After wearing a book, I became the mother of a paranoid villain

Chapter 258 I don't want to see him

That night, after eating the new dishes researched by my mother, I had a stomachache as expected.

He hugged his little belly and rattled his shoes.

With the bright moon in the sky, Wen Yan shrank back a little, ready to go to the hut to solve the stomach ache.

But inadvertently caught a glimpse of his mother lying on the stone table in the yard, holding a jar of wine in her arms.

Wen Qing was wearing an outer garment, thinly dressed, and from time to time raised the wine jar and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The spicy wine entered the throat, temporarily relieving the sorrow.

But this is only a momentary fast.

Alcohol paralyzed her brain. At this moment, at least she would not recall the heartbreaking scene she saw during the day.

She waited for Gu Yuanjing's serious five years. She thought about countless possibilities, and found herself countless excuses to wait for him and forgive him. She even thought that he might not be in this world long ago.

But never expected that this heartbroken man would have a new love in the blink of an eye.It's so silly to laugh at myself for being infatuated and waiting.

She never mentioned anything about Gu Yuanjing to Wen Yan.

Maybe Wen Yan thought his father had died long ago.

However, after Wen Yan, wouldn't he yearn for fatherly love?Will he be discriminated against when he goes to school?

Wen Qing recalled what he heard the last time he went to Tianshan Academy, someone called Wen Yan a wild child without a father.

"Mother?" Wen Yan's confused voice came from behind.

Wen Qing quickly wiped the corners of her lips, then turned to look at him with some guilt, "Son, why don't you sleep well?"

Wen Yan stared fixedly at her with black eyes, "I have a stomachache, and I have to go to the latrine, so I can't sleep."

There seemed to be a little grievance in the tone of the accusation.

Wen Qing coughed a few times in embarrassment, "Then you go quickly, and then go to bed quickly when you come back."

She thought that cooking by herself wouldn't make her stomach upset, right?It was not poisoned.

Wen Yan nodded, but did not move, "Mother, why are you drinking?" He tilted his head, "Use wine to drown your sorrows? But what worries mother?"

Wen Qing has already removed the foundation powder used to disguise her appearance. At this time, her skin is fair and fluffy, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and her red lips are slightly pursed. "Mother has encountered a little trouble."

She was afraid that her son would think too much, so she added: "But let mother be quiet, and it will be fine tomorrow."

"Mother, I also want to share your worries and problems. If you are alone in everything, you will definitely feel very uncomfortable." Although Wen Yan is a child, he has a quick mind since he was a child, and he is more aware of emotions. sensitive.

Wen Qing smiled, gently squeezed Wen Yan's small face, "Son, you are such a warm boy."

Wen Yan blinked in confusion.

"Son, mother, I have never mentioned anything about your father to you. You are also very obedient and sensible, and you have never asked."

"If mother told you that you actually have a father, and you are not a wild child without a father, would you...would you want to meet him?"

After Wen Qing finished speaking, he secretly observed the changes in Wen Yan's expression, feeling uneasy.

She also dared to confide her heart to her son through wine, otherwise she would definitely keep the words in her stomach in peacetime.

"I and I have a father?" Wen Yan was in a complicated mood, quite surprised, he knew that his mother was a weak woman, and it was really not easy for her to carry a oil bottle with her without anything.

There are also many discussions about being pointed behind the scenes.

So ever since Wen Yan became sensible, she never said a word about her father, for fear of touching her mother's pain.

"Mother, I don't want to see him." Wen Yan's gaze was determined, and her fists were tightly clenched.

(End of this chapter)