Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Wen Yuan felt like a huge rock was stuck in his throat, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

"Can I go see Ogawa's room?"

"Of course, I'll take you there."

Before Wen Yuan stood up, Ji Xingyao suddenly said, "Ayuan, I'm going to the capital."

"capital?"

"Yeah, I need to go back to the apartment."

In the apartment bought by Li Heng, there were things he left behind. She wanted to go and see them and couldn't wait a moment.

"Okay, let Lao Lu take you to the airport."

Ji Xingyao didn't stop and went straight out and got into the car.

Wen Yuan followed the housekeeper to Wen Xiaochuan's room on the second floor.

The housekeeper helped turn on the light and then quietly left, leaving the space to Wen Yuan.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a unique milk scent that belonged to a child, exactly the same as the scent on Wen Xiaochuan.

The room is cozy and decorated in warm colors, and everything you see are children's things.

A small desk, a small chair, a cute alarm clock, and some childish watercolor paintings.

Wen Yuan picked up the unfinished painting on the table. A mother with a high ponytail and a child with soft short hair were walking hand in hand on the beach.

She looked at the painting again and again, and the soreness in her chest had already spread to her whole body.

Xiaochuan is only five years old, but he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Wen Yuan put down the painting and walked to his bed. There was a photo frame on the dinosaur-shaped bedside table, and the photo was of Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan did not leave that night. She curled up on Wen Xiaochuan's bed and fell asleep in tears.

She hadn't slept for dozens of hours, her emotions were fluctuating wildly, and she felt as if her muscles and skin had been pulled out. She was so tired that she could hardly move a finger.

I don’t know how long it took, the sunlight outside the window poured in at the end of the bed, then retreated out of the window. The sound of waves in the distance came into my ears, gently calling Wen Yuan.

My head hurts and my eyes are sore.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, the light and shadow flickered, and a pink little face appeared before her eyes.

Is it an illusion?

She seemed to see Ogawa.

Wen Yuan blinked in disbelief, and when his vision gradually recovered, it was indeed Xiaochuan!

Her sleepiness immediately disappeared, she sat up suddenly and hugged Wen Xiaochuan in her arms.

The soft face rubbed against Wen Yuan's neck gently, and she called out timidly: "Mom~"

Wen Yuan's heart was broken. She wanted to rub Wen Xiaochuan into her bones and kept apologizing: "Xiaochuan, I'm sorry, Mom didn't recognize you, I'm sorry..."

After receiving Wen Yuan's recognition, Wen Xiaochuan pouted in grievance and hugged Wen Yuan's neck tightly with his two little hands.

"Mom, mom, mom—"

The name that I only dared to recite softly in my heart can finally be shouted out loud.

"It's mom, it's mom, my baby..."

Wen Yuan desperately touched his little body, thinking every part of it was cute and couldn't touch enough.

After a long time, the two finally let go of each other's hands.

Wen Yuan held Wen Xiaochuan's little face in his hands and looked at it again and again.

Wen Yuan asked after regaining his sanity.

"Where have you been? Is your dad downstairs?"

When this was mentioned, Wen Xiaochuan lowered his head sadly: "Dad left with my uncle. He sent me here early this morning, kissed me and left. I don't know where they went."

"Gone?" Wen Yuan originally held a glimmer of hope, but now it is shattered.

Wen Xiaochuan felt insecure. He nervously grabbed Wen Yuan's hand and said, "Mom, Dad doesn't seem to want me anymore. Do you... do you want me?"

"Of course, of course I want you. And your father won't abandon you. He has...important things to do. I'll stay with you until they come back, okay?"

Wen Xiaochuan nodded: "Okay."

They hadn't washed for two days, and Wen Yuan took Wen Xiaochuan into the bathroom.

There are all kinds of children's products here, including apple-flavored toothpaste, Superman's water cup, and cute yellow duck towels.

Every little detail proves that Li Zhao took good care of Wen Xiaochuan.

Wen Yuan had never taken care of a child before, and the first time she washed Wen Xiaochuan's face, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

"Mom, let me do it myself. I can wash it."

Wen Xiaochuan brought a small stool from the side, climbed onto it, and brushed his teeth and washed his face seriously. After finishing, he applied strawberry-flavored children's cream on himself.

Wen Yuan looked at Wen Xiaochuan's skillful movements and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

"Xiaochuan, who taught you to wash your face and brush your teeth?"

"Aunt Xiaoying and Nanny Li." Wen Xiaochuan replied.

"Xiaoying?" Wen Yuan was shocked. Wasn't Xiaoying executed by Li Zhao?

"Well, Aunt Sakura said she was your personal maid and you treated her like a younger sister. When she knew my father and I were coming to see you, she cried secretly for many days. Later, she began to teach me how to dress myself, put on my shoes, wash and brush my teeth."

Wen Xiaochuan talked a lot about Xiaoying.

When he was very young, Wen Xiaochuan thought Aunt Xiaoying was his mother. Once, he couldn't help but call Xiaoying "Mother", which made Aunt Xiaoying burst into tears. Since then, Wen Xiaochuan no longer dared to treat her as his mother.

Wen Yuan's hands were shaking. After Li Zhao executed Xiaoying, she hated Li Zhao to the core. However, after so many years, she found out that Xiaoying was still alive.

"Mom, mom? What's wrong with you?" Wen Xiaochuan saw her painful expression and shook her arm fearfully.

Wen Yuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes without leaving a trace, and pulled the corners of her mouth: "Let's go out, mom will make you breakfast."

"All right."

Wen Yuan went downstairs and found the housekeeper watering the plants in the yard.

"I want to borrow the kitchen to make breakfast for Xiaochuan."

The housekeeper smiled and said, "You can use it as you like. Everything here is yours, including the private collection in the back."

Wen Yuan's head was still a little dizzy, and she didn't hear clearly what the housekeeper said next. She said thank you and turned to go into the house.

The restaurant's refrigerator was huge, and there were a lot of ingredients in it, so she paused while choosing.

She didn't know what Wen Xiaochuan liked, hated, or was allergic to. She knew nothing about Wen Xiaochuan.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Yuan asked, "Xiaochuan, do you like chicken porridge?"

"I like it. The chef at the palace's Fuji Porridge Shop used to make it for me."

The mother and son have the same taste and both have a special liking for chicken porridge.

"Okay, mom will make you some chicken porridge."

Wen Yuan’s cooking skills were naturally not as good as the chef at Buer Porridge Shop, but Wen Xiaochuan still ate with gusto, his little mouth as sweet as honey.

"Mom, it's so delicious, even better than the one made by the chef at Bu Er Porridge Shop."

"I've never eaten such delicious porridge before. Believe me, I'm not lying."

Wen Yuan ruffled his hair, his eyes full of tenderness: "If it tastes good, eat more."

After breakfast, Wen Yuan had to go back, and she wanted to take Xiaochuan with her.

"Mom, I'm not leaving. I'm waiting for Dad and my uncle at home. What if they come back?" Although Wen Xiaochuan was reluctant to leave Wen Yuan, he didn't want to leave. This was his home.

Wen Yuan was in a dilemma. She had already crossed the line by staying overnight yesterday, and she couldn't stay here.

Just when she was in trouble, Yuan Chongqing came with two people.