Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Uncle, do you have a girlfriend?" the little girl holding a small spoon and carefully blowing the porridge to her mouth asked Wen Jili next to her.

"How?" asked the smiling rhetorical question.

After getting along, Wen Jili already likes the little girl very much. For no reason, just because the little girl's words and deeds are very much like the woman in her memory.

"If my uncle doesn't have a girlfriend, consider my mommy. My uncle knows my mommy looks good when he looks at me! Her face is small and white. She smiles and looks good."

Just after that, the little girl frowned again, "but I don't know if my mommy can see you. I introduced Xiaoke's uncle to her last month, and she didn't like it; I introduced Kira's uncle to her last month, and she didn't like it; I introduced Hongti's father to her last month, and she didn't like it..."

The little girl read a long list of names. Finally, she looked at the bowl of porridge carried by Wen Jili and sighed, "I'm a 30-year-old woman and can't find a man to want her. My mommy, she's really white."

Hearing the little girl talking to herself, Wen Jili's facial expression completely twitched. Junya's face didn't know what expression he should give to react correctly.

The little girl looked at Wen Jili again and looked at Wen Jili with a deep look, "uncle, I think you are very pleasing to the eye. The most pleasing thing I used to see was Mickey, a friend of her cousin's, a man named Tom. He chased my mommy two years ago, but my Mommy didn't like him. Now, Uncle Tom married aunt michina, and their sons can make soy sauce."

After that, the little girl frowned again, "my hair is almost white. If mommy and Uncle Tom get married, I will have a brother who plays soy sauce. Now, hey..."

The little girl sighed and shook her head. "She's really tall." then she continued to scoop up a tablespoon of porridge and sip it slowly.

Wen Jili looked at the little girl, talking to herself for a while, and frowning for a while. He shook his head with a smile. He didn't know whose child he was. He looked so ghost.

After eating the porridge, the little girl checked her mouth with the paper towel she had just brought out of the restaurant. Then she looked up at Wen Jili, "uncle, why don't you go after my mommy? Xiaodongdong also said that my mommy is a good woman."

Wen Jili smiled, put the little girl on her legs and let her lean against her chest, "uncle is married. You can't marry your mommy."

"Well," the little girl sighed sadly, "if you chase my mommy, maybe she will agree."

The wind blew slightly. Wen Jili only hugged the little girl and didn't answer her. Maybe the weather was just right at this time, or Wen Jili's arms were too warm. Soon after eating porridge, the little girl fell asleep in Wen Jili's arms.

Subtle snoring came out in his arms. Wen Jili looked down at the strange little girl and his heart suddenly became soft. A 5-year-old man feels the same as a 1-year-old man in his arms. It hurts to look at it.

Looking at it, Wen Jili looked a little surprised. If he and her little Wen Wen could produce smoothly, they should be able to make soy sauce now

I don't know how long they sat here. There was a rapid running sound nearby. Then the sound stopped not far from him. He heard someone gasping loudly and knew that it must be the little girl's aunt or mother.

He turned his head, saw her anxious face, and listened to her slightly flustered question, "excuse me, may I ask my daughter..."

Then, they looked at each other with deep shock in everyone's eyes.

The shadows of trees whirl and the wind blows, bringing soft and comfortable warm air, reminiscent of the warmth of flowers.