An internet sensation!Tuan pet baby ginseng three and a half years old

Chu Yan called before going to bed last night and asked her assistant to prepare some clothes for the children.

Not long after waking up in the morning, the assistant came to the house with people from the store and fully hung mobile clothes racks. Dozens of sets of children's clothes were dazzling for Chu Yan to choose from.

Wen Chi happened to come out of the room and was a little surprised when he saw such a huge formation:

"so much?"

He thought it was just one or two.

Chu Yan put one hand in his pocket and said nonchalantly:

"Let's take a pick."

Wenchi thought he understood.

He walked over, thinking about helping.

After looking at dozens of sets of clothes, he found every one of them super beautiful.

After all, any piece of clothing will be twice as beautiful when made into a mini version.

Where can I choose Wenchi?

Just when he placed his hope on his elder brother Chu Yan.

The next second I heard Chu Yan say:
"It's all pretty."

Wenchi nodded in agreement: That's true.

Chu Yan: "Keep them all."

Wenchi, who was still nodding, suddenly felt his neck stiffen.

What, what?
"Didn't you say pick one?"

Chu Yan made a gesture to signal you to come.

Wenchi fell silent.

By chance his phone rang, it was Xia Kai calling.

Wenchi quickly found an excuse to run away to avoid this embarrassment.

Leaving Chu Yan where he was, he faced the brand store staff who smiled brightly:
"Sir, do you want to keep all the clothes? Do you want our baby to try them on?"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Chu Yan hesitated.

After hearing the last sentence, Chu Yan said categorically and directly:

“No need, I’ll look good in whatever I wear every year!”

The staff sighed inwardly:
What a doting parent!

At this time.

A sudden voice interrupted:

"What is this doing?"

Chu Yan looked past the crowd and saw a person slowly walking in from the entrance——

Smell the ink.

Chu Yan subconsciously glanced in the direction Wenchi left:

"Xiao Mo, why are you here?"

After a pause, I remembered,

"You pressed the password to get in?"

"Didn't you say that once before?"

Wen Mo walked in slowly, staring at the clothes hanger.

Chu Yan's attention is not on this:
"That was two years ago...Why didn't you call in advance before coming here?"

Wen Mo shook the phone in his hand:
"Called, the phone has been turned off."

Only then did Chu Yan remember that he was so busy yesterday that he forgot to charge his phone.

After giving instructions to his assistant, Chu Yan returned to the beginning of the question:
"What's up?"

Wen Mo was fine at first, but now he is.

Her face was full of weirdness, and she hesitated for a long time to speak.

It was Chu Yan who took the initiative:

"If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Wen Mo pursed his lips:

"You have a kid?"

Chu Yan, whose face remained unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai, was so shocked by Wen Mo's astonished brain circuit that he coughed!

"Ahem...what did you say? Wait, say it again?"

This tone is obviously dangerous.

The assistants and store staff nearby kept silent and lowered their heads, wanting to find a crack in the ground to get in immediately to avoid this strange atmosphere.

Especially Chu Yan, who looked unhappy.

On the other hand, the instigator, Wen Mo, showed no fear at all and simply repeated the words:
"I asked you if you have a child? It looks like a daughter. Is she my niece?"

Chu Yan looked at Wen Mo quietly and dangerously, unable to say a word.

Wen Mo innocently spread his hands:

"Do you need me to repeat that in English?" "No."

Chu Yan slowly let out the turbid air he was holding in his chest and sighed,
"What weird things is your genius brain thinking about all day long?"

Wen Mo shrugged again:

"So I'm not surprised? Didn't you see it?"

Chu Yan pressed his temples with a headache:

"You're here just in time. I have something to tell you."

Before that, he asked the store staff to leave the clothes and then left first.

The assistant left together.

The living room, which was bustling with activity just a minute ago, suddenly became empty and cold.

Only an exaggerated number of mobile hangers are left.

Wen Mo was still looking at those little skirts.

But Chu Yan had already switched to the next topic.

He glanced at the direction Wen Chi left again, thought about it, and thought it would be better to give Wen Mo a vaccination first.

"What do you think if I want to adopt a child to be my sister?"

Wen Mo's back froze.

Then, she slowly turned around, stared into Chu Yan's eyes, and asked word by word:
"What did you say?"

The originally light and joking tone quickly became darker.

It was also a reflection of her bad mood at the moment.

Chu Yan naturally noticed it.

In other words, he had expected it.

However, he also thought about it.

If you can't even pass Wen Mo, how can you convince other elders in the family?
"You haven't heard. What I'm talking about is adopting a child to be my sister. I want to ask your opinion."

Wen Mo took a deep breath, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips:
"President Chu said so. Hasn't the decision already been made? Does my opinion matter?"

Chu Yan nodded:

"It's important. We're family."

Wen Mo almost sneered:

"Well, my opinion is that I disagree."

When her eyes fell back on the beautiful little dresses on the mobile hanger, the initial joking was completely gone, replaced by disgust and resistance.

Wen Mo didn't even look at Chu Yan and said:

"I don't want your reasons. No matter what it is for, the bottom line is the bottom line."

For Wen Mo, this move has touched upon the minefield between his mother and his unborn little sister.

Although the words were not very clear, Wen Mo was warning Chu Yan to do things in a measured manner.

Chu Yan, who has always been the eldest son and elder brother, has not been taught such a lesson for a long time.

He was not annoyed and said in a good voice:

"It's a long story, please listen to my reasons first..."

"Do not listen."

Wen Mo decisively prepared to leave.

Turning around, his eyes met Wen Chi, who had just returned from making a phone call.

The siblings haven't seen each other for almost two years.

The last time we met, it was the Nth time we had a quarrel and broke up.

Of course, the main reason was that Wen Mo spoke out against Wen Chi, and Wen Chi passively endured it.

Now that Wen Mo met Wen Chi, he still didn't look good.

She wanted to understand something:
"No wonder you have been doing these strange things recently. It turns out that you are under his influence. What, this guy got into trouble outside, do you want you, the wrongdoer, to deal with it?"

When facing Wenchi, Wenmo was more sharp and mean than usual.

Chu Yan had no choice but to say a few words of persuasion.

Unexpectedly, when his sister faced Wenchi, who never lost his temper, he became angry in a rare way.

His face was tense and ugly, and his hands were clenched into fists:

"You don't know anything, don't talk nonsense!"

Anger instantly swept through Wen Mo's reason, and for a moment he even ignored the "years and years" mentioned by Wen Chi.

She raised her lips and sneered:
"You mean, this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"It does have something to do with me..."

The two were about to quarrel.

The door was opened, and Suisui walked out, rubbing his sleepy eyes:

"S-stop making noise!"