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Song Jia carefully adjusted Du Shuwen's collar and headgear, took two steps back to look, pursed her lips and shook her head, then stepped forward to take off her daughter's braid and tie it again.

"Mom, is it necessary?" Wenwen said impatiently, "Uncle is not an outsider."

She inherited her mother's good looks, and she is very beautiful.

The stature also began to draw strips, and the development of puberty began, like a budding flower bone, so charming.

Some precocious boys in the school began to look at her in a strange way.

Wenwen is naturally aware of this, a little proud, but also a little distressed.

In the end, it is easy to get angry and more impatient.

Song Jia flexibly braided Wenwen and explained, "Uncle is indeed not an outsider, but he has many guests at home. You don't want to make a fool of yourself at your cousin's birthday party and embarrass your uncle, right?"

"I won't embarrass him," Wenwen stuck out her tongue, "and my uncle likes me the most, even if I make a fool of myself, he will forgive me."

After a pause, she asked curiously, "When did my uncle get married and have a child? Have you met my aunt? Have you met my cousin?"

"I haven't seen it either. Your uncle isn't married, he just had a girlfriend before. That child was born to him by a girlfriend."

"That's an illegitimate daughter." Wenwen said frankly.

Song Jia slapped her daughter gently on the back of the head, and said with a sullen face, "If you talk like this at your uncle's house, don't go there as soon as possible. I don't want my daughter to be told that she has no family education."

"Okay, okay, I'm not ignorant, I definitely wouldn't say that in front of my uncle," Wenwen rubbed the back of her head and pouted, "And I'm right, that's him. Girlfriend, and they are not married, their children are of course illegitimate daughters."

"You can't say it without his face. In short, you'd better not talk about this word. Do you think you are very knowledgeable? You are so old, can you learn to speak well. Uncle has helped us so much, it's good to be a human being You have to have a conscience and don't chew your tongue behind your back."

Wenwen was a little anxious, and the circles around her eyes were a little red. Children at this age are most prone to emotional distress.

But compared to other children, she is still sensible.

The children of the poor have been in charge of the family early. She has seen her mother's hard work over the past year, and she is well aware of her mother's difficulties.

So she didn't quarrel with her mother, she just mourned silently.

I thought to myself: After all, I still resisted everything by myself.

When she went out, Wenwen's mood had improved, and she took the initiative to talk to Song Jia: "Mom, will aunt come today?"

"It should come." Song Jia was still a little absent-minded.

My husband had said before that my uncle's circle of friends was too complicated, and there were a lot of random guys surrounding him, telling her not to contact him.

She also didn't know if it was a wrong decision to take her daughter there today.

But after thinking about it, Du Caige's own daughter is also there, so he shouldn't invite some random people, right?

When she was about to go out, Song Jia was still admonishing her daughter. "talk less,

Ignore those strangers. When your uncle is free, show your gratitude, and when you get along with your cousin, let it go, don't care about children..."

"Got it, Mom, are you annoying? Do you think I'm still a child? Do you need to say this?"

Song Jia's words made Du Shuwen in a bad mood again, and she was sullen all the way.

When the bus approached Du Caige's neighborhood, she asked, "Mom, why did my father and uncle not get along well before? Aren't they brothers?"

Song Jia grabbed the ring and thought for a while, "Maybe it's because they weren't born by the same mother, so there's a little bit of estrangement. And their personalities are too different."

Du Shuwen pouted: "It must be my father's fault. Uncle used to like me so much, and he was very kind to me. Uncle is a good man!"

Song Jia didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Your dad is also a good person."

Du Shuwen made a face.

Not that she felt bad about her father.

But living under the same roof every day, she naturally knew that her father's temper was a bit... and his head was stupid.

Of course, her father loves her and treats her well, there is no doubt about that.

But if the father and the uncle don't get along well, it must be the father's fault, and there is no doubt about that.

After getting off the bus, Song Jia asked for directions and finally found Yuxi International Community.

Du Shuang brought Wenwen here, but at that time Wenwen was still young and couldn't remember the way.

She held the gift in her left hand and Wenwen's hand in her right. She searched around and finally found five buildings.

At this point, she was sweating all over, and her clothes were sticking to her body wetly.

She felt that it was really unsightly, and a good tutor made her unbearable to be gaffe or embarrassed in front of others.

But it is also unlikely that she will have time to buy a set of clothes to change now.

If you are late, it will only be more rude.

After entering the community, Wenwen became more silent and seemed a little timid.

After reaching the fifth building, she took her mother's hand and whispered, "Mom, will my uncle still like me now?"

"Of course he will like you, silly child, you are so cute." If she didn't carry the gift, Song Jia would surely touch the child's face gently to make her feel more confident.

"But he hasn't seen me for almost two years, and he hasn't called me. LL has also deleted me."

"If you have any doubts, go to your uncle and ask it out in person. But I don't think your uncle doesn't like you anymore, it's just that he encountered a difficult time, and he may be in a low mood."

"Oh."

The mother and daughter were standing downstairs and were about to step into the overhead floor when a car suddenly approached behind and stopped beside them.

It was a very luxurious car, and it was worth a lot of money at first sight.

But what kind of car, the mother and daughter do not know.

The door opened, and a slender and beautiful woman walked out. She was as dazzling as a big star, dazzling, and her aura was also very powerful.

Immediately after, another woman got out of the car. The second woman looked a little fatter and not so good-looking, but had a pair of very moving big eyes.

She is also fashionable, and her clothes, accessories, shoes and bags are all top luxury goods.

Song Jia has been working for an e-commerce company that sells A goods for a while, and has a little understanding of luxury goods.

At this time, he glanced at it and knew that these two women were worth a lot of money.

However, this is a high-end residential area, and it is not surprising that there are two rich women.

She looked back, led Wenwen into the overhead floor, and pressed the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and she and Wenwen stepped in. The two women also arrived at this time and walked into the elevator with Xiangfeng.

Song Jia pressed "5", then raised her head and asked the two women, "What floor?"

Both women smiled, and the prettier one said, "Just like you, thank you."

Song Jia is not a familiar character, but today she was present as a relative of the party host Du Caige.

As a well-educated woman from an early age, she knew what to do.

So she smiled mildly and friendly, and took the initiative to greet: "Are you also coming to attend Xiao Du's daughter's birthday party?"

The other side nodded.

Song Jia smiled and said, "Me too. I'm Xiao Du's sister-in-law. My surname is Song. This is my daughter, Wenwen. My name is... my sister."

"Hello, sisters." Du Shuwen greeted her timidly, not at all strong in front of her mother.

"Hello Sister Song, hello Wenwen," the beautiful and powerful woman replied with a friendly smile, "I'm Yan Yingzhen, and next to me is my best friend Wu Xiuchu."

Song Jia always felt that this woman was very familiar, and she must have seen it somewhere.

Is the other party a star? Have you seen her movies yourself, or seen her variety shows?

If uncle invites some big stars to come, it will not be surprising at all.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor.

Yan Yingzhen pressed the door with her hand, "please first."

Song Jia bowed slightly and took Wenwen out of the elevator.

When she was still looking at the house number, Yan Yingzhen had already stepped forward and pushed open a false door, then turned back and smiled at them: "Are you coming less often?"

Song Jia followed and said with a smile, "Yeah, we didn't move around much with our uncle in the past few years, and we all have things to do."

They entered the house, when a small figure jumped and rushed over.

Song Jia took a closer look and immediately saw many features of the Du family on the child's face.

She thought to herself, this should be her uncle's daughter, right?

She looks a bit like her uncle, but she's not as beautiful as her uncle, maybe she's more like her mother.

Song Jia put on a smile and was about to say hello, but she saw the little girl rushed into the arms of the woman named Yan Yingzhen and shouted with a leaky mouth, "Mama! I miss you so much!"

Song Jia was stunned.

Is this the woman who gave birth to the child with her uncle?

At this time, Du Caige also came over, first nodded to Yan Yingzhen, and said in a flat tone: "You are here."

He nodded to Song Jia again and said, "Hello, sister-in-law, you look better."

He squatted down in front of Wenwen again: "Wenwen, why don't you hug me?"

Only then did Wenwen smile, go up and put her arms around Du Caige's neck, and cried out in a greasy voice, "Uncle!"

After a few seconds, she let go of Du Caige and looked at the little girl. In the curious eyes of the little girl, she stretched out her hand generously: "Hello, my name is Du Shuwen, I'm your cousin."

Caiwei glanced at her father quickly, and when she saw Du Caige nodding lightly, she reached out her hand and shook Wenwen's hand like a little adult, and said crisply: "I'm Caiwei, I'm 7 years old today, and I'm in elementary school. First grade. How old are you, sister?"

"I'm 12 years old, and I'm going to junior high school soon," Wenwen said proudly, "Ouch!"

She covered her head and looked up at Du Ruqi with tears in her eyes: "Auntie, you bully me!"

Du Yanqi smiled and retracted his hand, "It still feels so good."

"Why did you bully me!"

"Because you are a little preparatory junior high school student, so proud? I'm a high school student, did I speak!"

"Uncle, auntie, she bullied me!"

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