I just won't let go of cats

Wen Xi couldn't figure out where Han Zisheng saw it. She closed her eyes and thought, but didn't notice Han Zisheng's increasingly dissatisfied expression.

"What are you thinking?" Han Zisheng asked unhappily.

She originally thought that Wen Xi would coax her when she heard that she was "unhappy", but now it seems that the other party doesn't seem to care about her thoughts at all.

Wen Xi was recalled by Han Zisheng's voice, raised her eyes and looked at the child, "It's nothing."

"There's nothing flirtatious about, she's just helping us." Wen Xi poked Han Zisheng's head, and added helplessly, "What are you thinking about every day?"

She, thinking about it?

Han Zisheng was made even more unhappy by Wen Xi's indifferent attitude.

The two of them stood in the entrance for some time. Wen Xi carried the things she bought and was about to walk into the house. Before she could get around Han Zisheng, the kid in front of her pushed her back to the door angrily.

Han Zisheng surrounded Wenxi with both hands and pressed against the door, as if he was thumped by Wang Chenyang after school in the afternoon.

"Then do you know why I want to go out?!" I don't know if it was because of awkwardness or anger, but Wen Xi noticed that Han Zisheng's ears were a little red when he asked her something.

"Why?" Wen Xi asked softly helplessly.

Speaking of this, she was really curious about why she had to make a fuss to go out tonight.

It was Han Zisheng's turn to answer, but she pursed her lips, her angry eyes were stained with shyness, mixed with her unique gentleness, and she muttered softly: "Sugar is sweet..."

"Huh?" Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, completely unable to understand Han Zisheng's jumpy answer.

"You're jealous this afternoon, it's sour." Han Zisheng continued to explain without looking away, "Sugar is sweet, so it's not sour..."

But if she knew that going out tonight would make her unhappy, she would meet Ling Yiqian, she would definitely not go out.

I won't go out even if I die!

Listening to Han Zisheng's explanation, Wen Xi felt a sudden warmth in his heart, and those thoughts that the children were messing around were blown away by the warm wind.

The sense of powerlessness and slight sense of blame disappeared, but there was a faint sense of self-blame, blaming myself for not feeling the tenderness of the child well.

As for what Han Zisheng said, if she couldn't understand it, it would be too much. She looked at the child in front of her, angry and awkward, and turned her head away. She just thought the expression on the child's face was extremely cute.

It seemed that he suddenly understood what happened to the kid who got angry in the bar and bit her hand hard that night.

Whether Ling Yiqian was trying to tease her, she didn't know, but the kid said he was unhappy, probably because he was jealous.

Her short-term awkwardness was taken into consideration by the child. Now that the child smelled sour, she still wanted to blame her, but she couldn't justify it.

She has not done well with a child.

Having figured it out, figured it out, Wen Xi stretched out his hand and turned the kid's face around, his gaze became much softer, and he said softly, "Are you jealous?"

"You're the one who is jealous!" Han Zisheng avoided looking, and said the same thing Wen Xi said on the way home from school in the afternoon.

"Stupid not stupid~" Wen Xi stretched out his head and pressed it against Han Zisheng's forehead, his voice was extremely gentle.

Han Zisheng puffed his cheeks, not unhappy, how could he be unhappy when he was coaxed, but anyway, it was inexplicably awkward.

"Your character, I will definitely make a special trip to thank you later, and then she will definitely do something else to keep in touch with you..." She whispered the routines in the novel.

Wen Xi put down the hand holding Han Zisheng's head, wrapped the child's waist and hugged her into his arms, quietly listening to the child whispering in her ear things that she had never thought of.

I feel that the children in their family still have the talent to be screenwriters.

Han Zisheng, who was being held by Wen Xi, relaxed a lot, and the hands that were propped on the door lazily rested on Wen Xi's shoulders, hugging Wen Xi's neck.

After feeling Han Zisheng's entanglement, Wen Xi picked up the item bag she put beside the teacher, and walked slowly into the house with the children in her arms.

Han Zisheng stepped back, and after the two of them entered the living room, she stopped moving, hugged Wen Xi and asked, "Are you listening to me?"

Wen Xi nodded symbolically: "Yes."

"You are perfunctory!" Han Zisheng crawled away from Wen Xi, looking at her arrogantly.

Wen Xi rubbed Han Zisheng's head: "Take you with me."

Han Zisheng was stunned for a moment, and after figuring out the "go together", he asked in a low voice: "Does it still count if I let me make trouble?"

Wen Xi nodded: "Put these things away first."

"Hey~ good!"

Han Zisheng obediently followed Wen Xi to put the bought things into the house by category, took two more lollipops, and gave Wen Xi one.

"What do you want to make a fuss about?" Wen Xi licked the orange-flavored lollipop, smiling softly.

Han Zisheng thought for a while: "Save it, I'll tell you when I think about it."

Wen Xi nodded in agreement, and didn't ask any more questions. She took her mobile phone and left a message for Han Ziyu, and then asked about the situation in the family group.

It seems that the person who can handle the matter is already at the police station, and the message sent has not received a useful reply.

The elders of the Han family sent a voice, and the gentle voice comforted Wen Xi, telling her not to worry too much, sleep well, and Han Ziyu will be back tomorrow.

After the voice was hung up, Wen Xi urged Han Zisheng, who picked up the novel again, to wash up.

When Han Zisheng was about to enter the bathroom, she asked again: "Shengsheng, where is Miss Ling's business card?"

"It's in your pocket, you can find it yourself." After Han Zisheng answered, he snorted softly before going in to wash.

Wen Xi found Ling Yiqian's business card from Han Zisheng's pocket, and looked at the crumpled and out-of-shape card, she shook her head helplessly.

After saving the above phone number into the mobile phone, he sent a text message to Ling Yiqian: Miss Ling, thank you today.

Ling Yiqian, who received the text message, had already returned to the bar. Seeing Wen Xi's text message, she twitched her lips: I'm hooked.

She didn't reply to the text message. After all, when she left, she tried her best to create an unhappy image.

Wen Xi didn't have any hope for the news she sent. After putting the phone aside, she also walked into the bathroom.

Han Zisheng was brushing his teeth, and asked frothyly, "What did you send her?"

"Thank you." Wen Xi reached out and wiped the toothpaste from the corner of Han Zisheng's mouth, "Don't talk, just brush well."

"Oh." Han Zisheng stopped talking.

After turning off the lights and going to bed, Han Zisheng looked sideways at Wen Xi, her eyes sparkling with the light of the night light.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xi asked softly, puzzled.

"Would you like Ling Yiqian?"

"..."

"What kind of person do you like?"

"..."

"It seems that I haven't kissed good night for a long time."

"..."

"Forget it, good night."

"..."