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Song Huanxi stretched out his little finger tactfully, hooked up with the serious-looking Wenzai, and made a small stamp.

He took Wenzai through the entire campus, all the way to a two-story building behind the teaching building.

Seeing the familiar black car parked in front of the door, Song Huanxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: Mrs. Ren is not in good health, so she must use a car instead of going out.

Similarly, Mrs. Ren's apartment did not have a doorbell installed. According to the driver, when the bell rang suddenly, it was harsh and easily frightened Mrs. Ren.

Song Huanxi stepped forward and gently knocked on the door. As the driver Xiao Chen said, the door was quickly opened. The maid who opened the door was a bit older, wearing a black dress and a white apron, and looked at her warily: "Which one? What's your business?"

Wen Zai was so frightened that he shrank directly behind Song Huanxi.

Song Huanxi knew that the person in front of Mrs. Ren called Mrs. Chen was actually the mother of the driver, Xiao Chen. She had been working in her house since Mrs. Ren was not married, and she was loyal to Mrs. Ren.

I can't help being picky about others.

Song Huanxi smiled slightly: "I am Mrs. Ren's student, Song Huanxi, Mrs. Ren asked me to ask her for something."

Mrs. Chen's expression softened, "I know you, wait a minute."

With that said, she directly closed the door.

Song Huanxi was not annoyed, she took a step back and looked at this exquisite two-story building——

The walls are covered with white tiles. There is a large terrace on the second floor, and a corridor more than one meter wide is built on the first floor. There are many green plants on both the terrace and the corridor, some of which are blooming.

The whole building looks clean and elegant.

Song Huanxi didn't wait for a long time, the door opened quickly, Mrs. Chen said politely: "Miss Song, my wife is here."

Song Huanxi immediately took his younger brother's little hand and followed Aunt Chen's footsteps.

Unlike other houses, which are mostly living rooms when you enter the door, Mrs. Ren's first floor is actually a study.

There are several bookshelves on one side of the wall, and a whole side of floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side, with excellent lighting. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a round table and two wicker chairs.

At this time, Mrs. Ren was sitting in the wicker chair, a coffee pot was placed on the round table, and a few slices of white toast and a fried egg were placed on the plate beside the pot, but it looked a bit cold.

She waved to Song Huanxi and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law Chen said you have something to ask me for, what is it?"

Before Song Huanxi could answer, she took the initiative to ask, "Is there an urgent need for money, or is there some difficulty? I also met the governor's wife a few times—"

Song Huanxi hurriedly interrupted her: "It's just a little thing!"

"I have something to go out today, Wuxia takes care of my younger brother, can I bother you to take care of him?"

Song Huanxi said while pulling the younger brother out from behind.

Only then did Mrs. Ren see the little boy with fair skin, big and dark eyes, and a very handsome face, somewhat similar to Song Huanxi.

only--

Thinking of the son and daughter at home who are becoming increasingly estranged from her, Mrs. Ren showed a embarrassed expression: she is really not good at getting along with children.

Every time I saw my children, I would take them shopping in department stores. When I was young, I was easy to fool, but when I was older, I didn't lack for anything. She put on a face of lack of interest, and ignored her.

Mrs. Chen also advised her to get closer to her children, but she really didn't know what to do to please them.

The number of times has increased, and she is also afraid of the day when she meets her children once a month.

Mrs. Ren's embarrassment was clearly written on her face, and Song Huanxi was ready to leave immediately. After all, after seeking help from Mrs. Ren, she recognized Mrs. Ren's character after several contacts.

The second is to follow my father's teaching. For rich people, sometimes asking for help is a reward.

The reward is gratitude, not enmity. Song Huanxi doesn't want to make things difficult for others.

At this moment, Wen Tsai came to Mrs. Ren quietly, looked up at Mrs. Ren, and the clear and clear child's voice was very pleasant: "Auntie beauty, is this your breakfast?"

Auntie Beauty?

Mrs. Ren was taken aback, and touched her face subconsciously. When she was young, she was hailed as the number one beauty in the city of Australia. At that time, she was immune to the word "beauty".

Now that she is getting old and sick again, she feels that she can't be described well, and she is rarely seen by people, but it's been a long time since anyone called her a beauty.

Now that it is said from such a childish mouth, she is actually a little happy——

Mrs. Ren couldn't help but calm down, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's breakfast, but I don't have any appetite in the morning, so I can't eat it."

Wen Tsai struggled to climb onto another wicker chair. He was too small to sit on his knees in the wicker chair, so that he was about a head higher than the table.

Looking carefully at Mrs. Ren's breakfast, Wen Tsai shook his head and said, "It doesn't look delicious, Auntie Beauty, would you like to try Wen Tsai's dim sum?"

"My second sister made it, it's delicious, and she even sells it!"

Three in a row, the sales are very good.

Mrs. Ren immediately thought of the girl who was very good at doing business: Selling snacks and setting up a membership system, swept away most of the students in the class within a day, and a month's pocket money!

How delicious are those snacks!
Mrs. Ren's tongue was full of saliva in an instant, and she was quite emotional: "Then... have a taste?"

Aunt Chen on the side opened her eyes in surprise, and covered her mouth with one hand in time, otherwise she would have screamed out——

My wife is more than a loss of appetite in the morning!
It's just that I don't like to eat all day long!

If it weren't for the fact that the skeleton was naturally taller than others, it would have been too long ago to wear a nun's robe on weekdays!
Seeing that the two had reached an agreement, Song Huanxi took out the lunch box directly from the bag.

As soon as the lunch box was opened, the aroma of five-spice peanuts and fish eggs wafted out first.

Mrs. Chen hurriedly picked up the spoon next to her, scooped up a fish ball, and handed it to Mrs. Ren's lips.

Just as Ren Tai was about to open his mouth, Wen Zai called out in a milky voice: "Auntie Beauty, do you still need someone to feed you at this age? Wen Zai can eat by himself."

Mrs. Ren and Mrs. Chen were stunned at the same time. Mrs. Ren immediately laughed and took the spoon from Mrs. Chen's hand, "Sister Ping, I'll do it myself!"

Aunt Chen was taken aback again, ma'am, how long has it been since she called her sister Ping?

Since my wife got married, she gave up her natal family name, and even she was called by her husband's surname.

Mrs. Ren took a bite of the fish balls, and immediately, the meatballs full of fish aroma bounced back and forth between her lips and teeth, and there was a hint of five-spice flavor, and a touch of sweetness in the salty aroma.

It is indeed delicious!

Wen Tsai looked at Aunt Chen, "Auntie Beauty, can you give me a spoon?"

Mrs. Chen was taken aback, and Mrs. Ren also raised her head curiously: "Auntie beauty?"

Wen Tsai nodded solemnly: "This aunt is also very good-looking, and she is older, so she is called Auntie Beauty!"

Mrs. Chen and Mrs. Ren looked at each other, and they laughed together.

Song Huanxi was a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh. Looking at Mrs. Chen who was smiling and her brows were much more vivid, she suddenly felt that Wen Tsai was right, Mrs. Chen was indeed a beautiful aunt.