I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 452 The Brother Next Door (Wen Huaizhi Childhood 3)

That spring evening, in front of all the children, the young Wen Huaizhi walked towards his most gentle and beautiful mother in silence, just like the most sensible and obedient child every day and night in the past.

The gaze of Liu Zhen's child was like chewing gum stuck to the soles of his feet, sticking to his back, squeezing him firmly and tightly.

It was the first time that the cleanest and most dazzling boy hunched over with such low self-esteem.

He dared not look back at them at all.

Wen Huai didn't even turn his head.

Therefore, this noisy rumor was finalized in this way, and the outcome was that the residents of Liu Town won.In the ambiguous eyes of the people in Liu Town, this luxurious Porsche drove out of the gate of Liu Town. It took away the most beautiful woman in the county, but left the inferior Xiao Wen Huai Zhi forever. in there.

That gentle and well-behaved boy was forever trapped in that evening, the setting sun dyed his body red, and he could no longer find his way home amidst the blood red.

Wen Huaizhi is the illegitimate son of a well-known entrepreneur.

A real wealthy family will never appear on the news and be known by others. Those who appear on the news every day are not considered wealthy, but can only be called nouveau riche.

But the real giants are mysterious and thick, as long as they want to, the information about them is the top secret.

Wen Huaizhi is the illegitimate child of such a chaebol family.

He was taken to a mansion a hundred times bigger than his original home.

There are housekeepers who are proficient in multiple languages, the most professional servants, a team of Michelin chefs, as well as private doctors and tutors...

Wen Huaizhi was changed into a black suit, his hair was combed neatly, his body was stiff, and he was brought to this palace-like home.

The mother smiled, "Xiao Huai, this will be our new home from now on, do you like it?"

Wen Huaizhi didn't speak, even though the treatment he received at birth was not bad at all, he was still dazzled by the gorgeous and bright crystal lamp in front of him.

This will be his new home from now on.

Little Wen Huaizhi settled down here, like a young and fragile sapling replaced with new soil, trying hard to take root and grow here.

Dad, this unfamiliar word, was the first time it appeared in his life.

It turned out that my father was such a handsome and mature man, even more temperamental than the male stars on TV.

No one taught him what kind of existence his father was.

For the child whose fatherhood was absent from his previous life, Wen Huaizhi was not resentful at first, but began to look forward to it, and secretly delighted.

So Wen Huaizhi, who was picked up by a special car every day after school, would obediently finish his homework when he got home, and then tidy up his little bow tie without the need for tutoring. He stood at the door of the house, with round black and white eyes open, Like an immature kindergartener, stand on tiptoe and start looking forward.

Didn't wait today.

Wen Huaizhi happily finished his dinner and went to bed, looking forward to tomorrow.

The next day, still not waiting.

Wen Huaizhi cheered himself up and told himself not to be discouraged.

On the third day, he still stood on tiptoe and looked outside the door for a long time.

Fourth day, fifth day...

Wen Huaizhi didn't even wait.

The man who called himself his father never came to the house to look at him.

Is dad too busy?
Wen Huaizhi always sat at the door alone, facing the doll in his arms that was the same proportion as himself.

He poked the end of the cute boy doll's nose.

"Dad must be too busy to come to see you."

After Wen Huaizhi finished speaking, he showed a sweet and understanding smile to the doll.

But every time he answered, it was the doll's numb face, the sewn-on mouth corners were a bit weird, the doll stared at him with empty eyes, and smiled at him as gently as he did.

Don't cry or make trouble, just as sensible as him.

(End of this chapter)