Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What about the old lady?"
“It’s my grandmother.”
"The teacher my mom was talking about?"
Jun Morou smiled and snapped her fingers to call the waiter, "Hello, give me a cup of coffee without sugar."
"yes."
The waiter left, and Jun Morou's eyes fell on Jiang Yan. "My grandmother is your mother's teacher, so do you understand, Doctor Jiang?"
Jiang Yan's eyes turned cold, and he stood up instantly, "Jun Morou, you clearly knew that my time was limited, but you asked your grandmother to waste my time again and again, and even went to my mother to force me to go on a blind date with you."
“You won’t feel like you’re taking it too far.”
"I, Jiang Yan, can like you, but it needs to happen naturally, not with careful calculations like you do."
“It just disgusts me.”
Jiang Yan left decisively, just as he said, his life did not need to be controlled by others.
Jun Morou walked out of the cafe crying. As luck would have it, it started to drizzle and the rain fell on her.
In the car, Mrs. Jun squinted her eyes excitedly and looked at the window. Seeing Jun Mo Rou coming out, she quickly opened the door, "Mo Rou, get in the car quickly, it's raining."
After taking a look at her grandmother in the car, Jun Morou wiped away her tears and walked over.
"Grandma, it's getting late, let's go home!"
"How come it's over so quickly? I just saw Doctor Jiang come out alone, and he looked unhappy. Did you have an unpleasant conversation?"
Grandma's words made Jun Morou burst into tears. She leaned on the steering wheel, wishing she could shed all the tears in her life.
Old Madam Jun was anxious, and immediately stood up and patted her on the back, "What's wrong with you? Don't scare grandma, were you rejected by that brat?"
"It's okay. My granddaughter is talented and a rare flower in the sky. There are many people who like you. You are not afraid that there will be no good man who wants you."
"Damn Jiang Yan, I'll let his mother take care of him when I get back."
Jun Morou turned around and looked at Old Madam Jun with tearful eyes, "Grandma, let's leave it at that! Don't go looking for his mother again. He doesn't like me. Even if his mother puts a knife to his neck, he won't like me."
"I don't want him anymore."
"Okay, okay, be good and don't cry. Wait for grandma to find you someone who is hundreds or thousands of times better than him and make him regret it to death."
"No need for grandma, I already have men who are a thousand times or a hundred times better than him, so what does he mean?"
Jun Morou cried all night.
It was around seven o'clock when Wen Xin brought Lin Haiyan Zhou Zhou back home.
As soon as she entered the room, Wen Xin said, "Mom, you and Zhou Zhou should rest first. I will help you make the bed and pack your things."
"good."
Lin Haiyan looked at Zhou Zhou with red eyes. She stretched out her hand and wanted to hug him. "Zhou Zhou, come to mommy, okay?"
Zhou Zhou stood in front of the coffee table, head down, unwilling to get closer.
His little mouth was pouting and no expression could be seen on his face, only his bald head was visible.
"Child, I am your mother, and you haven't called me mother yet."
"Donor, I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to say this yet."
Seeing him speak, Lin Haiyan smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, mom will wait for you."
In the room, Wen Xin was making the bed, and Jun Mohan brought up their gifts and put them into the bedroom.
"Wife, do you really want your mother and brother to sleep in the same room?"
"Mother has been in a lot of pain over the past few years since Zhou Zhou left. Plus, she's been ill for a week and can only be out of the hospital this time. How can I bear to separate them?"
Jun Mohan had some concerns. After all, Master Zhou Zhou had told him something before he left.
Zhou Zhou has liked independence since he was a child and doesn't like sleeping in the same room with others.
He also doesn't like everyone's eyes being on him all the time.
Care or malice is a kind of bondage to him.
So he was worried that the sudden change in life would have bad consequences for his children.
He decided to tell Wen Xin what his master had said, and as for whatever choice she made in the end, he would only support her.
"Wife, I actually have something I want to tell you."
Folding the quilt, Wen Xin stood up and said, "Uncle, you say."
"Today, Master Zhou Zhou told me..."
After hearing what he said, Wen Xin was silent for a long time. She had her own selfish desire to let them live together.
One is for her mother.
The second is to make yourself feel better.
The third is to make up for the maternal love that Zhou Zhou lacks.
But she knew that she couldn't be selfish. Zhou Zhou's heart was so fragile. If she accidentally hurt him, she might regret it for the rest of her life.
Glancing at Jun Mohan, she said calmly, "I see. I'll go ask him."
Wen Xin walked out. Zhou Zhou was watching cartoons. There was not much smile on her face, but a sadness that he had never seen before.
It should have been a happy childhood, but I had to endure so much.
When he was young, he was disliked by the eldest lady. When he grew up a little, he was thrown into the river by her. Then he grew up with a monk. All these factors made him taciturn and independent.
Like a little adult.
Wen Xin walked over and sat down in front of Zhou Zhou. Lin Haiyan was standing at the kitchen door with washed and cut fruits in her hand.
"Zhou Zhou, can I ask you a question?"
"Sister Wenxin, you say."
"Can you call me sister from now on?"
Zhou Zhou blinked once and then nodded.
"Zhou Zhou, do you want to share a room with your mother with two beds or sleep in a separate room?"
Lin Haiyan's hands trembled as she looked on expectantly, the fruit in her hands almost falling out of nervousness.
He said almost without hesitation: "I don't like sharing a room with others."
As she expected, Wen Xin was not surprised at all, and the sound of fruit falling came from behind her.
Wen Xin and Zhou Zhou turned around together, only to see Lin Haiyan hurriedly running into the kitchen, leaving behind only her hasty back.
Zhou Zhou placed his little fists on his knees and gradually clenched them.
Wen Wen did not ignore this small detail, and felt somewhat emotional. At least this younger brother still had them in his heart, otherwise he would not have clenched his little fists when he saw her mother running away.
Wen Xin rubbed his head and said gently: "Sister will prepare a room for you."
Watching her get up, a small hand held her hand, slightly cold, soft and gentle.
Wen Xin turned around and looked into his tearful eyes. He whispered, "Sister, I'd better sleep with mom!"
"Zhou Zhou doesn't want her mother to be sad."
"Okay," Wen Xin took a long time to utter this word, tears already streaming down her face.
She held him for a long time.
Jun Mohan came out and said softly, "Xiao Zhouzhou is indeed a good child. He knows how to care for his mother. That's great."
"Uncle, what should I call you?"
Wen Xin smiled through her tears, "Brother-in-law."
"It's so awkward. Zhou Zhou can be your son now. It's weird to call him brother-in-law."
The little guy looks so funny, with his cute face, it really makes people's hearts melt.
Jun Mohan frowned, "How about you call me brother?"
"Okay! It's better than my brother-in-law anyway."
"Zhou Zhou, sister will carry you to find mom. Mom just cried."
"Yeah," Zhou Zhou nodded, letting her hug him and hooking his hands around her neck, "It's good to have family, actually."
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