As soon as they left, the whole room was quiet.

After waiting for a while, I felt that there was no one outside. Then I padded my feet and went out quietly.

As soon as I got to the door, I had a strange feeling. I turned my face and found that Murong Zhian, the little boy I met at the intersection that day, was looking at me with a smile on his face.

He stood in his spare time, and it seemed no surprise that I was here.

Just feeling embarrassed, Murong Zhian took the lead in breaking through the embarrassment, "have you seen it clearly?"

I Leng for a moment, did not respond, "what?"

"That woman just now." Murong Zhian's small arms intertwined in front of her chest, showing a sophisticated look, "she is my father's fiancee. My father doesn't like her, neither do I, and she doesn't really like me. I like you. You look like my mother. Anyway, someone will marry my father and be my mother. Would you like to be my mother?"

My face is full of collagen, but it's the tone of a little adult. For a moment, I was confused about "like" and "don't like" things, and I couldn't help laughing.

Holding his hands on his knees and bending his upper body to talk with him, "children, children can't interfere in the affairs of adults. Moreover, it's very impolite to call a girl's mother casually."

When he said this, in order to show his sincerity, he kept staring at Murong Zhian's face, but the more he looked, the less confident he was.

There's no way to be angry with such a beautiful baby.

It's really lovely and clean. I want to pinch my face.

Murong Zhian frowned at Wen Yan, as if he didn't quite understand, "do you hate me?"

Who can hate this harmless face?

I pursed my lips, but said, "Auntie doesn't mean that, I..."

"That's love." Murong Zhian didn't give me the chance to continue to talk. He pouted and said with pride, "don't worry, my father is very good-looking and good to me. He will treat you well. As long as you promise, I'll make you up!"

I was amused by his serious manner, "xiao'an, do you know what is matchmaking?"

"It's not hard." Murong Zhian raised his chin with an air. "My aunt taught me to let daddy stay with that woman more, that is to make up. In this way, I can have younger brothers and sisters. I don't want that woman to give to my younger brothers and sisters. I want you to give it to me, so I want to make up you and daddy."

I was so surprised that my eyes widened. Today's children are too precocious. It seems that Murong Zhian inherited the high IQ of the richest man, and his logical reasoning ability is not generally strong.

But in the end, the child is still too naive, confused, unexpectedly found only one side of the woman's head.

I took a deep breath to calm my mood. I stepped forward and gently rubbed on his hairy head. I patiently said, "children, it's not so easy for two people to be together. Even if I promise, your father may not like me. It's hard to force someone to make a match, isn't it right?"

Speaking of this, I suddenly think of Fu Shenyan's words that day - do you think your father and I can look up to any kind of woman?

Well, not necessarily. I'm sure it's not the type Fu Shenyan likes.

With a shrug of self mockery, I said, "well, my aunt has made an appointment with someone. I'm going to go out and wait. Listen to my father and wait for your uncle here."