After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Jian sneered disdainfully: "Character? Ha."

"Fu Dabao, ask yourself, do you have that thing?"

Fu Jincheng knew very well that he didn't have much.

But not much doesn’t mean there is none.

"It's still for you and Xiaobao." The young man said seriously, "So mom, don't force me."

"Otherwise, we will both suffer losses."

Wen Jian was so angry that he took it out on the child, so he kicked him hard against the wall, and his toes hurt so much.

But her face remained calm:

"Okay, I won't force you, so you don't have to say it."

Fu Jincheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, Wen Jian's next sentence pierced him like a hole.

"I know even if you don't tell me."

Fu Jincheng stood up with a somersault:

"You know? You know what?!"

Please, please, don't be the one who knows what he is thinking.

It really is.

"You like Xiaobao." Wen Jian's tone was calm as if he was talking about what to eat today. "I knew about this more than three or four months ago."

Fu Jincheng was completely dumbfounded.

No, he came to his senses on his own at the end of last month, after being repeatedly stimulated and "reminded" by Gu's father. After analyzing himself, he gradually and completely confirmed his feelings for Wen Yinuo.

Four months ago...how did Wen Jian know?

Four months ago, if Fu Jincheng asked, Wen Jian would definitely cover it up if possible.

But now, there's no need.

She should confess to Fu Jincheng that she had set up a small account and had been with him for the past few years.

"Dabao, please don't get angry about what I'm about to say." Wen Jian walked to a safe distance before speaking, "Do you still remember the online friend named 'Your Mom is Here' that you met a year after leaving home?"

Of course Fu Jincheng remembered.

That was the only person he kept in touch with after returning to China, even though we had never met.

Wen Jianti...wait a minute.

The nickname is "Your mom is here".

At first, he thought the nickname was a form of abstraction.

Now it seems.

"Mom, that person is you?!"

Wen Jian nodded somewhat guiltily.

According to her original plan, she should have confessed to Fu Jincheng a month ago.

Who would have thought that more than three months ago, I suddenly received news that Fu Jincheng complained about Anton, and then there were intermittent complaints and confusion about Fu Jincheng's emotional issues.

Stacking them up one by one, Wen Jian could see the relationship between the two children more clearly than anyone else.

After seeing the relationship between the two children, she didn't dare to confess to Fu Jincheng.

This delay has continued until now.

"I'm sorry." Wen Jian looked at the child's flushed face lovingly, "I created a small account to add you at the beginning, not thinking of monitoring you."

"I am just worried that my child, who is still a minor, was taken away just to protect me."

"What if they are bullied? What if they don't have enough food or clothes? What if something unexpected happens and I never see my child again?"

"That's why mom secretly created a shell account and added all your online friends. She thought that any help would be helpful."

Whether it is teaching, comforting, or extending the location through practice and contacting people he knows in the local area, Fu Jincheng can suffer less.

If you can relax a little more, relax a little more.

"Dabao, Mom knows. I shouldn't have kept this from you."

"Mom was wrong."