Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 272 How to arrange this preparation at home (please support, please)

Facing the expectant looks of his father and brother, Wen Nian pursed his lips: "I will do it."

She considered many situations before going out, and this was one she was prepared for.

I wonder if my mother would recognize her at a glance after more than thirty years have passed.

Mother and son had lunch with their father and sat together to talk for a while. Then his father got up and said, "Then we will accompany you to visit your mother in person tomorrow."

"As long as my brother is with me."

Wen Nian hesitated, but in the end he still didn't shout out that word, "It's such a hot day, there's no need for you to follow."

"It's okay, I can still move my bones."

Wen Qixing's tone this time left no room for doubt, "It's okay if you don't go back today. We'll take care of the family matters and you'll be in peace and quiet when you come back."

The mother and son escorted the people out of the hotel and waited until they drove away before looking back.

"It's getting late today, how about just walking around?"

Facing three pairs of expectant eyes, Wen Nian's eyes were full of doting.

"Uh-huh."

The three little heads lit up in unison, and their small appearance made Wen Nian extremely curious.

He reached out and stroked the three little heads, happily took the hands of his daughter and his youngest son and said, "Let's go."

The mother and son walked left along East Chang'an Street, watching and telling the children about the history of this street.

Her language was concise and humorous, and the children listened attentively.

The three sisters, who have been together for two lifetimes, knew for the first time why this place is called Chang'an Street.

Of course, Wen Nian would not indoctrinate for the sake of indoctrination. Most of the time, he would have his three children running back and forth on the road.

The children only showed the innocence and carelessness they should have at their age in front of her.

Laughter and laughter surround my mother.

Wen Nian listened to the children's laughter with soft eyes, and watched the children running carelessly, with a smile unconsciously raised on his lips.

One afternoon, I couldn't walk far, so I went to Wangfujing Street to buy some supplements suitable for the elderly and then took the bus back to the Kyoto Hotel.

"Are you tired?"

As soon as he saw the children returning to the restaurant, he sat down on the sofa and said, "Have a good rest and let's go out for dinner."

"Mom, isn't there a restaurant in the hotel?"

Jiasheng looked at his mother and said, "You must be tired after walking for a long time, so we won't go out to eat."

"Mom saw a roast duck restaurant near the hotel. Let's go eat roast duck tonight."

Wen Nian rubbed the boss's head and said, "Don't worry, Mom is not that squeamish. The journey will not make her tired."

"Then let's eat roast duck."

Jia Qing's eyes lit up when he heard what his mother said, "Mom, is the roast duck delicious?"

"I don't know. I heard your aunt said it's delicious."

Wen Nian lovingly pulled his youngest son into his arms, "Whether it's delicious or not, we'll know if we try it."

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At the same time, the writers of the courtyard.

In the afternoon, the father and son said goodbye to Wen Nian and his mother and went home. They told the old lady and the old lady in detail about the meeting with them.

Hearing the unclear attitude of his granddaughter who was living abroad, the old man and his wife were a little worried.

"The child must still be a bit strange to the family, right?"

Wen Zhou choked and wiped the corners of her eyes, "I don't blame her, after all, she has gone through so many hardships, and anyone would complain."

"Mom, don't think like that."

Wen Qixing hurriedly comforted us, "Nian Nian said that she understands us and has no resentment."

"My son personally apologized to the child, and the child even comforted me."

"As expected of the children of our Wen family, even after what they have gone through, they still think about us."

The old man in the history of civilization changed the subject with emotion, "But, what are you going to do about this at home?"

(End of chapter)