Wen Xinnuan turned her face away and didn't bother to talk to him, this man is very good at stitching things together, and once they talk to each other, it will be endless.

Ji Ziang reached out to pick up the leftover half of the piece she just ate, and put it to his lips to taste it slowly.

"It tastes good."

"..."

"The ones you have eaten are very delicious."

Wen Xinnuan finally couldn't hold back, and shouted loudly: "Ji Ziang, are you a pervert!"

I don't want to eat so many snacks, but I insist on taking what she has eaten, and I am afraid that she will not know the same.

Ji Ziang just likes to provoke her to talk, and doesn't like her treating him like air.

He ate half a snack slowly and enjoyed it very much, and sat down next to her, seeming to enjoy it.

Wen Xinnuan immediately stood up and wanted to leave...

"You want to call your son, would you like me to help you?" Ji Ziang said appropriately.

Wen Xinnuan's feet were successfully nailed in place.

She really misses her son. She has been at Leng's house for more than a month, and she is completely indifferent to her son. She called Bill many times, but he completely ignored her.

"I have his recent paintings here, which were sent by mail, do you want to see them?"

Wen Xinnuan was very surprised. Bill ignored her, but he was willing to mail the painting to Ji Ziang?

"If you want to talk to him on the phone, I can talk to him..." Ji Ziang said flatteringly.

Wen Xinnuan turned around and stared at him: "Ji Ziang, did you speak ill of me to him!?"

"how come?"

"Otherwise, why would he suddenly ignore me? He is willing to talk to you on the phone, but he refuses to talk to me!?"

Ji Ziang squinted his eyes and said with a faint smile: "Because caring is not something you occasionally think about, it is a habit that cannot be missed every day like breathing. You only thought of your son after you returned to China for a few days, and you wanted to call him. At this time, he was already in Don't be angry for your reluctance."

Wen Xinnuan froze on the spot...

"I give him one phone call and three text messages on a regular basis every day. Sometimes he may not answer my calls, but he will definitely see my caring text messages."

"You can only do this kind of superficial work!" Although Wen Xinnuan said so, her heart was filled with emptiness, "I...in fact, I also sent him text messages."

Just not as often as three times a day.

She thought that Bill's personality was very afraid of her noise, and it was because he deliberately didn't disturb her, not because she was reluctant to take this little time to care for her son.

Ji Ziang ate the pastry slowly, and patted the crumbs in his hands: "I will try my best to speak nice words for you, my heart is warm...I always say nice things about you."

She didn't believe it—

"But Bill is a big kid after all, he has the ability to think independently and distinguish right from wrong."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that I'm bad? I don't like you deliberately pleasing children with a certain purpose... I don't believe that you will love other people's children so carefully and care about them every day!"

Hearing this, Ji Ziang laughed broadly: "Yes, I did intend to curry favor with him."

"You finally admitted it!"

"My purpose, isn't it to love you too much? To maintain our family, let him grow up in a more stable environment, let him accept me... I am a stepfather. My identity means that as long as I do a little badly , he will resent me. And you are of the same blood with him, even if he is angry with you today, he will forgive you someday." Ji Ziang's eyes darkened, "I don't even have the chance to make mistakes."

So, how dare he be negligent?

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