She really didn't seem to recognize Xie Yuzhou. Meng Fuguang even pulled his eldest son over and protected him by his side.

Xie Shiyan is certain that my mother and my father are not familiar with each other.

[Why does this guy look so much like a younger version of Xie Gou? ]

[Is he some relative of Xie Gou? Why does he look so much like Xie Yuzhou? ]

Father and son: ......

"I made some porridge. You can try it later."

[Oh my god! That sound! It’s Xie Gou! ! ! ]

[What kind of anti-aging medicine did you take? ! Give me some! ]

Xie Yuzhou: ...Thank you for remembering my voice.

"Good morning, Mommy." Xie Shiyan walked over to Meng Fuguang and greeted him obediently, "Dad is cooking porridge for you."

Cook porridge for her?

[Cooking porridge for me for no reason? Being kind to me for no reason is either a traitor or a thief. What did Xie Gou do? ]

Xie Yuzhou: Xie Shiyan has learned the essence from you.

"Sir, is that the porridge you cooked?" Meng Fuguang pointed with her little hand, and Xie Yuzhou realized that the boiling porridge had all overflowed.

He quickly turned off the fire.

"...I'll cook another pot."

"Don't cook anymore! You've ruined the kitchen. The smell scared me and I thought it was on fire!" Meng Fuguang snatched the tools from his hand and started to clean up.

The countertop needs to be wiped, the pot needs to be scrubbed, and if the porridge overflows onto the gas stove, that also needs to be dealt with.

Meng Fuguang was packing up skillfully, busying around under the watchful eyes of the father and son. She hadn't even had time to change out of her pajamas, and she simply pinned her hair up with a clip, looking lazy as if she had just gotten out of bed.

Xie Yuzhou just stared at her back.

Time was running out, so Meng Fuguang used a high-pressure cooker to cook red date glutinous rice porridge, corn and eggs for Xie Shiyan as breakfast.

She was very careful to avoid getting her clothes dirty, but she was still splashed with water.

Xie Yuzhou took off the apron around his neck and tied it around Meng Fuguang.

The waist belt needs to be tied at the back of the waist. Xie Yuzhou did not go around her back, but wrapped her whole body directly from face to face, and reached his hands behind her back to tie it.

From Xie Shiyan's perspective, it looked like a hug.

The distance was too close, Meng Fuguang's nose rubbed against his clothes, making her a little nervous.

"Sir, I can do it myself."

"You have water in your hand. I will help you."

After tying the ties, he carefully freed her hair that was pinched by the ties.

Xie Shiyan:......

It’s unbearable to look at this scheming father.

"Where is the servant at home? Are you rebelling? No, I'm cooking."

Xie Shiyan: Did you just say what was in your heart?

Xie Yuzhou coughed to cover up his embarrassment, "They seem too tired, so give them a day off."

Really? Meng Fuguang looked at him suspiciously.

"Forget it, I'll take Yanyan home for lunch, and I don't need anyone to cook for me."

"Go home? Which home?" Back to the Xie family's old house, or back to the Meng family's old house?

Which home? This question simply made Meng Fuguang laugh.

Apart from the Meng family, where else does she have a home? How could Xie Yuzhou ask such a stupid question?

"Which home do you think I'm going back to? I'm going back to the Flower-Fruit Mountain. I'm Sun Wukong, and I jumped out of a rock."

Xie Yuzhou: ...

"That's not what I meant." How could his mouth be so messed up...

"Alright, alright, Tianpeng, stop explaining. Go eat the pig food for you and your son, and do what you need to do!"

Xie Shiyan: Is there anything else for me to do in there?

"Are you angry?" Xie Yuzhou could see that she seemed a little unhappy.

I wasn't angry at first, but now I'm really angry. "I'm mad as hell!"

I have nothing to say to straight guys, brothers.

"I was wrong, don't be angry."

"I said I'm not angry!"

The little girl was so angry that her face turned red. Xie Yuzhou realized that he had asked the wrong question again, and obediently went into the kitchen to serve the mother and child.

Xie Shiyan: I can’t bear to watch...

Meng Fuguang was going back to the Meng family at noon. Because Meng Sihuai asked her to bring Yanyan with her, she went to the kindergarten to pick up her older daughter at noon.

The villa area where the Meng family lives is some distance away from the Yaoshan villa area, and it takes one or two hours to drive there.

Xie Shiyan seemed a little nervous. He was wearing school uniform overalls, a little yellow hat, and his two little hands were holding the straps of his schoolbag. He looked so cute.

Wuwuwu! I really want to rub it!

"Mommy..." The little guy stood at the door, nervously tugging at the corner of Meng Fuguang's clothes.

She usually called him by his full name, but now she started to call him mommy in a timid voice.

"Are you nervous?"

"Hmm..." Xie Shiyan rubbed against her, "I'm afraid grandpa doesn't like me."

After all, he is not Meng Fuguang's biological son. Although he is only four years old, he can feel the importance of blood relationship.

Besides, he also knew that if his grandfather didn't like his father, he would probably dislike him as well.

"Don't be afraid! Mommy is here!" Meng Fuguang held his little hand tightly and led him towards the door.

"The lady is back!"

The family's maid, Aunt Wen, had been guarding the door since early morning. The security guard at the door was about to stop the mother and son, but when he heard Aunt Wen calling "Miss", he immediately opened the door.

"Auntie Wen! Long time no see!"

It's been four years, four years since we last met. Aunt Wen came running over, her eyes red with excitement.

"Finally you came back to take a look, eh?"

"Auntie..." Meng Fuguang cursed the original owner again in his heart.

She noticed Meng Fuguang holding Xie Shiyan, "Is this Young Master Shiyan?"

Xie Shiyan nervously grasped Meng Fuguang's hand and greeted him obediently, "Hello, I'm Xie Shiyan."

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Aunt Wen smiled kindly and reached out to take Xie Shiyan's schoolbag. Xie Shiyan felt a little uneasy and looked up at Meng Fuguang.

"This is Grandma Wen. Just give her the schoolbag."

Xie Shiyan greeted her politely again, "Hello, Grandma Wen."

"Hey! Hello, young master!"

Meng Fuguang knew that Xie Shiyan had a sensitive personality and was always worried about causing trouble to others, so she personally helped Xie Shiyan take off his schoolbag and handed it to Aunt Wen.

"Great! Master and his wife have been waiting for a long time, come in quickly!"

Sure enough, her arrogant father, although he said he didn't want to see her, had actually been secretly waiting for her for a long time.

The three of them walked into the first floor door. As soon as Meng Fuguang entered the door, he felt familiar memories flooding back.

Familiar decorative paintings, familiar layout, and familiar furniture, so familiar that it feels like I have really lived here.

She seemed to be increasingly assimilated into this world.

"Brother Zhuzi! Zhu!" She called out in her heart once again, but unfortunately still no one responded.

My forehead is dripping! qwq!!! Where are you!

Aunt Wen took them around the hall and went directly to Meng Feng's reception room.

Why did the parents choose to meet their daughter in the reception room? Why are they so reserved?

Meng Fuguang followed Aunt Wen up to the second floor with confusion and knocked on the door of the reception room.

"Master, the young lady and the young master are here."

"Come in."

Aunt Wen opened the door and motioned Meng Fuguang and his mother to come in. Xie Shiyan's palms were sweating, Meng Fuguang kissed his head to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, Mommy is here!"

"Um."

Finally I can see my family! Meng Fuguang strode in with a big grin, "Dad!"

......The next second, the smile disappeared.

Why is this unlucky dog ​​here too!