After the Jiao family left, there were only three people left in the main hall.

Wen Tian stood beside Fu Youqin, and the mother and son stood on the same front line. Wen Boli, whose faces changed several times, stood alone on the other end. Without outsiders present, the conflicts between them became increasingly prominent.

The room was filled with cold silence, and the sound of Wen Boli's heavy breathing and the friction of clothes was particularly clear.

"Qinniang..."

He reached out and held the bun behind his head. Fu Youqin ignored her husband who wanted to speak but stopped. Her broad clothes rolled out like a cloud, and she took Wen Tian away.

Without Wen Boli's presence, he cleaned up the Jiao family again. Wen Tian's mood improved significantly. When he walked, his heels were bumpy. Contrary to his joy, Fu Youqin bent his straight back slightly from the time he left the door, his expression full of fatigue and disappointment.

After Wen Tian realized that, he noticed his mother's emotions. The little joy in his heart became calm and silently accompanied his mother who was obviously depressed for a while. Wen Tian deliberately stopped and pointed to the pavilion on the right, "Mom, the flowers in the garden are blooming, can you accompany me to sit?"

He looked stunned for a moment. Looking at Wen Tian's eyes that were deliberately wide open, Fu Youqin could not guess his little thoughts. Every time he wanted something, Wen Tian always liked to use this trick to please her.

Even if you grow up, you can't get rid of such a little habit.

The mother and son walked to the pavilion one after another, and Wen Tian wiped the stone bench clean before letting her sit down.

Wen Tian sat down next to Fu Youqin, who was half a head taller than Fu Youqin, but he put his head on Fu Youqin's shoulders and rubbed it gently. This was a trick he used to act spoiled when he was a child. Now that he has grown up, he is a little awkward and awkward when he uses it.

Fu Youqin patted his head and smiled on his face, "It's so big, I'm not ashamed."

"Does mom dislike me?"

"No." Fingers dotted on his eyebrows, and Fu Youqin made fun of him, "I'm afraid that your wife will dislike you in the future."

Wen Tian didn't agree with it. In fact, in addition to trying to make people happy, he also wanted to tell his mother about Wen Boli having a concubine's son in the outer family.

But living a life again sounds too ridiculous. Even now, he often wonders if he is having a long dream. He dares not believe it completely. How can others believe it?

After his eyes rolled around, Wen Tian decided not to talk about rebirth for the time being. Anyway, it would be great if his mother knew the disgusting things Wen Boli did first. As for how to know, he would not make up the reason?

The servant came over with the brewed tea and withdrew the servant. Wen Tian sat upright and poured a cup of tea for Fu Youqin himself, and his previous coquettish and obedient expression also calmed down.

Fu Youqin didn't know why he changed, but looking at his appearance, he knew that his son had something to say to him.

He lowered his eyes and thought about his words. Wen Tian's fingers tucked under the table tightly, but he said, "Last month... I saw my father outside the town..."

As he said that, he slowly looked up. Wen Tian paid attention to Fu Youqin's expression and slowly finished his unfinished words, "He is with a woman...the movements are very close."

Fu Youqin's expression had not changed, but her fingers holding the handkerchief tightened slightly. Looking at her son's cautious expression, she forced a smile, "Don't be afraid, what else have you seen?"

After swallowing, Wen Tian's heart beat pounding. He was still not good at lying on the spot. He clenched his fingers and continued, "I saw them walking towards the official road in a carriage."

In fact, in the previous life, Wen Tian didn't know where Wen Boli hid the outer room and the concubine's son. In the previous life, Wen Boli took the initiative to bring people back after being promoted to Qingyang. At that time, the Wen family was in chaos, and no one was able to check where the person was hiding before. Wen Tian only knew that the other party did not seem to be in Sifang Town before.

I just said that Wen Boli was away, and as long as my mother became suspicious and went to investigate, she could always find clues.

After Wen Tian finished speaking, he begged Fu Youqin's face and added carefully, "I thought I was dazzled before, but today..." He deliberately did not finish his words. Today, Wen Boli's performance was tore off the mask that had been disguised for many years. In order to push his own daughter into the fire pit for his career, it seems less shocking than raising an outdoor room.

"I understand." Fu Youqin sighed softly. There were too many things I experienced today. The person next to me who was familiar with the past completely changed his face. Even the innocent youngest son seemed to have hidden a lot of worries. His past cognition was overturned, and Fu Youqin was exhausted, but when he saw Wen Tian's careful expression, he was a little relieved.

At least there were a pair of children accompanying her. The youngest son, who always liked to act coquettishly and was also scheming. Fu Youqin touched his head and still couldn't help but lean his face against his chest.

This is a position of relying on. In the past, Wen Tian relied on the one. Now the role has suddenly changed. Wen Tian patted and stroked his mother's back at a loss, just like when he was a child, his mother coaxed herself.

The person leaned against his chest. He just lowered his head for a moment. After a while, Fu Youqin raised his head and was still the gentle and noble lady.

Putting her hair scattered in her ears behind her, Wen Tian pursed her lips and said seriously: "No matter what decision my mother makes, I will stand on your side, and my sister will definitely be the same."

"Okay," Fu Youqin smiled, pinching the flesh on his cheek with his fingers, "It's much smarter than before."

Wen Tian covered her face inexplicably, only to feel that the woman's emotions were getting too fast, and she couldn't understand why she was being pinched.

After parting with his mother in the garden, Wen Tian felt much more relaxed. He slowly returned to the east courtyard and saw Chu Xiangtian lying on the roof to bask in the sun. When he saw Wen Tian enter the door, he even greeted him.

"!!!" Wen Tian asked, staring at the smiling man, "What are you doing on the roof?"

"Battle the sun." Chu Xiangtian pillowed his head with his hands, his right foot on his left leg, looking very leisurely, "The sun is very warm, is it coming up?"

Wen Tian: "..."

Unable to withstand the temptation, Wen Tian looked at the high eaves, pursed his lips and nodded. Chu Xiangtian laughed out loud, sat up and stretched out a hand to him, "Step on that stone, I'll carry you up."

Wen Tian looked at the landscape stone on the left, stood up without hesitation, and the height of the cushion was just enough for Chu Xiangtian to lean down and grab him.

After pinching his armpit, Chu Xiangtian steadily hugged the man up, and was tightly held by those big hands. Wen Tian personally felt how strong the man was.

He hugged the person effortlessly, but Chu Xiangtian did not let go immediately. He hugged him and smiled, "Why is it as light as a piece of paper?"

Wen Tian punched him and asked him to put him down with a stern face. However, the soft fist fell on Chu Xiangtian's strong chest. Chu Xiangtian did not hurt, but his hands hurt. He really put in the strength of this fist, but he hurt himself. Wen Tian's eyes quickly turned red.

Chu Xiangtian was frightened by his ability to cry when he said he would cry. He took off his outer robe and put it on the roof, letting him sit down, and nervously pinched his hand to check it out, and was a little amused, "I can't rely on me."

Wen Tian actually didn't want to cry. He just had a physiological reaction. He sniffed and withdrew his hand and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was holding his knees like a small animal curled up in a ball of grievances, Chu Xiangtian's eyes moved, and he reached out and poked half of his exposed cheek. It was soft and warm, and a little slippery sucking hands.

Chu Xiangtian couldn't help but poke twice.
Chapter completed!