While playing with Xiao Rong, Song Wanwan sent the clues he wanted to investigate to Zhou Haoran.
Although this guy is still working in the media, thanks to Jiang Mo's support, he can now be regarded as the leader of the intelligence center.
Whether it's about wealthy celebrities or news about the entertainment industry, he can find out anything he wants to know.
However, Song Wanwan asked him to help find out about the truck driver from four years ago.
In the past four years, she has never let it go. Every time she wakes up from a nightmare, the big truck is rushing towards her.
I can still remember the other person's determination.
Song Wanwan: I know that the other person has died of illness in there, but I want to check his family relationships, so I won’t tell anyone about this for the time being.
Zhou Haoran: Okay, Sister Wanwan, I will definitely check it out.
Song Wanwan: Sorry to bother you, Haoran, but don’t tell anyone about this for now.
Zhou Haoran: Okay.
Looking at Zhou Haoran's reply, Song Wanwan put down his phone.
Song Wanwan put down his phone, his mind filled with the car accident four years ago and the discovery of Sunny's half-sister.
Yes, blood relationships are sometimes complicated, but no matter what, some things cannot be changed.
Some people will do shameful things for their loved ones.
Didn’t Chu Yan’s cousins try to get close to her just for Chu Yan’s sake and deliberately report on Zhao Huaran’s miserable state in the mental hospital?
Song Wanwan looked at Xiao Rongyu who was playing Lego seriously.
Despite his young age, the little guy can already assemble very complex Lego models.
People say that daughters look like their fathers. Little Rong Yu looks a lot like Rong Lvchi. When she is serious, she is meticulous and has a mature look.
Although she is a cute little sweetheart, she is very rigorous and her logical thinking is different from that of ordinary people.
If the child is still there, will it be a boy or a girl?
Will their two children have similar personalities?
Is he the one who looks more like her or Rong Luchi?
Such questions always occurred to Song Wanwan when he was quietly watching Xiao Rongyu.
Compared to her uncontrolled rationality at the beginning, she now only has a hidden heartache that is unknown to others.
The mother and daughter sat quietly on the carpet in the living room.
In the kitchen, Chen Bomin was picking vegetables when Rong Luchi walked out of the study.
Seeing this picture full of love and warmth, in addition to happiness and perfection, there is also a bit of the flavor of home.
"Dad, when did you learn to cook? I remember you used to draw pictures even before you went to bed." Rong Luchi walked over and subconsciously helped.
"After meeting Wanwan, I found another kind of spiritual sustenance. I wanted to give her the best. Later, Xiaoyu was born, and I gradually fell in love with the days of cooking for children like this."
"Well, you were teaching at the academy for the first two years, but then you feigned illness and retired behind the scenes. It turns out you went to learn to be a chef."
Chen Bomin smiled and said nothing.
You can tell there's something sour in this kid's tone.
“I actually went to learn from a domestic chef.
Xiaoyu's taste is similar to yours. She doesn't like the food you don't like either. Wanwan prefers spicy food. Dad will cook for you from now on and make whatever you like."
While Chen Bomin was peeling potatoes, he was talking to Rong Luchi about Xiaoyu's taste.
Hearing that Xiao Yu was like his taste, Rong Luchi couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
"Daughters look more like their fathers."
"Yeah, but Wanwan still tastes more like her mother's."
"Don't you also have a strong taste?"
Chen Bomin smiled a little embarrassedly when he was mentioned: "It seems so. I love his wife and his dog. I used to have a light taste, but later I lived with his mother and often went to her house for dinner. I got used to it and started to eat spicier food."
When Chen Bomin first went to college, he didn't have good food because his family was poor.
After being with Wanwan's mother, in order to avoid being too embarrassed, she often took him back to play chess with his father, plant flowers with his mother, paint, and discuss some insights about art. Of course, she would prepare a lot of meals to entertain him.
He is a poor boy, how could he deserve to be loved by such a beautiful and smart girl and get the support of his elders.
Thinking about it now, Chen Bomin really feels that when he was young, apart from his talent and ambition, he had no other outstanding qualities.
"It seems that Dad, you have the potential to be a good son-in-law."
"It's the elders of the Song family who don't dislike me."
Speaking of the elders of the Song family, Chen Bomin sighed: "It's so hard to be a good person."
But Chen Bomin didn't dare to speak loudly.
After saying that, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Song Wanwan.
Rong Luchi also glanced at Song Wanwan, and always felt that her gentle eyes and eyebrows were filled with a bit of regret.
He thought of another child.
According to his investigation, it is very rare for twins to miscarry one of the fetuses.
Now that she sees Xiaoyu so healthy and happy, is she thinking about having another child?
It felt like a stone was pressing on my heart, and I couldn't breathe for some unknown reason.
"Dad, I'm going to accompany Xiaoyu. Call me if you need any help."
"Okay, go ahead. Xiaoyu's personality is a lot like yours sometimes. Once she encounters something that interests her, she becomes very quiet and focused."
"Yeah." Rong Luchi put down the dishes in his hand, washed and dried his hands, and walked towards the living room.
He walked over to Song Wanwan and sat down. "I've prepared Xiaoyu's dressing room. I'll redesign the living room later. If you think it's too small, how about moving to a bigger house?"
"No, it's fine."
When Rong Luchi was sitting next to him, Song Wanwan leaned over.
"Give birth to brothers and sisters for you in the future. You can't run away from here, be good." Rong Luchi whispered softly into her ear.
Song Wanwan chuckled softly, "Xiao Yuke is only three years old. You just held your precious daughter a few days ago. What's wrong? Are you worried that she's too old to give birth?"
Rong Luchi pinched her waist, his dark eyes filled with dominance and strength: "Give birth to a son. I want to retire early and spend time with you and your mother."
Song Wanwan gave him a stern look, pretending not to hear, "You drink and work overtime every day. Your genes are not strong enough now. I'm afraid you'll give birth to a little idiot."
"Song Wanwan!" Rong Luchi lowered his voice and called her full name.
The warm breath soaked his ears, and Song Wanwan shuddered, holding back his laughter.
Hearing the noise, Xiao Rongyu looked up at his parents and said, "Daddy, Mommy, what are you whispering about?"
"Xiao Yu, Daddy thinks you're lonely playing with toys by yourself. Do you want a friend? Hmm?"
Rong Luchi looked at his well-behaved daughter and coaxed her.
"Daddy and Mommy, are you going to give me a brother or sister?"
"Daddy wants to contact you for a kindergarten. There are a lot of friends there. If you like brothers and sisters, that's fine too."
Rong Luchi said with gentle and loving eyes.
It was clearly a premeditated act, but he still acted like he was settling for second best. It was really laughable.
This old fox!
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