After being dumped by his son and his father

Wen Ziheng, who was about to close the door, froze instantly when he heard these words, his face was full of surprise and joy. When he realized from the surprise, Wei Qing had already squeezed in from the door, consciously close the door.

"Can I take a look at that surveillance video?" Wen Ziheng suppressed the excitement in his heart, but his tone rose uncontrollably. He never thought that this matter would turn around.

"It has been sent to your mailbox, you can go and have a look." Wei Qing said while putting the shopping bag in his hand on the dining table with ease. He only stayed here for one night two days ago, and now it is only the first time. The second time I came, I was as calm and calm as the master of the house.

After Wei Qing put the things in the shopping bag out, Wen Ziheng realized that they were ingredients bought from the supermarket. He raised his eyes and looked at Wei Qing with a strange expression, but the other party looked perfectly normal. look.

From the corner of my eyes, I heard that Ziheng was standing at the dining table without moving. Wei Qing raised his head, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you going to check the mailbox?"

"What are you doing?" Wen Ziheng's eyes fell on Wei Qing's hands holding the ingredients.

Wei Qing answered the geography should: "Cooking."

"..."

Wen Ziheng originally wanted to say that he was going to cook at your own home, but after thinking about it later, Wei Qing even pulled out the surveillance video, and probably knew something else, so he swallowed back the words that were about to blurt out .

"Whatever you want, everything in the kitchen is complete, if you can't find it, you can ask me." Wen Ziheng said lightly, and turned back to the bedroom.

Turn on the computer and log in to the mailbox. The first unread email was sent by Wei Qing using his personal account. It is a compressed file.

It contained not only a few edited and processed surveillance videos, but also several documents about the parents of the two children who were beaten—they both worked in government agencies in the city, and the parents of the two families also knew each other.

Wen Ziheng briefly browsed through the surveillance video and materials, and immediately understood why the director would not let him go.

Kindergarten is private, and it needs the support of some government agencies to run it smoothly for a long time, and the parents of the two children are employed in relevant units.

As a result, the headmaster didn't dare to offend those two pairs of parents at all. Unfortunately, the child had an accident in the kindergarten managed by her. If he couldn't catch the real perpetrator, he could only pick an unlucky child and an unlucky parent as a scapegoat. , Wen Xi, who has autism, and Wen Ziheng, a single father, are naturally perfect candidates.

Wen Ziheng smiled self-deprecatingly with the corners of his lips raised, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and was about to light one when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small bright yellow figure suddenly appearing in the surveillance video that was automatically played for the second time out of the corner of his eye.

The action of lighting the cigarette stopped instantly, Wen Ziheng frowned suddenly, took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it in the drawer together with the lighter, and leaned forward to take a closer look.

Isn't this Sun Yuanyuan!

Sun Jingyi's niece, who is in the same class as Wen Xi, is a clever and intelligent girl, but Wen Ziheng doesn't like that little girl very much, her personality is too jumpy and she is prone to trouble.

After sitting quietly for a while, Wen Ziheng suddenly realized something, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

When the door was opened, there was a gluttonous food aroma rushing towards the face. The kitchen door was half open, and those aromas spread from the kitchen and lingered in the living room.

Wen Ziheng didn't touch a few chopsticks for food in the restaurant at noon, and he didn't feel anything just now, but now he smelled the food and felt that his chest was on his back. He walked outside the kitchen, opened half of the He opened the door just in time to see Wei Qing busy inside.

Wei Qing took off his coat, only wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater, and the cartoon apron that Wen Ziheng often wears on his body. He is tall, 1.8 meters tall, making the narrow kitchen look very crowded.

Moreover, his hand gestures are very skillful when stir-frying dishes, but it is not obvious at all that this is actually a rich young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

Wen Ziheng was considering his words when Wei Qing, who had his back turned to him, suddenly said, "Have you finished reading?"

"..." How could this guy know that he was standing here without even looking back, like a radar, he could feel his presence every moment.

"It's over." Wen Ziheng's chest was full of gloom, and his voice was low and dull, "The child who hit him was Sun Yuanyuan, right? Sun Yuanyuan is Sun Jingyi's niece, and Sun Jingyi has a close relationship with the principal, so the gardener The boss didn't confess Sun Yuanyuan, so he dragged my son to take the place of the dead ghost."

As for the reason for choosing Wenxi, it was mostly because he suffered from autism and had no ability to defend himself.

Thinking of this, Wen Ziheng only felt the tip of his nose sore, and suddenly a hazy mist covered his vision.

Wen Xi is indeed autistic, but he is also a child with a normal IQ and a basic sense of right and wrong. He knows that it is because of him that the principal shows such a terrifying expression, and he also knows that it is because of him that his father was bullied by the principal.

Maybe the villain Wen Xi mentioned in the elevator refers to the principal, he has a lot to say and doesn't know how to express it, but Wen Ziheng can't guess anything from his words and deeds.

Wen Ziheng's thoughts were flying, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and his breath was stuck there, making his face livid.

After finally calming down, Wen Ziheng said in a hoarse voice: "Since they insist on making this matter a big deal, then I won't let it go. Xiaoxi's autism is not a reason for them to slander others casually." .”

"Then let them make trouble." Wei Qing said indifferently, then turned around——

Seeing this, Wen Ziheng hastily lowered his gaze, and at the same time subconsciously took two steps back.

He was afraid that Wei Qing would see the mist in his eyes. Although what happened today is not a small problem that can be solved easily, it is too embarrassing to cry in front of Wei Qing. Even in the past, he seldom cried in front of Wei Qing.

Except sometimes in bed...

After feeling Wei Qing's approach, Wen Ziheng quickly found a reason to run away: "You are busy first, I'll go and see the creek..."

Before Wen Ziheng finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a helpless sigh, and then Wen Ziheng didn't expect it in time, something warm and soft was carefully attached to his right eye, as soft as a feather Sweeping from the eyes, it is still a little itchy.

Wen Ziheng: "..."

Then he discovered that the soft thing was actually Wei Qing's lips.

"It's okay." Wei Qing murmured softly, and opened her lips to lick away the teardrops hanging from Wen Ziheng's eyelashes, "Can you leave this matter to me? I know how to deal with it. You take the child to rest for a few days first."

After a while, Wen Ziheng realized what Wei Qing was doing belatedly, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly raised his head, just in time to break into Wei Qing's deep eyes staring straight at him, there was distress and helplessness in those eyes - but to Wen Ziheng today, they were all extremely strange.

"Don't be like this." Wen Ziheng took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, stretched out his hand and pushed Wei Qing away, and there was still a bit of panic that could not be concealed in his pretended calm expression, "We have been separated for so long, we should keep it together." Get some distance."

Unexpectedly, Wei Qing was pushed and almost bumped into the cabinet behind him. He looked at Wen Ziheng with a surprised expression, and his surprise and anger were like densely gathered dark clouds, covering his entire face in the blink of an eye.

However, after a tumbling cruising, the dark clouds cleared, and all that remained was compromise.

"That's all." Wei Qing sighed and turned around, "You can do whatever you want."

Wen Ziheng watched Wei Qing's victim-like face and attitude, and the grievance and resentment buried in his heart for many years suddenly came to his heart.

He was the one who was treated coldly and violently, he was the one who was let go, and he was the one who was dumped. Why did Wei Qing pretend to be a victim.

He, Wen Ziheng, is the hardest one, okay?

"What do you mean I can do whatever I want?" The anger that gradually emerged flooded Wen Ziheng's mind instantly, and he couldn't think about anything when he was impulsive.

Wen Ziheng strode into the kitchen, grabbed Wei Qing's collar, his eyes were cold, and he said with a bland smile, "I should be the one to ask you this question. What exactly do you want? Back then, I couldn't wait to use the Cold War When you broke up with me in the same way, you didn't expect that we would meet here again in the future, did you?"

Wei Qing maintained the posture of being forcibly broken from his body, he was dumbstruck, his face was full of shock and disbelief, he was stunned for a long time, and then said awkwardly: "I never thought of breaking up with you."

"Do you dare to do it or not?" Wen Ziheng sneered, his eyes were full of sarcasm, he raised his head slightly and slowly approached Wei Qing, gritted his teeth and said almost word by word, "Who was the one who wanted to break up back then?" you are not me."