Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

After Winslow returned home from the hospital, he took some time to recuperate. Jinchen stayed with him at home every day, and the child felt safer. He no longer worried about being sent back to the orphanage by his brother when he went out.

So Jinchen began to take Winslow to contact the outside world.

In the past ten years at the Wen family, Winslow had almost no contact with the outside world, and his cognition was ignorant and vague, and most of his impressions came from electronic screens.

What Jinchen found strange was that Winslow, who had never been to an amusement park, was extremely averse to it. He would even quickly reject the idea when it was mentioned, leaving Jinchen no chance to dig deeper.

"Then let's go to a restaurant outside to eat today, and then I'll take you to... the space agency or the zoo in the afternoon. Choose one for yourself."

On the balcony, Jinchen was lying in a rocking chair and basking in the sun comfortably. The child next to him was sitting on the sofa with his back to the sun, reading a picture book. Upon hearing this, he looked up and took the map of city attractions handed over by Jinchen, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

“No…” “I can’t help but think about it.”

Winslow curled his lips. He knew very little about these places, so he could only randomly choose a zoo.

Unable to continue reading the picture book, Winslow put a few books in order, walked to Jinchen and reached out for a hug.

"Brother, I want to bask in the sun, too."

Jinchen didn't pick him up immediately. He sat up straight and measured his height. Only then did he hold the child on his lap with satisfaction.

"I've grown a bit taller and look more like a ten-year-old."

Winslow looked up at Jinchen and muttered, "I was originally ten years old."

Almost eleven years old.

"The kid next door in the community is only nine years old and half a head taller than you."

Jinchen paid special attention to nutrition and provided Winslow with a lot of supplements during this period, but the loss of nearly ten years could not be made up overnight.

[Ah... Host, please note that children hate being compared.] Ling Gungun, who has become a master of raising children, speaks very clearly.

Jinchen's tone suddenly changed. He put his hand on Winslow's hair and smiled in his deep eyes.

"But our little Luo is the cutest."

Jinchen's whole body was warmed by the sun, which made Winslow very attached to him. He buried himself in his arms for a long time, humming softly.

"I didn't even notice there were other kids downstairs, how did my brother see it?"

Jinchen bent his fingers and gently scraped the cheek buried in his shoulder with his knuckles. "Brother is wrong. You shouldn't compare the good boy with other children."

Winslow rubbed his eyes and pressed his soft face against Jinchen's, "Then I want some candy."

"Eat it in the afternoon. Look at these teeth."

Jinchen reached in with his finger and poked a loose upper tooth in Winslow's mouth, "It will hurt if it falls out."

"Well…"

Winslow sucked the saliva that was about to flow out, nodded and said vaguely: "Okay..."

"So good," Jinchen pinched his face again, picked him up and went to the living room, "Let's go, brother will make you some milk, drink it and then go out to eat."

The warm sunlight shines into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the aroma of hot milk gradually permeates the air.

Winslow had just drunk two sips of milk when he climbed onto Jinchen's lap and sat down. The edges of his soft hair shone with golden light, and he looked well-behaved and docile.

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A certain restaurant.

As soon as the waiter greeted the guests, he caught the attention of someone with ulterior motives.

From somewhere, one could observe that in the corner of the table, a young man in an elegant and well-tailored suit was handsome, but his overly gloomy temperament and venomous eyes weakened his gentleness, making people feel deeply frightened, as if his bones would be broken and skinned away in the next second.

"Master Zhu, that is the kid Winslow you are looking for."

The man in sunglasses standing behind Wen Zhu whispered, "The person opposite is...Jinchen."

Thinking of Mr. Zhu's rage when he saw the two documents, the man in sunglasses could hardly control his fear and hurriedly stopped talking.

Wen Zhu just curled his lips, his gaze did not stay on Jin Chen for more than two seconds, and he couldn't help but look at Winslow.

"so similar……"

Wen Zhu murmured, his eyes misty and depressed, as if he had traveled through many years and saw Li Xue who had not yet been tortured by his good brother.

Wen Zhu and Winslow's father are eight years apart in age. In his memory, his eldest brother brought his sister-in-law back when he was very young.

Later, something happened at home and my eldest brother began to travel frequently for business. My sister-in-law was the only one in the family who cared about him.

Li Xue was irreplaceable throughout Wen Zhu's entire youth.

But one day, when Wen Zhu realized that this kind of relationship was wrong, Li Xue had already been tortured into a madman by his good brother.

Perhaps it was the cruelty that was etched into the bones of the Wen family. What made Wen Zhu feel even more interesting was that when he saw Li Xue like that, he could only admire and fanatically like her.

He took a deep breath and became even more determined to take Winslow away.

No one can snatch Li Xue away from him, this child.

"Go and arrange it." Wen Zhu seemed to have suddenly regained his sanity and said coldly.

"Yes, Master Zhu."

Jin Chen, who was still concentrating on feeding the child, had a dimmed look in his eyes. He noticed something and looked up at the waiter who was walking over. "What's the matter?"

The waiter smiled politely, motioned the people behind him to serve the dishes, and bowed slightly to Jinchen and said, "A gentleman has ordered a few dishes for this table. Please taste them with this little friend."

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Which sir?"

The foreman raised his hand and gestured to the left rear, Wen Zhu nodded at him, his eyes slightly raised, with a rampant and sinister smile in his eyes.

[Oh, this is Wen Zhu! Xiao Luo’s perverted uncle!] Ling Gungun quickly reminded.

Jinchen raised his hand and knocked on the table, his voice cold: "Withdraw."

The foreman had a stiff smile on his face. He had never seen anyone refuse an invitation to dinner. These were some of the most expensive signature dishes in their restaurant.

"Ok."

She quickly waved her hand to signal the dishes to be cleared away, and glanced twice at Winslow who was eating obediently. She was a little confused in her heart, but still said it out loud as Wen Zhu asked.

"Little Winslow, you want to see your…"

The foreman hadn't finished his words when he was frightened by the crab-cutting scissors that hit him. He stared blankly at Jinchen, who had an extremely cold expression.

But Winslow had already heard the first half of the sentence and guessed something. He suddenly felt cold all over and his eyes wandered around searching.

Jinchen covered Winslow's ears and glanced at the foreman lightly.

"Is your restaurant also named Wen?"

The commotion here attracted many diners to look over. Although the tables were separated from each other, there was no limit on the distance for watching the fun.

The foreman's face turned red and he was scolded for a long time by the manager who came rushing over.

It was at this time that Winslow finally saw Wen Zhu in the corner, and he was almost certain that this was his uncle whom he had never met.

He is a biological brother to that man but they don't look alike at all, except for his eyes. His scary eyes are no different from that man's.

Winslow hated and rejected such looks.

He turned his head away, ignoring Wen Zhu's smiling greeting, and buried his head in Jin Chen's shoulder, his voice trembling slightly.

"Brother...I want to leave."

Jinchen soothed the child's forehead, "Don't be afraid, we'll leave now."