"That's it!" Rong Yun naturally knew what happened in the Wen family that day, and now that everyone in the Duanmu family was there, she didn't have much to say, so she could only nod her head and say to the two sisters with a kind attitude: "Then you two girls go over, and my old woman won't bother your mother and daughter to talk about intimate words!"

This is quite harsh.

Wen Cheng glanced at Rong Yun when he got up, there was no temperature under his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, and pulled Shi Qi towards Duanmu Lanya.

......

The side hall is very brightly lit.

The three of them sat on the sofa in the side hall one after another, and no one spoke for a while.

Duanmu Lanya sat opposite a little stiffly, she curled up her fingertips, glanced at the dark night outside the window, and after a few thoughts, she asked a painless word, "You two live here, are you still used to it?"

Yan Shiqi raised her eyes to look at her, she hadn't seen her for many days, the corners of this Mrs. Wen's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be dyed with wind and frost, even if her posture was still elegant, but there were too many emotions in her eyes, and the whole person was very tired.

She pursed her lips, and before she could speak, Wen Cheng had already taken the lead, "It's good, my grandfather's family, what's not used to it." ”

Wen Cheng replied straightforwardly, and his gaze fell on Duanmu Lanya steadily, calmly without a trace of waves.

Obviously, they are mother and daughter, but because of preference and hurt, it has led to such an unfamiliar scene today.

Wen Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong, it was because she wasn't good, no wonder her parents didn't like it.

However, when she returned from a serious injury, she did not receive a word of love and care, but her biological parents still showed a worried side in the face of Wen Zhiyuan's various evil deeds, which made her completely believe that her unlikability was innate.

Perhaps, Wen Cheng's coldness is mixed with too many stories, and little by little, it becomes a thorn in the tip of the heart that is difficult to eliminate.

For Yan Shiqi, Duanmu Lanya may be more of an identity, a name, and a stranger with the same blood as her.

At this moment, the two sisters were in different moods, but their performance towards Duanmu Lanya was almost the same.

Duanmu Lanya heard Wen Cheng's response, and her breath froze for a moment.

Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled and murmured, "Orange Orange, Xiaoqi, are you still blaming me......?"

The words are on the lips, but it is difficult to speak.

Duanmu Lanya has lived for so long, and she has never felt so difficult to reveal her heart.

She turned her cheek away and wiped it with her thumb at the corner of her eye, and before she could sort out her emotions, she heard Wen Cheng speak, "Mom, you think too much, we don't blame you." ”

Hearing this, Duanmu Lanya's eyes instantly burst out with a look of surprise, "Orange Orange, really?"

Wen Cheng looked at her excited appearance, and pulled her lips into a faint smile, "If we blamed you for being useful, then it might not have been like that in the Wen family." ”

The look in Duanmu Lanya's eyes dimmed, and she was stunned!

Wen Cheng looked at her, took Yan Shiqi's hand and rubbed it in her palm, she sighed lightly and said, "Mom, in fact, you don't have to be like this." You like Wen Zhiyuan, there's nothing wrong with that, if you say a thousand things and ten thousand, everyone will have a favorite child.

If I blame you, it's not nothing. I just think that if I had known that you were so reluctant to know Wen Zhiyuan, I would rather continue to fake my death and keep it as it is.

Now that I think about it, even if Wen Zhiyuan really kills me, it will only be the loss of a child you don't like, and it shouldn't matter much. ”