After being dumped by his son and his father

Hearing this, the smile on Wen Ziheng's face instantly froze, the corners of his mouth curled down almost invisibly, and then he managed to squeeze out a smiling face. In the rearview mirror, Wen Xi took off his shoes and curled up in the back seat. The small body is wrapped into a ball, and it looks particularly thin and weak.

"Mom is gone." Wen Ziheng moved his lips, and his voice was especially hoarse. He was not good at lying in this respect, so he had to change the subject abruptly, "Isn't it good to have daddy with you?"

Wen Xi shook his little head silently, his smooth black hair was pasted on his fair forehead, he lowered his eyes expressionlessly, his thick long eyelashes covered those big black eyes, it was impossible to tell at this moment whether he was sad or not. lost.

Five years ago, when Wen Ziheng was pregnant with Wen Xi, he was only in his junior year. After breaking up with Wei Qing, he lived in a daze, struggling with endless pain and despair every day. At that time, he took a year off from school to give birth to Wen Xi. The so-called "family" was completely broken, and the tuition and living expenses were cut off.

Wen Ziheng can't remember how he survived that period of time. He was penniless and had no fixed place to live in the United States, and he had to work/undercover to save up for surgery fees for production. He was always in fear, I was afraid that other people would find out about his pregnancy, but fortunately, I got Qi Chengche's help later.

But the past few years have been too hard. With the newborn Wenxi, he continued to complete his studies while working part-time to earn tuition and living expenses. The bumpy and wandering life made Wenxi's character more and more closed, immersed in his own world and unwilling to communicate with others. However, Wen Ziheng was powerless and could not spend more time with the child as the doctor said.

Facing Wen Xi's silence, Wen Ziheng could only sigh inwardly. He suddenly thought of what Sun Jingyi had said in the tea room during the day, and couldn't help guessing that the child might have something on his mind, but he didn't know how to confide in him.

In less than 10 minutes, Wen Ziheng drove the car slowly into the parking lot, parked in the parking space near the elevator entrance, then walked around to the back and opened the car door to hug the sleeping Wen Xi out of the car.

Wen Xi squinted his eyes in a daze to look at Wen Ziheng, then stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck very dependently, snuggled his small body into Wen Ziheng's arms, and shouted inarticulately: " Mother……"

Wen Ziheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry and patted Wen Xi's butt lightly: "Little white-eyed wolf, daddy is holding you and calling mommy."

When walking towards the elevator entrance, he passed a dark gray Porsche, the streamlined perfect model was incompatible with the ordinary cars around and the mottled white walls, Wen Ziheng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This is an old community. Although it is an elevator building, it has been inhabited for nearly eight years. Most of the people who live here are elderly locals or tenants who work nearby. Few of them have million-dollar luxury cars. In and out of the area.

But this is none of Wen Ziheng's business. He quickly put this episode behind him and took the elevator upstairs with Wenxi in his arms. On the way, he met the eldest sister who bought the house downstairs in his house. This eldest sister He is a big real estate family. Before the purchase restriction, he bought a bunch of houses and put them there. When Wen Ziheng bought a second-hand house and moved in two years ago, he received a lot of help from his elder sister.

The eldest sister got into the elevator from the first floor, and when she saw Wen Ziheng, she smiled and said, "Xiaowen, has your bathroom been repaired? The buyer has moved here today, if there is still a leak, it will be troublesome."

"It was fixed yesterday, there will be no problem, I caused you trouble a few days ago." Wen Ziheng said with a smile.

"No, no, I don't live here anyway, so it's not troublesome." The eldest sister waved her hand, paused for a moment and then sighed, "I'm afraid that there will be some problems in this house in the future. I don’t know what he thinks, he looks so rich and drives a luxury car, he actually came to buy my second-hand house, the decoration is still the old design from six years ago.”

Wen Ziheng recalled the Porsche he saw in the parking lot, and realized that it was his new neighbor's car.

It's just that Wen Ziheng also finds it strange that people who can afford to drive a Porsche will buy someone else's second-hand house in an old community?

When we reached the fourteenth floor, the elevator door slowly opened. The eldest sister stepped out and almost stepped on a small cardboard box placed at the door of the elevator. move away.

While the elder sister was talking to the mover, the elevator door slowly closed again. When Wen Ziheng carried Wen Xi home, the drowsy Wen Xi had already opened his eyes and was rubbing them with his little hands.

"Don't rub your hands, your hands are dirty." Wen Ziheng squatted down and put Wenxi on the floor, kissed his son's head, "Wash your hands first, Dad will cook, and eat beef stew at night, okay?"

Wen Xi nodded obediently, pursed his lips and ran towards the bathroom in small steps, his smooth black hair dangling with the pace of his running, it seemed that Wen Ziheng wanted to catch his son again a handful.

The single father, Wen Ziheng, has perfected his culinary skills through years of practice. When he walked out of the kitchen with the fragrant beef stewed, Wen Xi had already placed two sets of bowls and chopsticks neatly on the dining table, with a small body. Sitting upright, the two short legs that were still a short distance from the ground swayed back and forth.

Wen Xi's numb expression only changed slightly when he was eating. He liked eating Wen Ziheng's dishes very much, and the number of times he even responded to Wen Ziheng's words increased sharply.

This was the happiest moment of Wen Ziheng's day. Seeing the satisfaction in his son's eyes, the burden on his heart seemed to be a lot lighter without knowing it.

Wen Xi is the only support in his life.

Just his autism...

Thinking of this, the color in Wen Ziheng's eyes dimmed a bit. He sighed silently, went to the bathroom to adjust the temperature of the shower for his son, and let Wen Xi take a bath by himself, while he packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean up. , Wen Xi was still in the bathroom when he came out, and the water was rushing.

Wen Ziheng stood at the door and asked a few words, Wen Xi only rejected Wen Ziheng's proposal to go in and help him take a bath with the sound of knocking on the bathroom door.

Unable to resist his stubborn son, Wen Ziheng simply went back to the bedroom and turned on the computer to find the project information in the mailbox. After sitting for more than ten minutes, he suddenly remembered that Wenxi's small schoolbag was still in the car, which contained Wenxi's nightly Picture books to read before bedtime.

After saying hello to his son, Wen Ziheng picked up the car keys and went out.

Walking into the elevator, the number on the display screen jumped from "15" to "14" and then stopped. Someone should come in. Before the elevator door opened, Wen Ziheng subconsciously stood aside, his face expressionless Keep your eyes down to avoid the embarrassing scene of staring at your neighbors.

Then there was the sound of leather shoes stepping into the elevator, and the man stopped beside Wen Ziheng. In the silence, the elevator door closed, and the elevator slowly descended.

When Wen Ziheng saw the somewhat familiar black custom-made leather shoes, he was stunned for a while, then suddenly, as if he had a premonition, he looked up along the long legs in gray and black suit pants, Finally, his eyes fixed on the handsome side face of the man.

Wei Qing...

When seeing Wei Qing's face clearly, Wen Ziheng suddenly felt like his world was spinning——

Why can I meet Wei Qing everywhere?

Before his brain started to think about this question, his mouth had reflexively asked the doubts in his heart: "Why are you here? You even found out where I live?" There was still a little panic in his voice.

Wei Qing snorted inexplicably, turned to look at Wen Ziheng, whose expression was rarely flustered, and raised the corners of his lips indifferently: "I'm not interested in wasting time investigating where you live, I bought it here I will live here for the time being.”

"..." Wen Ziheng suddenly felt that the sky was falling, and he felt desperate. After a long silence, he said in an extremely difficult and obscure way, "You bought the house from Big Sister Zheng?"

Wei Qing's cold eyes lingered on Wen Ziheng's face for more than ten seconds, and he could see the despair and anxiety hidden in Wen Ziheng's expression. He curled his lips with a fake smile, and answered the wrong question: "This kind of I won’t live in a dilapidated place for too long, let’s pretend we don’t know each other when we meet again in the future, and you don’t have to regard me as your leader... Oh yes, maybe next week I really won’t be yours anymore led."

After speaking, he showed a meaningful smile.

With a sound of "ding dong", the elevator stopped on the first floor, and Wei Qing walked out with long legs.

Wen Ziheng came to the parking lot on the first floor, found the car and took the schoolbag that Wen Xi had thrown in the back seat, but his mind was full of what Wei Qing said just now.

In fact, not only is it a colleague who has worked hard for several years in the department, but Wen Ziheng himself does not want to lose his job. It is not easy to find a job now. He still has a mortgage and a car loan on his back. His psychotherapy is a huge expense, and his source of income cannot be cut off.

Back home with a lot of worries, Wen Xi wrapped himself in a blanket and sat on the sofa after taking a shower, his wet hair stuck to his head, making his round bun face even fairer, he sat motionless like a soaked chicken , frowning, I don't know where I learned the appearance of a little adult.

Wen Ziheng put the schoolbag on the cabinet and stood there with a pale face for a while, then Wen Xi ran over with the hair dryer from the bedroom, held the hair dryer in both hands and passed it to Wen Ziheng, blinking misty eyes Look at him with big eyes.

"Good." Wen Ziheng squeezed out a smile, pinched his son's tender face, sat on the sofa and pulled him to his lap, and adjusted the mid-range warm air to blow his son's hair.

The hair dryer made a buzzing sound, and neither father nor son spoke until Wen Xi's hair was about to dry when a doorbell interrupted Wen Ziheng's movements.

Wen Ziheng put down the hair dryer, hugged Wen Xi to sit on the sofa, then got up and walked towards the door.

Before opening the door, Wen Ziheng subconsciously looked into the cat's eyes, and was surprised to find that the person outside turned out to be Wei Qing, or Wei Qing with wet hair in a white nightgown...