Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

It's just that everyone has a slight change, which can't be said to be specific, but it is still noticed in midsummer...

Roughly around in the villa, she realized something.

For example, the woman's clothes in the laundry room.

Midsummer Yingliang's black pupils trembled, pointing to the clothes and asking the servant who followed him.

"Whose dress is this?"

The servant's expression froze for a while, but he kept silent.

"No... I don't know." The servant's idea is simple, because they all know that in Miss Midsummer's heart, there has always been a person who can never be replaced.

She was just worried that if she told her that her husband brought a woman back last night, she would be sad.

It is strange that a three-year-old child remembers people so clearly.

Even if the mother is three years old and three years later, I can only say that the child’s mind is really--

Smart is beyond description.

Therefore, her clumsy pretense was stunned in front of the six-year-old, and she was seen through.

"I really don't know who that woman is? Mr. took it back personally!"

Midsummer’s big eyes blinked, "Get me down!"

The servant hurriedly took off the clothes. Midsummer reached out and pulled at the collar of the windbreaker, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, but it was a pity that it was all smell of laundry detergent.

Loosening her clothes, Midsummer asked again, "Then...what about that woman?"

"left already."

"When?" Midsummer asked as he walked out.

"Today... it's over two o'clock in the afternoon."

In midsummer, the small body suddenly stopped, and his big eyes were full of surprise.

"So, she slept here last night?"

"..."

Seeing midsummer's white and tender eyebrows frowning slightly, the servant just nodded his head.

"Which room do you sleep in?"

"..." There was a flash of contemplation in Midsummer's big eyes.

"Sleepy, go to bed."

After a long while, Doudou said suddenly, and his small body ran to the direction of the elevator.

Sheng Yuchen was dealing with documents in the study, and Doudou had already been able to figure out the top and bottom of Xishanju, and there was really nothing to play with.

Doudou wanted to come, he thought, it was just a habit of her.

Sheng Yuchen suddenly thought of something. He put down the pen in his hand, leaned slightly on the back of the chair behind him, turned the chair slightly to face out the window, and looked at the winding mountain road in the distance with dark eyes.

Doudou will be six years old this summer...

Six years old...

"Six years old..." Sheng Yuchen whispered, his expression comfortable, calm, deep, and colorless, as if he was thinking about something.

Midsummer ran into the master bedroom, kicked off his little black leather shoes, took off his little suit jacket, and got into the bed.

At the moment the quilt was opened, the familiar breath stunned Midsummer. He wrinkled his little nose and sniffed for a long time, and his big eyes suddenly covered with water vapor.

This taste faintly coincides with the taste in her memory.

She can't remember exactly what the taste in her memory is. If it takes a little longer, a month or a few months or a year or a few years, she thinks she might really forget it.

But if she was asked to repeat the news again, she would still be able to tell immediately.

This smell belongs to Mommy.

She didn't know how many women in this world tasted like Mommy, but she never rejected everything or people related to Mommy.

For example, Aunt Meng, although her personality is much inferior to that of her mom, she cannot stop her from liking her face.