"Come in quickly, why are you polite to aunt?" Wen Xiurong is a gentle woman who doesn't look very angry.

He also looks gentle and gentle, with a little sadness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Okay." Xi Qian smiled and nodded.

When she was in the hospital, Wen Xiurong went to see her once, so she was not unfamiliar with her.

Wen Ruqian is 39 years old this year. He has been married to Wen Xiurong for fifteen years and has a son and a daughter.

My daughter is fourteen years old and has been missing for five years.

Now there is only an eleven-year-old son by my side: Wen Ye.

"Xi Qian, this is the room prepared by my aunt for you. Do you think you like it? If you don't like it, let's change it." Wen Xiurong looked at Xi Qian with pity.

Even though he knew that she was a kind of sustenance, Xi Qian couldn't help but feel warm.

The room in front of me was not pink, but light purple. On the big white bed, surrounded by light purple curtains, and the curtains and dressing table were also purple.

Other decorations are all white.

It looks dreamy and noble.

The arrangement was very meticulous, and you can tell at a glance that the arrangement took a lot of effort.

"I like it very much, thank you aunt." Xi Qian looked at Wen Xiurong and smiled.

"Just like it. This is the cloakroom. Auntie has prepared some clothes for you. You can wear it first. If it is not enough, then buy it..." Wen Xiurong took Xi Qian's hand and pushed open the door next to the dressing table.

When I entered, there was a cloakroom of about 20 square meters.

There are a lot of clothes hanging inside, from trousers to skirts, everything is available.

There are also various shoes.

"Aunt Wen..." Xi Qian turned around, her eyes slightly warm.

In two days, she prepared so much.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? Let's change it if you don't like it." Wen Xiurong said anxiously.

"No, I like it very much." Xi Qian said quickly.

“…just like it.”

"A Xiu, let's go down to eat something first. Xi Qian came back from the hospital early in the morning and didn't eat anything." Wen Ruqian looked at Wen Xiurong who was still trying to pull Xi Qian around and said helplessly.

"Oh, look at me, why did you forget? Let's go and eat first..." Wen Xiurong patted her forehead and said embarrassedly.

"Puchi! Auntie who is okay..." Xi Qian smiled.

“Go around…”

The three of them went downstairs and returned to the restaurant.

"Madam, is it a meal?" Aunt Wu came out of the kitchen and smiled.

"Well, put it on." Wen Xiurong said, pulling Xi Qian to sit beside him.

His eyes flashed. If his daughter had been by his side, he would have been as caring as Xi Qian when he grew up.

"Mother."

"Huh? Dad is back too?" Wen Ye ran down from the upstairs.

It can be seen that I am very happy.

"Boy, why did you get up until now?" Wen Xiurong glared at Wen Ye, "This is your sister Ming. She will live in our house from now on. Don't you be naughty, do you know?"

"Oh, isn't today a Saturday? It's normal for me to sleep in!" Wen Ye leaned against Wen Xiurong and acted coquettishly.

"Hello, Sister Ming, welcome to move in." Then, Wen Ye sat down and greeted Xi Qian.

"Hello, Xiaoye." Xi Qian looked at the child who was secretly looking at her and laughed in her heart.

"Do you know my name?" Wen Ye looked over in surprise and said curiously.

"Yeah, I know."

"My dad told you?" Wen Ye raised his head and glanced at his dad.

"Well, Xiao Ye is so smart."

"...Sister Ming, you don't care about your praise at all." Wen Ye curled his lips.

What this fool knows is, why is he smart?

Xi Qian: "..."

Well, she is still not suitable for coaxing children.
Chapter completed!