The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Wen Ke wanted to continue talking, but was held back by Wen Zhi, who shook his head at her, Wen Ke turned to look at Wen Liang, pursed his lips and looked up at Wen Jue, did he hold back all the words? , and left with Wen Zhi.

The teacup in Wen Liang's hand seemed stable, but in fact, the tea inside was slightly watery, which showed her restless mood.

She blinked some jerky eyes, and the teacup in her hand returned to the table again, and she said softly, "Dad, I want to go to Africa."

Some things must be confirmed by herself. If that person is really Wen Shiyi, why didn't he come to her?
These, she wanted to ask clearly.

Wen Jue turned her head to look at Wen Liang, and now her temper has become a little softer, she no longer bluffs like she used to, and she starts to fight at the slightest disagreement, and she also looks like a mother.

It's just that Wen Jue doesn't know exactly what's going on in Africa, but he knows about half or half of it.

"There's a virus outbreak over there right now, and you're still pregnant with a child. Are you sure you want to take the risk?" Wen Jue lowered his head and stared at Wen Liang's belly, but didn't refute Wen Liang's words.

As a father, how could he not worry about his daughter.

But at the same time, he was also worried about that child Wen Shiyi, so he paused and stood up, "Why don't you let me go this time."

"Dad, what are you doing in such a dangerous place? This is between him and me. Naturally, I have to solve it myself." Wen Liang refused without thinking.

"The descendants of the time are also my children."

Wen Jue turned his back to Wen Liang, and sighed slightly.

The palms and backs of his hands are full of flesh. Even if Wen Shiyi is not his child, it is as if he is his own. After so many years, feelings naturally exist.

"No, I have to go by myself!"

Wen Liang also stood up, she was taller than An Hao, and she was slender and powerful, although she was not as tall as Wen Jue, she would not look particularly petite.

The father and daughter looked at each other, and Wen Jue looked helplessly at the stubborn Wen Liang. She looked more like him, and her temper was also like him. She was always stubborn and refused to give in.

Sighing slightly, that tough Chinese character face also showed a bit of concern at the moment. He wanted to reach out and touch his daughter's head to express his concern, but he raised his hand but dropped it behind him.

"Dad, this is a matter between Wen Shiyi and me. If I do something wrong, I always have to bear the consequences myself." Wen Liang's hand lightly rested on his protruding belly, but his voice softened.

She hated Wen Shiyi at first, but when she looked back, she realized that when he was away, she was not as happy as she imagined.

Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's emotion, or more maybe...

Seeing that Wen Liang insisted on this, Wen Jue couldn't say anything more, his cheeks were wrinkled, and his whole body seemed to be a bit old, he finally nodded after a long time, "Go out, be careful."

After a pause, I still didn't feel at ease, and added, "Don't go alone, bring Wen Zhi and Wen Ke with you. With them here, I feel much more at ease."

Wen Liang hummed, and suddenly a faint warmth filled her heart.

"Don't worry, Dad. I won't let anything happen to me, you just wait to hold your grandson." Wen Liang showed a rare smile, but he seemed preoccupied.