The system takes the poor cub to find his father

[Ah, it turns out that this little sister is so pitiful. Her parents died in an accident, and she has been working hard to take care of her autistic little sister. No wonder that little girl seems quieter than other children.]

[Scumbag Wen has no heart. He actually deceived such a strong girl. He should swallow ten thousand needles if he betrays someone who is sincere. Scumbag Wen should die. ]

[Does the person above know the truth? He just lets people die. How come you are the judge of the underworld? Do you want to die first before taking office? ]

[Wen Yan's fans are here to clean up the mess again. Why are you not happy about him scolding your brother? If he has the ability, he should not do such a wicked thing, otherwise why would he be scolded. ]

[Neither of the two parties responded to this matter. From the beginning to the end, it was just some brainless marketing accounts that were telling stories based on pictures. You guys don’t have any brains. You just follow the trend to criticize. Why are you so sincere? Are you not venting your anger online because you were cheated in real life? Are you bullying us because there is no one left in our family? ]

Seeing the bloody comments in the comments all blaming her son, Jiang Manxin sat on the sofa, anger welling up in her heart. She picked up her phone and typed privately to those netizens.

"My Wen Bao: I believe Wen Yan, he is not that kind of person, please don't talk like that.

Beat the scumbag Wen to death: It’s funny, you believe Wen Yan, you think you are his mother, you believe it.

My Wen Bao: Yes! I am his mother! How did you know?

Beat the scumbag Wen to death: sneerjpg, are you sick, Wen Yan’s mom fans, get out of here, you fucking brainless fans, stay away from me.

My Wen Bao: Please don’t swear. Didn’t your mother teach you that swearing is wrong?

Beat the scumbag Wen to death: Get lost. "

Jiang Manxin wanted to continue to persuade the other party to speak properly, but before she could send the message, a red exclamation mark appeared on it, and a line of small words: You have been blocked. Please add the other party as a friend before you can continue chatting. Jiang Manxin sighed helplessly, feeling depressed. Then she continued to privately chat with the next

Wen Xiuyuan was speechless as he watched Jiang Manxin typing away at the sounds of her hands while arguing with those netizens.

I really don’t know what this mother and son are trying to achieve. Are they too bored?

One was criticized by others online, while the other was arguing with netizens offline.

It turned out that he was too indulgent to them. Wen Xiuyuan's eyes turned to Wen Xu in the video, and his cold expression softened slightly.

After announcing the results, Professor Yuan went back to the lounge accompanied by his staff to rest. Wen Xu sat in his seat, wandering around bored, holding the big calligraphy he had written in his hand.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a familiar figure appearing at the door of the study. The little cub jumped off his seat in a hurry and ran towards Wen Yan with his little arms open.

"Daddy~" The little baby's voice was loud and clear, and everyone could hear the joy in his tone. Wen Yan took a few quick steps and caught the little cub steadily.

"Dad, Dad, look, this is my handwriting. Master praised me." The little cub's voice was filled with anticipation, and he hurriedly showed the rice paper in his hand to Wen Yan. Wen Yan carefully took it, smoothed out the wrinkles on it, and praised generously: "Well, it's written very well."

"Our Xu'er is really great." He put the rice paper on the table beside him, lifted Wen Xu over his head, and gently rubbed his nose. The little cub giggled, a little embarrassed, with a red face, "Just average, hehe."

The little cub secretly observed Wen Yan's expression. Daddy really didn't hate him as much as his father did. The little cub also clearly felt the difference between this daddy and his previous daddy during the days he came here.

But the better his father treated him, the more panicked the little cub became.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if his father hated him as much as his father did in the future?

Maybe he will die of sadness!

The little cub felt a little stuffy in his chest. He hugged Wen Yan's neck, buried his little face in his neck, and spoke in a muffled voice: "Will Daddy always like Xu'er?"

"If Xu'er's handwriting is as fuzzy as small marshmallows, will Dad still like me?"

Gummy: Are you polite?

"Of course, Daddy will always like Wen Xu." Wen Yan keenly felt that something was wrong with the little cub's mood, so he cooperated and pressed the little cub into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Whether Xu'er is smart or stupid, he is still the child that his father loves."

Next was the room selection process, where parents were required to draw a room in order of ranking. The first place went to Wen Xu, and of course the first person to be drawn was Wen Yan. He held the little cub in his arms and drew a card from the host, and casually took the big words written by the little cub away. This was the first time the little cub had written words, and he wanted to frame it for collection.

In addition, the little cub has been in a bad mood since he came here today. Wen Yan frowned and was a little worried.

He hurriedly answered a few questions asked by the program interviewer, and then took the cub to find a place for them to rest.

This ancient house should have been the residence of some nobleman before, and it covers a large area. Leaving the front hall, Wen Yan held the little cub and walked through the long corridor. The pillars on the corridor were carved with exquisite patterns. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the corridor roof, forming mottled light and shadows.

Next to the corridor is a garden, planted with various flowers and trees, peonies, plum blossoms, etc. Next to the rockery is an artificially dug pond, the lotus in it is already in a state of decay.

But the fragrance of lotus still lingers in the air.

Finally, they found the room they had chosen.

Wen Yan gently pushed open the door. The room was decorated in an antique style. The wooden furniture exuded a faint fragrance, and the bedding on the bed was neatly folded. There was a desk by the window.

Wen Yan carried the cub into the room and laid him on the bed.

Wen Yan had no curiosity about the surroundings. The layout here was similar to that of his previous life, except for a few modern items. There was a water dispenser in the corner for easy drinking.

Wen Yan first took out the cup for making milk from the suitcase, scalded the cup with hot water, tested the temperature, and made a cup of milk powder for Wen Xu.

The little guy has eaten nothing since he came out with him this morning and hurriedly had breakfast. Let him drink a glass of milk to fill his stomach first.

The recording for this afternoon has ended. The lunch will be arranged by the program team. But we still need to wait a little longer.

Wen Yan handed the prepared milk to the little cub, and Wen Xu took it obediently, sipping it in small sips, with his little head almost buried in the cup.

After waiting for the cub to finish drinking the milk, Wen Yan took the cup, washed it, and put it in a special sterilized box.

He sat back next to Wen Xu, looked at the cub quietly for a few seconds, and then spoke

"Zizi, who did you learn calligraphy from?"

Wen Xu felt that his father's face looked a little serious, and he felt a little scared. He stole a glance at Wen Yan and stammered,

“My mother taught me.”

Wen Yan frowned. Ever since the little cub called Mr. Yuan "Master" in the front hall, Wen Yan felt something was wrong.

Along the way he recalled the various different behaviors of the little cubs, and an absurd yet seemingly reasonable guess came to his mind.