Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

"Pain, old man Ruan, let go, let go!"

He covered his ears and grinned with porcelain teeth. He seemed to have a good relationship with Ruan Tingchen.

Song wanwei stared at Ruan Junyan, and her eyes were filled with tears.

She had imagined him countless times, with big eyes, round face, thick eyebrows and black hair, very much like her father. I saw her today. If so, it's almost the same as what she dreamed. I haven't seen her for six years, but I have a sense of familiarity around me every day.

Sorry, baby, mom is back.

"Hello."

She waved to him tentatively, choking in her words.

Ruan Tingchen still held his ears in his hand. Because of the pain, all his small facial features were wrinkled together.

"Don't let go, beautiful sister, say hello to me!"

Ruan Junyan patted Ruan Tingchen's big hand a few times. Ruan Tingchen looked at Song wanwei. After humming, he relaxed his hand to face.

"Hello, sister."

He tidied up his clothes, put his hands behind his back and greeted her like an adult.

Ruan Tingchen tilted his head and looked at him, not happy: "what's your name, sister, aunt."

"No." Ruan Junyan didn't look back. He continued to stare at Song wanwei and asked her, "sister beauty, have we met somewhere?"

Blood relationship is really the most magical existence in the world. Even if there is a gap between her and Ruan Junyan for six years, she knows him and he knows her.

"Who taught you this? Come here!"

Ruan Tingchen couldn't see it. He pulled him back and frowned: "this is the nutritionist invited for you."

"Call me aunt."

Song wanwei squatted down to talk to him and found that he was taller than her half. When she left, he was still a small one. He would only hide in her swaddling clothes and smile at her. Even when she left, he smiled unknowingly.

"This is my daughter, song Tangtang."

She pulled song Tangtang over and held back her tears. The three stood face to face, but she couldn't say she was her mother.

"I'm six years old this year. How old are you?" Ruan Junyan looked at Song Tangtang and his eyes were full of kindness and love.

The atmosphere suddenly warmed up. It seemed that Ruan Tingchen's air conditioner had been pressed down for a few minutes. The appearance of a family of four seemed not as messy as he thought.

Whether this woman was special enough or song Baozhu was annoying enough, he couldn't tell for a moment.

Song Tangtang looked at Song wanwei and then turned to Ruan Junyan. Oh, the round apricot eyes glittered with cleverness and cunning: "I'm four years old. Can I call you brother?"

After that, song Tangtang stretched out his smiling hand and put it on Ruan Junyan's arm. Before he could answer, he added, "Hello, brother."

Ruan Junyan's heart was elated when he was coaxed: "since you are my sister, I can give you my father!"

Ruan Tingchen was puzzled by such generosity, but somehow felt that many daughters like song Tangtang were good. If he wanted to pinch his ear, he stretched out and retracted again and again, so he had to give up.

"Then you stay here first. I'll let you know when you need to start working."

It was already very late, and then he continued to let the kid stay here. He was afraid he didn't want to talk until tomorrow. Considering this, Ruan Tingchen felt a headache. He nodded at Song wanwei and walked out with Ruan Junyan.

"Song Tangtang!"

As soon as the door of the room was closed, song wanwei spoke coldly to song Tangtang. She was really disobedient! Pissed the old man off or let him find something. Their mother and daughter are completely finished!

"Good night, mom, I'll go to bed first!"

Song Tangtang runs away from under song wanwei's eyes. Song wanwei turns to look at the empty room and sighs. She is very melancholy. Junyan, her mother is back. All the people who hurt her, she really came back.

When Ruan Tingchen returned to Ruan's house with Ruan Junyan, it was very late. Ruan's house was still brightly lit, which made the courtyard outside a little dazzling.

"Old man, it's too difficult for you."

Ruan Junyan seemed to have been able to predict the next bloody storm. He took a sympathetic look at his father. Ruan Tingchen snorted coldly and walked in with his legs open.

He was right. In the middle of the hall sat an angry old lady Ruan. When she saw him coming back, her eyes suddenly became sharp and looked at him straight.

"How did you come back?" her voice was angry.

Ruan Tingchen was noncommittal: "I went to deal with something."

Not surprisingly, this sentence became the light of fire that lit the fuse. Ruan suddenly stood up: "what did you do in the hotel at night? Did you take your clothes to the hotel to change? What are you doing?"

"Whatever you think." Ruan Tingchen is very tired in such a tug of war and doesn't want to entangle with her more.

"Don't be angry, old lady. Tingchen must have his own reason."

If it hadn't been for such a charming voice, Ruan Tingchen didn't notice that song Baozhu was still sitting in the corner.

As soon as he was about to speak, Ruan Junyan spoke first.

"What my father does is none of your business."

Ruan Junyan went to the front and looked at Song Baozhu's eyes full of boredom. He stared at the round eyes and learned the way Ruan Tingchen lost his temper by ten.

The muscles on Song Baozhu's angry face were trembling. She worked hard for six years. In the past six years, she ran back and forth to Ruan's house, and couldn't even attract a child.

"Junyan, how can you be so impolite? Apologize to your aunt."

Seeing that Ruan Junyan was talking, Mrs. Ruan eased her tone and coaxed him with good voice and anger.

"Grandma, I want to go to bed."

He blinked his big eyes and softened his voice. Mrs. Ruan immediately changed her expression and kindly pulled Ruan Junyan: "sleepy, let's go to bed."

"Then I'll go back first," Ruan Tingchen said faintly.

"Where are you going? You stay for me!"

Ruan old lady's tone was indisputable. Ruan Tingchen was too lazy to argue, so he turned and went upstairs.

The bathroom was full of steaming fog. Ruan Tingchen was lying in the bathtub. The water had not crossed his chest. His strong chest was a little red because of the high water temperature. He closed his eyes and the eyes in his mind inexplicably coincided with those on the car today.

What the hell is going on?

What exactly is this woman from?

He sighed, shook his head again, straightened his mind, stood up from the water, took a bath towel, put it around his waist, and opened the bathroom door.

The pungent smell from the bedroom made Ruan Tingchen start frowning.

His room has never had such a strange smell. Who dares to spray this kind of thing into his room?