To thank everyone for speaking up for him, Wen Tian took the initiative to cook a table of delicious dishes and invited the adults and the kids to the White House for dinner.

    Everyone had watched the hot searches and the two videos released by “Baby Dad” to calm things down.

    – A filming team had two cameras following the filming. Zou Xue was scared at the time. The camera was facing the door of the bakery, and it was very clear that Lin Qing was crying and suddenly rushed to Wen Tian.

    Qin Yi’s camera happened to be facing Wen Tian, ​​but Jiang Han and Lin Qing’s backs who rushed over quickly blocked the way he fell down in advance.

    Except for the surveillance camera at the counter of the bakery, the matter of “Lin Qing’s unreasonable trouble” was firmly welded.

    Su Yuzhe was furious, “No, this matter can’t be let go.”

    “Zhizhi, come here,” Su Yuzhe tapped on his phone, waved to Song Zhinian, “When did you see Lin Qing hitting someone, let me see if it matches my time.”

    Song Zhinian didn’t like Su Yuzhe very much.

    He is not a bad person, but he has no brains, like a passionate peacock who always lifts his butt and spreads his tail.

    He had never paid much attention to Su Yuzhe, but this time, in order to avenge the little boy and Uncle Wen, Song Zhinian clenched his hands and reluctantly sat down next to Su Yuzhe.

    Su Yuzhe was flattered and pulled off the necklace from his neck. “We will be allies in the future. Here, this is for you.”

    Song Zhinian looked at the exaggerated necklace with resistance on his face.

    “Uncle,” Song Zhinian said quietly, “Let’s talk about Lin Qing.”

    “Oh, okay.” Su Yuzhe scratched his hair and saw Song Cheng looking at him with a half-smile in his eyes. He was instantly scared.

    Song Zhinian was only six years old, but like Song Cheng, he felt a kind of “reverence” from the bottom of his heart.

    Su Yuzhe put down his crossed legs and said timidly, “I was that time…”

    Song Zhinian looked at him with dark eyes and nodded from time to time.

    Not only did the two of them match the time, but they also matched the person who was beaten. It is very likely that it was Lin Qing’s assistant named “Jiaozi”.

    When Wen Tian heard the name of Jiaozi, he remembered that this was a little cannon fodder who betrayed Lin Qing in the original text.

    Sure enough, all the illogical targeting in the original text had reasons.

    While he was recalling the original plot, he was absent-minded and looked out the window one by one.

    It was almost dark.

    Is Jiang Han still in the hospital?

    Will Lin Qing go and cry and beg for his forgiveness?

    Will Jiang Han, who said “know me first” quietly in the narrow rental house, become the protagonist who only charges for love again?

    Wen Tian still hates him very much.

    But I also hope that Jiang Han can get rid of the setting and be himself like Su Yuzhe or Song Cheng.

    Song Cheng saw that he was absent-minded, and after chatting with Zhou Wen for a few words, he naturally asked everyone to go back and rest first.

    The cubs also waved goodbye to Wen Tian obediently, and Yang Xiaoyu clenched his fist to comfort Wen Tian, ​​”Don’t be afraid, Uncle Wen, the bad guys will be defeated!”

    Wen Tian liked the child very much, hugged him and kissed him hard, and did not leave out the most sensible little mango.

    Song Zhinian refused to leave and insisted on sleeping with the little one, so Song Cheng had to let him stay.

    Soon, only Wen Tian and the two little ones were left in the bustling little white building.

    The three-year-old stood in front of the mirror with Song Zhinian to wash and brush his teeth without anyone’s help. After washing up and making themselves smell fragrant, they lay down in bed together to sleep.

    Song Zhinian gently and rhythmically patted the little one’s shoulders to coax him to sleep, reciting fairy tales in a flat voice, but the little one was very at ease and fell asleep very sweetly in a short while.

    After the two little ones fell asleep, Wen Tian got up and walked to the second-floor terrace, leaned on the railing, and looked at the empty sea of ​​flowers under the moonlight.

    Soon, at the end of the flower field, a Land Rover sped towards the white building.

    Wen Tian stood up straight, his heart pounding, and turned around and ran downstairs.

    The car stopped outside the white building. The driver got out and opened the back door. Jiang Han, with his arm in a bandage, got out of the car tiredly.

    Wen Tian’s heartbeat became more and more rapid.

    Jiang Han seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

    There was a lamp on the fence wall at the gate of the courtyard, the only one in the mountains, like a bright lighthouse in the black sea.

    Wen Tian left it there deliberately with inexplicable expectations.

    Jiang Han stood in the halo of the lamp, staring at him seriously, his narrow eyes slightly curved.

    At that moment, Wen Tian’s eyes were hot, and he suddenly had the urge to rush up and hug him.

    Wen Tian did rush over.

    Regardless of anything, he ran to the door in a hurry against the wind, excitedly and hurriedly, pushed open the fence door wrapped with wisteria flowers, and raised his face to meet Jiang Han’s deep gaze.

    The faint light fell into his shallow pupils, sparkling.

    “…you,” Wen Tian licked his lips nervously, his eyes fell on Jiang Han’s plastered arm, and asked carefully, “Does it hurt?”

    Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, and his pupils trembled violently.

    “It hurts so much,” Jiang Han laughed, “The doctor said that the tendons are injured, and it will take at least a month to recover.”

    Wen Tian: … …

    Wen Tian’s guilt was like a teapot lid that was constantly hit by water vapor, and it was about to overflow from his heart.

    “Can I go upstairs to have a drink of water?” Jiang Han pursed his lips, revealing a look like an abandoned dog, “It hurts so much, really, there’s no anesthesia.”

    Wen Tian couldn’t resist that look, so he stepped aside and said stutteringly, “Have you eaten? There are dishes at home, I’ll cook them for you.”

    “Yeah, I’m starving.” Jiang Han said with a smile.

    The driver was very tactful, and immediately said hello and left, asking Jiang Han to contact him if he needed anything.

    Wen Tian’s eyelids twitched, and he felt something was wrong.

    The kids were sleeping on the second floor, so Wen Tian fried a few dishes in the kitchen on the first floor and served them to Jiang Han together with rice.

    Jiang Han was really hungry, and he ate very quickly. Because he only had one hand, he mixed the dishes and rice into a ball, scooped them up with a spoon, and ate two bowls in big mouthfuls before he felt a little better.

    But even though he ate very quickly, his behavior still revealed an indescribable elegance and dignity.

    Wen Tian moved a small chair, propped up his face with one hand, and sat opposite him to watch him eat. After a moment, he changed from supporting his face with one hand to supporting his face with both hands, and his eyes followed the rise and fall of Jiang Han’s spoon.

    After a moment, Jiang Han elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue and took the initiative to explain, “I have sent someone to send Lin Qing back to Jingbei.”

    Jiang Han showed a happy smile in his eyes, “Teacher Wen helped me a lot this time.”

    “What help?” Wen Tian stopped him guilty and wandering eyes, cleaned up the dishes on the table, and asked curiously.

    “Well,” Jiang Han leaned into the sofa, his eyes smiling, “I want to get rid of Lin Qing, but I haven’t found a way.”

    “Oh oh,” Wen Tian blinked in confusion, “…ah?”

    Get rid of Lin Qing?

    Jiang Han curved his eyes, and his cold voice softened, with a cautious test, “I don’t like him.” Wen Tian’s pupils shrank suddenly, “…no no no don’t like?”

    Ah? The protagonist doesn’t like the protagonist? Then the core support of the whole book will collapse?

    Wen Tian was in a state of panic, and the dishes he had just stacked shattered all over the floor.

    Jiang Han hurriedly grabbed his hand, “Are you okay?”

    Wen Tian’s fingers were long, with well-proportioned joints and thin calluses on the inside of the joints. They were not as soft as he had imagined, but surprisingly strong.

    The situation was very chaotic, and he didn’t know why his fingers suddenly intertwined.

    Wen Tian instinctively grabbed Jiang Han and barely managed to avoid falling down.

    “…Thank you,” Wen Tian’s face flushed, and he jumped out of the debris area on one foot, pulled back his hand, and rubbed his face worriedly, “Don’t wake up the children.”

    Wen Tian hurriedly went to find a broom, and his back was extremely hurried.

    Jiang Han regretfully squeezed his empty palm.

    As soon as Wen Tian left, there was a rustling sound of footsteps at the stairs.

    Xiaoguai came down from upstairs with a confused face, holding Song Zhinian’s hand with one hand and holding her rabbit doll with the other.

    “Daddy?” The sleepy little cat looked around, but only saw Jiang Han by the sofa.

    “Daddy Jiang?” His eyes were fixed on Jiang Han’s plastered arm, and his soft voice was a little confused.

    The kind little kid immediately softened his heart, grabbed the rabbit doll and walked forward, got next to Jiang Han, and curled up softly.

    Song Zhinian also ran over and asked carefully, “Uncle Jiang, does it hurt?”

    Jiang Han rubbed his head, “No, did I wake you up?”

    Xiaoguai nodded, thought about it, climbed onto the sofa, nestled on the other side of Jiang Han, and fell asleep in dependence.

    When Wen Tian found the broom and came out, he saw Jiang Han lazily leaning on the sofa, his eyes closed and taking a nap, his cold and handsome face revealed unspeakable fatigue, and the two kids were nestled in his arms, one on the left and the other on the right, also sleeping soundly. Wen Tian pursed his lips, and an inexplicable feeling of… heartache rose in his chest.

    How could he feel sorry for the protagonist who had a golden finger?

    Wen Tian felt as if he had forgotten something very important. Only the earth-shaking feeling in his heart remained, making him confused and scared.

    But that feeling faded too quickly, and in the end, only the elusive doubts were left.

    Wen Tian shook his head, picked up the broom and swept lightly.

    The broken porcelain pieces made a crackling sound, and Jiang Han immediately opened his eyes.

    “I woke you up,” Wen Tian lowered his voice unconsciously, “Go to your room and sleep, the sofa is not comfortable.”

    Not a word was mentioned about the previous topic.

    Jiang Han’s thin lips moved, his brows lowered, his eyes looked cold and stern, and he observed him with a sense of oppression.

    Wen Tian scratched his hair in confusion, thinking that Jiang Han was waiting for him to explain what happened today, so he said, “Mr. Jiang, thank you for what happened today.”

    “But I really don’t know why you helped me? Many times,” Wen Tian said incoherently, “What are you thinking in your heart? Can you tell me clearly?”

    Jiang Han still stared at him steadily, and said to himself, “Tell you clearly?”

    Wen Tian, ​​”Yes, I really don’t understand. You are Lin Qing’s boyfriend, why do you help me again and again?”

    Jiang Han controlled the frequency of his breathing, and the whole person seemed to be squeezed heavily by the thick darkness, unable to breathe. With his thin lips slightly opened, he tried to confess everything to Wen Tian for the third time, “I helped you, of course, because of that night three years ago.”

    “Teacher Wen, I have been looking for you.”

    “I have been looking for you for three whole years…”

    The voice stopped abruptly.

    Wen Tian was unaware of what was happening in front of him. He carefully picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, opened the refrigerator, and turned around in the light of the refrigerator and asked, “Do you want juice or water?”

    Jiang Han’s Adam’s apple rolled, and an indescribable bitterness spread from his chest.

    After a while, he chuckled resignedly and said, “Baishui^[1]mineral water, thank you.”