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

With a loud "bang", the kitchen knife in Fu Jincheng's hand was fixed firmly on the chopping board.

"Who is it?" The young man almost squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, "Mom, tell me, who is it?"

"Don't worry, I absolutely will not embarrass that person."

"I will just check on Xiaobao to make sure he doesn't meet a scumbag."

Wen Jian thought to himself, you don't look like you're going to check things out.

It seemed as if he was going to chop that person into paste and flush it down the sewer.

"Really?" Wen Jian leaned against the kitchen door frame as if he was watching a good show. "Fu Dabao, do you want to hear who Xiaobao likes first before making the decision to 'check'?"

Fu Jincheng smiled with his face but his heart was not smiling, but his smile was frightening.

Do you want to listen first?

Anyway, no matter who it is, he will never let that person appear in front of Wen Yinuo.

Just send him abroad.

"Silly." Wen Jian sighed helplessly, "Xiaobao likes you."

"Look at you, a piece of stupid wood. How come you have such good luck?"

"Know……"

I'm going to kill him.

……etc!!!

Who does Xiaobao...Wen Yinuo...like? !

"Fu Jincheng, Fu Dabao." Wen Jian curled his lips and repeated, "He's the one standing over there cooking, the one who used to call me Wen Cheng."

"Wen Yinuo likes you."

"I like you so much that as soon as I said it just now, I had to come out and confess to you."

This time, Fu Jincheng really couldn't hold the knife steadily.

The knife fell to the ground, close to the counter, but luckily it didn't hit his feet.

"This, this, this, this, this won't work!" Fu Jincheng said, hurriedly starting to take off his apron.

He was the first one to realize that I liked him.

He is the older one.

He was also the one who took care of Wen Yinuo since he was a child.

How could I let Wen Yinuo come first when it comes to confessing something?

Wait for him to go in first!

Wen Jian couldn't bear to look at the young man's panic and covered his face.

I can’t stand it, I really can’t stand it.

She really didn't want to admit that she had raised such a fool.

If this gets out...she will be laughed at like a fool.

"Stop wasting time there." Wen Jian stopped Fu Jincheng, "I've already persuaded him to stop."

"No." Fu Jincheng's hands kept moving. "The longer the night, the more dreams there are. It will be late one day."

"At Xiaobao's age, his mind and thoughts change quickly. He might like me now, but like someone else tomorrow."

"I have to settle the status quickly."

Wen Jian: ...

For a moment, her heart, which had always felt that her two children were more than qualified to be princesses or princes, began to waver.

Although Xiaobao is a little naughty sometimes, overall, he is still perfect.

But Dabao...especially the current Dabao.

Really.

Sometimes I feel like he is drooling even after being cured.

"Brother, please calm down for a while." Wen Jian rubbed his brows with a headache, "You are still thinking about confessing your feelings, so let's make it official now."

"Do you want to take a look at what you look like now?"

Not only was her hair a mess and unkempt, she was also wearing slippers, wet slacks, and a strawberry bear apron.

He just ran to confess his love to someone like this. Even though Wen Yinuo was a hopeless love-brained person, he didn't think there was anything wrong with dressing like this and agreed directly.

As a mother, she also felt sorry for her child.

And never be able to raise your head.

Before this sentence came out, Fu Jincheng, who didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his attire, examined his current appearance for the first time.

Well... to be honest, this is how he always dresses when he's at home.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

Wen Jian really wanted to knock open Fu Jincheng's brain and see what kind of garbage was inside.

Yes, I have always been in this state since I was a child, and I am so ashamed to show my face to others at home.

She and Wen Yinuo had long been accustomed to it.

You can compare the past and now, especially what Fu Jincheng wants to do, how can they be the same!

totally different!

"I... forget it." Wen Jian turned around, "... you should find some time to research how to confess to someone you like, and then go after you've figured it out."

Otherwise she would really beat someone up.

Fu Jincheng was quite hesitant about this proposal.

In the end, considering that he had always listened to Wen Jian and never had any problems since he was a child, and that if he insisted on doing things according to his own ideas, he would always regret it more or less, Fu Jincheng still chose to be obedient.

Adhering to the principle of out of sight, out of mind, Wen Jian had already left the kitchen.

Less than half an hour ago, Wen Jian, who was still able to relax, sitting on the sofa, eating melon seeds and watching TV, now returned to his original position with the word "suspicion" written all over his face.

She couldn't figure out if there was something wrong with her own way of education.

Otherwise, why would they raise a kid like Fu Jincheng who is... uh... difficult to describe in a single language.

...Although looking at his life from childhood to adulthood, Wen Yinuo is not much better than Fu Jincheng.

But one comes openly and the other comes secretly.

So what went wrong with her parenting style?

In other words, the problem is not in the education method, but in the character development?

That's even more impossible.

Although her two children are not so-called "good kids" in the traditional sense, no matter how they perform in any aspect, if we examine them with the most stringent eyes of the public, we can still say that they are "other people's children."

What went wrong, at what stage, that caused the two children to grow up like this?

Wen Jian was puzzled and the look in his eyes when he looked at his two children at home changed.

Don't forget to keep watching while eating.

The direct gaze made Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng feel extremely panicked.

Wen Yinuo was thinking about what Wen Jian had said after he confessed his feelings in the bedroom less than an hour ago.

He was very worried that his mother was staring at him now, wondering if she had regretted her support and encouragement for him after careful consideration.

I must still think that he shouldn't like Fu Jincheng.

What Fu Jincheng was thinking about was Wen Jian's words in the kitchen and her disdainful tone.

No way, no way, could it be that mom dislikes him so much and thinks he can't find the right time and place, so she wants to sort out her feelings on his behalf right at the dinner table?

Please don't.

After all, it is a lifelong event. It would be too hasty to clarify it at the dinner table.

I completely forgot the stupid things I wanted to do when I heard Wen Yinuo say "like" in the kitchen.

Wen Jian chewed and drank a mouthful of soup, then met the two children's nervous and inquiring eyes, wondering:

"…Why are you two looking at me like that?"

Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo said in unison:

"No, I didn't see anything!"