Quick wear: healing the beautiful, strong and miserable boss every day

Chapter 197 ② Against (6)

"What's the reason?" Mrs. An asked quickly.

Everyone looked at her too.

"I've only graduated from university for a year, and Ting Lan also thought about me because I was young, so she didn't have a child so early." Wen Jinhuan said.

"Grandpa and grandma, don't blame Ting Lan, blame me if you want to."

She pouted and looked at Mrs. An and the old man pitifully. They couldn't blame Wen Jinhuan when they saw Wen Jinhuan like this.

"Okay, okay, why would grandpa and grandma blame you?"

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The hurdle of urging the child is over.

After dinner with grandparents at noon, An Tinglan excused himself to go to the company to deal with matters, so he left first, and stayed here to enjoy himself.

Before leaving, Mrs. An and the old man told them not to sleep in separate rooms, An Tinglan nodded in agreement.

But Wen Jinhuan also knew it was all fake.

In the afternoon, she accompanied the two elderly people to dinner in the old house before going back.

Before An Tinglan came back from the company, Wen Jinhuan asked Aunt Fang to prepare dinner for him alone, not hers.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, I heard the sound of an engine on the second floor, and An Tinglan came back.

Wen Jinhuan stopped what he was doing, and listened to the movement downstairs. The sound insulation effect was a bit good, so he couldn't hear clearly.

All I know is that Aunt Fang asked him if he wanted to eat, An Tinglan said no, and went upstairs.

The footsteps suddenly disappeared near her bedroom.

Wen Jinhuan wondered for less than a second before there was a knock on her door.

"I, An Tinglan." The person outside said.

Wen Jinhuan got out of bed, wrapped her pajamas tightly, put on her slippers and went to open the door.

An Tinglan stood at the door, Wen Jinhuan folded his arms around his chest, tilted his head to look at him, she wondered why An Tinglan wanted her.

"You have something to do with me?"

"I'll move back tonight." His voice was not too loud, and he didn't know if he said it on purpose for others to hear.

What does he mean is a bit strange.

Wen Jinhuan raised his eyebrows, "You think I'm going to sue my grandparents?"

"..."

He was silent for a while, Wen Jinhuan had the answer in his heart.

"Since you think so, don't come back," she said.

Then I saw An Tinglan frowning, "What are you trying to do?"

Wen Jinhuan said innocently: "Am I making trouble?"

An Tinglan stared at her with deep eyes, "No matter what you're messing around with, I'll move back just like before."

Wen Jinhuan looked straight into his eyes, "You don't have to move back, I'm very used to living alone."

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(End of this chapter)