After being dumped by his son and his father

At this moment, Wen Ziheng's brain was in a state of confusion, like a tangle of tangled wool. He was holding on to the end and end of the thread, impatiently trying to sort out the tangle of wool, but he was so confused that he didn't know where to start.

Can't figure it out, don't make sense.

Even those memories that had been deliberately ignored also surfaced unknowingly at this time, and flashed in Wen Ziheng's mind one by one like a flying horse.

Perhaps he should have mustered up the courage to go back to the apartment or stop him in the classroom Wei Qing often goes to, instead of pinning his last hope on Wei Qing's friend after calling and searching for WeChat to no avail. Wen Ziheng only heard Wei Qing mention it a few times, and knew that the man and Wei Qing were good classmates, and had a goddess whom he liked very much and was passionately pursuing, but he didn't know anything else, not even what Qiu Xi looked like.

As for Qiuxi's phone number, I also got it from my senior brother.

"June 13, 6, do you remember what you were doing at that time? I came back to Manhattan from California and kept contacting you, but all my communication methods were blocked by you. I can only ask your friend to You conveyed the news that I was waiting for you in the coffee shop, I waited for a week and you didn't come..."

Wei Qing was at a loss, he could only relieve his anxiety and distress by kissing Wen Ziheng on the cheek repeatedly.

Ever since Wen Ziheng disappeared, the string in Wei Qing's heart had been tense all the time, until at this moment, it broke with a snap.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't receive any news, and I didn't know you were waiting for me in the coffee shop." Wei Qing's arms around Wen Ziheng's waist were trembling, and after being forced to break up with Wen Ziheng, he seemed like Living like a walking dead for five years, he was so calm for so long that he even forgot what it was like to experience strong emotional fluctuations.

At this moment, it seemed that a bomb exploded in Wei Qing's heart lake, and the splashed water blocked his entire vision.

However, in the midst of the chaos, Wei Qing still sensitively grasped the key question: "Who did you tell the news that you were waiting for me in the coffee shop back then?"

"Qiuxi." Wen Ziheng managed to recover from the sad mudslide, he said the name without thinking, his red eyes stared straight at Wei Qing who was both surprised and angry, and added at the end, "You guys Among my friends, I have only heard of Qiu Xi, but I don’t have any contact information for him, and I even got his phone number from my senior brother.”

Wei Qing looked down at Wen Ziheng's pretending to be nonchalant, and felt as if his whole heart was twisted in pain for a moment.

It was Qiu Xi.

It will only be Qiu Xi.

In addition to being angry, Wei Qing seemed to have figured out something again. His expression was ferocious and gloomy for a while. In just a few seconds, he changed several terrifying looks. In the end, the focus of his eyes was on Wen Ziheng, who still had a little sadness When his face gradually gathered, the hostility surrounding him disappeared in an instant, as if the storm-like expression just now was just an illusion.

"Xiaotu, it's all my fault, I should have found you earlier..." Wei Qing sighed silently, then wrapped his arms around Wen Ziheng's waist even tighter, and buried his head in the other's neck Taking a deep breath, the familiar breath lingering on the tip of his nose almost brought tears to his eyes, "Let's go back to the past, okay? Let's not break up, okay? We..."

In the middle of speaking, Wei Qing suddenly felt that his trouser leg was being grabbed by a brute force, he was stunned for a moment, and looked down.

It was the little guy Wen Xi.

I don't know when he ran over without a sound. Although he is thin and small, his strength is extraordinary. He was blushing and trying to tear Wei Qing off Wen Ziheng's body. His hands were still clenched into fists and he kept beating Wei Qing's calf.

"Bad guy, don't bully my father!" Wen Xi's voice was bright and crisp, he raised his head and stared at Wei Qing with piercing eyes, his small expression was stubborn and vigilant, but his eyes were full of anxiety and fear that could not be concealed.

Wei Qing: "..." He really wanted to throw this spoiled child out.

He lowered his head and glanced at the little carrot head who regarded him as a bandit to guard against, then raised his head and cast his gaze on Wen Ziheng's face who had regained his composure. Gritting her teeth, she made up her mind to take two steps back, abruptly pulling his and Wen Ziheng's intimate bodies away from each other.

Seeing this, Wen Xi immediately crawled between the two adults like a groundhog, stretched out his arms and hugged Wen Ziheng's leg, and shouted tremblingly: "Father, let's go."

After finishing speaking, the little guy turned his head nervously to look at the expressionless Wei Qing, then as if frightened by that frozen face, he shivered suddenly, and hid his whole body under the smell Zi Heng went behind him.

"..." Wei Qing had a bulging balloon stuffed in his chest, and was almost burst by Wen Xi's needle.

He suddenly wanted to know what kind of person Wen Xi's mother was. Not only did she abduct the introverted and shy Wen Ziheng to bed and give birth to a child in such a short period of time, but she also gave birth to such a winless and destructive atmosphere. The scoundrel, besides the strong jealousy, Wei Qing was completely in admiration for the woman he had never met.

Seeing that Wen Ziheng had picked up Wen Xi and softly comforted him, the balloon in Wei Qing's heart burst suddenly, and sighed, "Take the child out and wait a while, the food is ready just now, I'll just heat it up."

Wei Qing's cooking skills are very good, as can be seen from Wen Xi's performance at the table.

Wen Xi has always been a picky eater, although he can't express his dislike for certain foods in words, but whenever he encounters a meal that doesn't suit his taste, even if he is hungry for a whole day, he will not take an extra bite of those foods.

Therefore, the teacher often reported to Wen Ziheng that Wen Xi ate very little in the kindergarten. Wen Ziheng had no choice but to prepare dinner for the children in different ways after work. Unfortunately, no matter how the dinner style changed, Wen Xi The amount of food each time will not exceed half a bowl, and this has always been the most troublesome problem for Wen Ziheng.

When seeing Wei Qing serving Wen Xi a second bowl of rice, Wen Ziheng couldn't help showing a surprised expression, he thought he was delusional.

Wei Qing, who had been paying attention to Wen Ziheng's reaction all the time, was immediately mistaken. Seeing his frown, he hastily explained: "The child uses a small bowl, so there will be no problem eating the second bowl of rice, and the four-year-old child is just going to When you grow your body, you should eat more."

"I didn't mean that..." Wen Ziheng sighed. Wei Qing's flustered expression that he was afraid of being misunderstood by him made him deeply uncomfortable. After the misunderstanding five years ago was explained, it seemed that there was an awkward and alienated relationship between him and Wei Qing. There has been no easing of the relationship, and that gap still shows no signs of being filled.

Even though their breakup five years ago was just a misunderstanding, the difficulties and pain Wen Ziheng encountered in the past five years are real.

They were separated for five years, not five days.

Time can change too many things. Five years ago, Wen Ziheng was still an introverted student who didn't know much about the world. He had enough courage and confidence to abandon everything for love, even if he was an enemy of the whole world. However, five years later, he drifted with the tide in the big dye vat of society. The sufferings smoothed his edges and corners. The pressure from Shanda was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. outside world.

Whether it should be changed or not, everything has changed, and everything is different now.

"Hurry up, it's getting late, I'll help you book a nearby hotel to rest later." Wen Ziheng said.

Hearing that Wei Qing was slightly startled, the development of the matter was quite different from what he had imagined, after thinking for a while, he opened his lips cautiously: "Xiaotu, if you still have any misunderstandings, I can explain it clearly to you. Back then, I really didn't know that you had been waiting for me for a week, and I had been looking for you during that time..."

"Okay, Wei Qing." Wen Ziheng looked tired, and raised his hand to interrupt Wei Qing's unfinished sentence, "Can we talk about the rest later? I don't want to discuss this right now."

Wei Qing stared blankly at Wen Ziheng for a long time, until the other party lowered his head to avoid his gaze, then withdrew his gaze embarrassingly, pursed his lips to suppress the soreness that had welled up in his throat, he had a lot to say to Wen Ziheng, but he didn't dare speak out.

After this meal, Wen Xi treated Wei Qing a lot more pleasantly. Although he still maintained a high level of vigilance not to allow Wei Qing to get close to Wen Ziheng, the fear and defense in his eyes were obviously reduced a lot. Feeling very relieved, regardless of Wen Ziheng's obstruction, he happily packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Wen Ziheng looked at Wei Qing's busy figure in the kitchen, and was extremely speechless - Wei Qing really regarded himself as the master of this family, and he spoke very familiarly.

Just thinking about this, the mobile phone on the dining table vibrated suddenly, it was Wei Qing's mobile phone.

Wen Ziheng glanced at the string of unfamiliar numbers on the illuminated phone screen, leaned over and said to Wei Qing who was buried in the dishes: "Your phone is ringing."

Wei Qing said without turning his head, "Then answer the phone for me."

Wen Ziheng seemed to have eaten a fly, his expression was indescribable: "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Wei Qing seemed to recall something, and burst out laughing, her deep and magnetic voice was like a slowly playing violin, "When I was cooking and washing dishes, my You have always answered the phone for me, have you forgotten it after only five years?"

"..." If Wei Qing hadn't reminded him, Wen Ziheng would have really forgotten about this.

Since it was inconvenient for Wei Qing to answer the phone while washing the dishes, Wen Ziheng could only let the mobile phone lie alone on the dining table and vibrate continuously until the sixth time that string of unfamiliar numbers called, he sat on the sofa and focused on watching the phone. Wen Xi from the cartoon finally got a little annoyed by the quarrel, frowning like a serious little old man, his mouth was silent but his eyes glanced towards the dining table from time to time.

Wen Ziheng sighed, stroked his son's soft hair, got up, went to the dining table, picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

Before making a sound over there, Wen Ziheng was the first to speak coldly: "Hello, Mr. Wei is not available to answer the phone at the moment, please call back in half an hour."

There was silence for a long time, breathing, and then a familiar and subconsciously high-pitched female voice came: "Are you Wen Ziheng?"

"..."

Wen Ziheng's face immediately sank. If he knew it was Wen Yuanxian, a troublesome person, he would not answer the call if he was killed.