Domineering daddy bullying into the door

Yueya roared, "My male god and my goddess are a serious couple, okay! Third master, at best, it's broken love, right? Emotional matters can't be forced, besides, male god and my goddess have children. Well, you should change your words in the future! Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, what does it look like!"

"Child..." Li Jin took a deep look at Wen Tong.

So does Sally.

Wen Tong glanced at Yueya.

Yueya gave a dry laugh, "Although it's not her own, but the young master called Mommy Mommy, Sister Tong, are you really unmoved?"

Wen Tong was naturally moved, she had long regarded the baby as her own.

Li Jin muttered deeply: "I think it's not easy to be a stepmother. If you're not careful, you won't be able to get along well. And the second master... ahem, Sister Tong, don't you think the second master is more difficult to get along with than the brother-in-law? The most important thing... ...Sister Tong, doesn't Second Master have Second Young Mistress?"

Li Jinshen still didn't know that the woman at the charity feast was Wen Tong.

Sally didn't tell Li Jinshen, and of course Wen Tong wouldn't take the initiative to say this, Yueya snorted "idiot".

The car stopped suddenly.

"It's here!" Li Jinshen shouted.

This is the oldest area in Jindu. It belongs to the forgotten area after demolition. The location is remote and the houses are old.

As soon as they got out of the car, they could smell a strange smell around them. As a perfumer, this feeling was naturally multiplied, which was very uncomfortable.

Li Jin held his nose deeply, and his face was not very good-looking, "Sister Tong, are you sure you found the right location? There is a large garbage dump nearby. If the perfumer lives here day and night, his nose must be useless!"

Wen Tong nodded, his face heavy.

Everyone seemed to understand something, tacitly stopped talking, and walked towards their destination.

Since Wen Tong came here yesterday, even though the house was in a relatively remote corner, they walked there quickly.

Before they reached the door, they saw an old woman coming out of the door carrying an iron basin and pouring water.

When Wen Tong saw the woman, he quickly walked up to her, trying to see her appearance clearly, and after seeing her clearly, he couldn't help shouting: "Aunt Xiao."

When the old woman heard this trembling and choking voice, her stooped body was startled suddenly.

Looking up, when he saw Wen Tong, his cloudy eyes seemed to be very confused.

"I'm Tongtong." Wen Tong held her skinny hand, lowered his eyes, looked at these hands, his heart twisted terribly.

Xiao Shi was one of Wen's earliest and most capable perfumers. These hands have won many orders and created many sales records for Wen's.

She couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Xiao Shi, and started crying, "Aunt Xiao, I'm sorry, I'm late, don't blame me..."

Xiao Shi seemed to think for a long time before responding.

She gently pulled Wen Tong away, looked carefully at Wen Tong's face, and then her hands began to tremble, "Are you...Tong Tong?"

Wen Tong nodded sharply.

"My child, why do you say you are dead!" Xiao's vicissitudes of voice came out of her throat with difficulty, and she touched Wen Tong's face, her eyes shrank suddenly.

Wen Tong seemed to have noticed something, shook his head and said with a smile: "Aunt Xiao, it's okay, a little injury."

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On the way back, everyone felt very heavy.

Wen Xing not only fired these old people, but also made them unable to make fragrances from the root.

For the Xiao couple, because they lived beside the garbage dump for many years, their sense of smell has already failed for perfumers.

A perfumer who has lost his sense of smell is equivalent to a painter who has lost his hand.

"Hey, that man looks familiar!" Li Jinshen's driving speed suddenly slowed down until he stopped.

Wen Tong raised his eyes, and outside the car window was the Emperor.