I Love You At The Right Time

“Forget it, you are still a child.”

“I am not a child!” Subconsciously refuted, but reacted to refute his eldest brother, Wen Jiazhi flushed.

Rowan propped his forehead with one hand and asked softly, “You didn’t go abroad, did you choose the math competition?”

Eldest brother remembers!

I can’t believe I remember him!

Wen Jiazhi did not know how to express his joy and nodded hard. He said, “I prefer mathematics.”

“Uh－huh.”

At this point, Wen Jiazhi carefully held the cup and took another sip.

This bite is more suitable than the previous bite.

“Eldest brother, do you have anything unhappy?”

“I was provoked by a disobedient puppy.”

“Ha?” Wen Jiazhi didn’t understand, just thought, when did eldest brother have a dog?

A man like eldest brother, I can’t imagine that he would like to keep pets or something like that.

His simplicity softened Wen Wangshu’s mouth and smiled lightly. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his younger brother’s head.

Such a tender scene is something Wen Jiazhi did not dare to dream of.

He did not move, coveting the temperature of his eldest brother’s palm.

After today, will eldest brother hate him less?

Will it be better to his mother?

After all, Wen Jiazhi was drunk after half a cup.

The next morning, Feng Nuanxin was surprised not to see his son go downstairs for breakfast.

Wen Jiazhi has never been a lazy bed person.

Get up at 6： 30 every morning, read English for half an hour, and go downstairs to eat at 7 o’clock on time. This is beyond the reach of thunder. .

It’s 7： 10 and I haven’t seen my son yet.

Feng Nuanxin was a little worried and went upstairs to find his son.

Just as he stepped up the last step, Rowan’s door opened and he walked out of it.

“Rowan?!” Looking at him in shock, Feng Nuanxin was surprised and asked, “You, when did you come back?”

Rowan, as usual, wiped her air and went downstairs to the restaurant.

Feng warm heart bite lip, cold smile.

“Jiazhi? Jiazhi? Wake up! Wake up!”

“Hmm? Mother?” Wen Jiazhi rubbed his sour temples and slowly sat up. “Mom, why are you here?”

“Still, it’s 7： 15. Why are you still asleep?” Words a meal, feng warm heart twist eyebrows, “how do you smell wine? Have you drunk?”

Wen Jiazhi shook his head and faltered, “Oh, I drank with my eldest brother last night.”

“Rowan? Did you drink with Rowan?”

“Hmm, hmm.”

In the restaurant, Wen Chenglin was sitting in the main seat. Rowan pulled open the first chair on his right and sat down, shaking off the newspaper.

Father and son are quiet, reading newspapers and eating breakfast respectively.

Feng Nuanxin came downstairs with Wen Jiazhi. As soon as he came in, he smiled and said, “Don’t read the newspaper when eating. Father and son are the same.”

Wen Chenglin smiled and folded the newspaper on the table.

Rowan continued as if he had not heard Feng’s warm heart.

Wen Chenglin saw a flash of embarrassment on his beloved wife’s face and a pain in his heart. “Rowan, don’t look at it and have a good meal.”

Feng Nuanxin took Wen Jiazhi to sit down and smiled at Wen Chenglin： “I also said why Jiazhi got up late today. It turned out that he was drinking with Rowan yesterday.”

“Mom!” Wen Jiazhi looked at Rowan subconsciously and whispered, “Mom, you promised me not to say it!”

Feng Nuanxin patted him on the back of his hand. “What’s the matter? Your father won’t be angry.”

Of course not.

Wen Chenglin is eager to see his two sons get along peacefully and drink together. This is a good phenomenon.

“Rowan, have you drunk with Jiazhi?”

Urgent, want to get Rowan’s affirmative answer.

Wen Chenglin looked at his eldest son expectantly.

The eldest son has always disliked the younger son, even with hostility, and his palms and backs are full of meat, which puts him in a dilemma as a father.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Put down the newspaper, Rowan got up and stepped out of the restaurant. A little while later, there was a voice from the gate.

He just left.

Wen Chenglin’s face immediately became cold. Wen Jiazhi hung his head wronged, his eyes were red and he clenched his fist.

Feng Nuanxin felt sorry for his son and opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say.