The Marriage Favorite of the Age: The female partner in the control group was doted on by a rough ma

Wen Wu patted Wen He casually, hugged Wen Wen, and walked quickly into the house.

The two children were sitting on the railings, each holding a bottle in their hands, babbling and talking while eating. When Wen Wu came in, they both stared at him.

"Wenya, Wenjun, dad is back!" Wenwu walked over and squatted down to tease them.

The two little guys stared at him in surprise. The boy tentatively handed him the bottle in his hand, while the girl hugged the bottle tightly, curled her mouth, and looked at An Haitang, as if she was about to cry.

Wen Wu laughed, and seeing the boy's courage, he picked up his son first.

When the daughter saw him hugging her brother, she burst into tears and reached out to her mother for help.

"It's dad. I don't know dad anymore." An Haitang picked up her daughter and comforted her with a smile.

The son was so courageous that he laughed and stared in Wenwu's arms, and even turned around to babbling and talking baby talk to his sister. The sister looked at him with tears in her eyes, as if they had a language to communicate with each other. She stopped crying and looked at her father.

"Yaya, daddy, can you give me a hug?" Wenwu asked her gently.

Wenya opened her hands, and Wenwu hugged her with the other hand, holding a pair of children on the left and right.

Yaya kept looking at him. Junjun was so happy that he didn't know what to say to her. Finally, Yaya was no longer afraid of admitting strangers. She reached out to touch her father's chin and grinned.

"Good boy, what did brother tell you?" An Haitang asked with a smile.

Yaya and her brother looked at each other, and the brother and sister communicated in baby talk, said a few words and laughed for a while, waving their little hands and kicking their little feet, making the whole family laugh.

"Dad has arranged everything. After the New Year, I can spend some time with you." Wen and Wu kissed each other on the left and on the right.

Li Xiumei was busy putting the food on the table and said happily: "I think so too. I want you to stay at home with the children and Haitang, and don't worry about making money."

"Haha, I can make money too. I will take a back seat and just visit the team base every day."

An Haitang set out the dishes and opened a bottle of red wine and a bottle of milk.

"Today is the New Year, and we want to drink a toast to celebrate this year's harvest and the growth of each of us."

Wen Wu looked at her. He hadn't seen her for several months. Her skin was fair and moist, her figure had returned to its original form, and she exuded the gentle and intellectual charm of a little woman. He was moved by the sight.

An Haitang's eyes intertwined with his. They hadn't seen each other for several months. He was running around outside and exposed to the wind and sun. He lost some weight and became darker, but he looked more calm and resolute.

Li Xiumei warmed milk for the children and secretly watched the young couple, feeling very happy.

The family had a New Year's Eve dinner, and the two little ones were babbling. Li Xiumei fed them some vegetable juice and some stewed meat.

Yaya and Wenwu got to know each other well. She loved to smile more than her brother. When she smiled, she would show two newly grown teeth and drool, which made her father's heart melt.

After eating, Wen He took his sister upstairs, where there was an exclusive suite for the brother and sister. Wen He has been studying at home, and his sister studies with him. Although she is less than five years old, she has already mastered the fourth-grade cultural courses.

An Haitang sent them upstairs, checked Wen He's homework, and took a look at Wen Wen's homework book.

She has a headache with these two children. One is only 11 years old and has already taken the senior high school courses. The other is expected to study for another year next year and can go directly to junior high school. But both of them are too young. How can the school accept them?

Fortunately for Wenhe, Wenwu has already contacted a high school for him, and he will directly enter the third class of high school after the Chinese New Year. Wenwen is too young and has little ability to take care of himself. How can he go to a boarding school in the county town.

"Aunt, what are you thinking about?" Wen He looked up at her.

"I'm wondering which grade Wenwen should go to next year."

"I want to take her to high school and let her study on her own."

"Is that so? If she doesn't enroll in school normally and communicates with classmates, will there be any personality problems?" An Haitang was worried that it might be counterproductive.

Wen He was silent. It didn't matter if he didn't go to school. After all, his mental age was mature, but his sister was different. She was not reborn. She still had the cognition of a five-year-old in all aspects. "Those allow her to enroll normally and then skip a grade depending on the situation."

"That's okay."

An Haitang came down from upstairs. Wen Wu and his mother had already entered the room. The two children usually slept with An Haitang. Tonight, Li Xiumei put them on her bed early and did not let An Haitang take care of them.

"You two haven't seen each other for so long. Let's talk nicely. I'll take care of the kids."

"Mom, they are used to being with me, they will make trouble." An Haitang went to hug her daughter.

Wenwu picked up his son and said, "Let's take care of him. If I don't spend more time with them, they won't be close to me anymore."

The two of them each held a child and went to their own room together.

The new house is much more spacious and comfortable, and the beds and bedding are all new. The children have two cribs, placed next to the adult bed. The two put the children on the bed and patted them gently.

"I feel like both of them look like you." Wenwu Zixi looked at the child, "So beautiful!"

An Haitang smiled. Was this an indirect compliment to her beauty?

In fact, she looked at her daughter as more like herself, but her son looked very much like him. Li Xiumei took out photos of Wen Wu when he was a child and compared them. Her son was exactly the same as him when he was a child.

The night was quiet. The two were chatting about business and the changes in the village. The wind outside was blowing hard. An Haitang went to the window and looked outside against the glass.

"It's snowing!"

"Well, fortunately the team has a holiday today. If it snows heavily, I'm worried about everyone's safety."

"That's right. After the holiday, you can enjoy the snow in peace."

Wenwu came to her side and put his coat on her to prevent her from being cold.

An Haitang held on to his clothes and looked at the gradually whitening courtyard wall outside. This house is designed after her grandfather's house. She will feel at home living in this house.

The snow in my hometown has become lighter and lighter, and such large goose feather snowflakes can only be seen once every few years.

"Maybe..." Wen Wu wanted to say something, but stopped.

An Haitang turned around and said, "Maybe I really can't go back."

Wen Wu didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only open his arms and hug her gently.

"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it." An Haitang said.

Wenwu nodded: "Yes."

She leaned on his shoulder, and the warm and solid arms calmed her impetuous heart and gave her the confidence to live here for the rest of her life.

She raised her head, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his chin lightly.

He was stunned for a moment, then hugged her tightly.

"I'm very afraid of you leaving, but I don't dare to say it," he said.

"If I don't leave, how can I let you go?" An Haitang replied in his arms.

Wen Wu smiled, brushed his hand through her hair, and kissed her hair.

"I always think about that scene. You left, I was holding my two children and they were nowhere to be found. Sometimes while driving in the car, when I think of that, my eyes become blurry..."