My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 1039 - 766: Bo Zhi 17_2

The child doesn’t have it, but the house is very clean, with carpets laid out, so even barefoot he wouldn’t feel cold. Mou Wen let him wear socks into the house.

Mou Xun ran joyfully towards home, continuously making "wah wah wah" sounds because everything at home particularly matched Xunxun’s fantasy of home.

He ran out, his face flushed, sharing with Mou Wen, "Mom, there’s a terrace garden, with flowers planted, and lots of oil paintings on the corridor."

With the son’s description, Mou Wen’s heart hurt more and more, as if something was twisting her, almost crushing her.

"Not feeling well?"

Bo Zhi, who had been observing her expression, hastily asked.

Mou Wen shook her head, "No."

Bo Zhi responded with a hum, without saying anything more. He bent down, picked up the child who was hugging Mou Wen’s leg, "I prepared a room for you."

Mou Xun responded with a hum? Looking at Bo Zhi in bewilderment, "Uncle, why did you prepare a room for me? This isn’t my home, I want to go home with mom." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Bo Zhi didn’t stop holding him and then said, "Your mom will also live here, so of course, there is a room for you."

Mou Xun leaned over to look at Mou Wen, Mou Wen opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say for a moment. She nodded, "Xunxun, go with uncle."

Mou Xun felt something was strange between the two, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was odd.

Kids easily forget, and when Bo Zhi took Xunxun to the room, seeing a series of decorations like pirate ships and space pods, he opened his eyes wide, looking at Bo Zhi with excitement.

"Uncle, uncle, can I, can I play?"

Bo Zhi’s gaze softened, he bent down and put him on the ground, "Of course, you can. These are prepared for you."

Mou Xun’s eyes sparkled, "Uncle, do you want to be my dad? Is that why you prepared the room for me and mom, and are we going to live together from now on?"

Mou Wen also walked over behind him. Facing the child’s inquiry, she didn’t know how to answer.

But Bo Zhi bent down, looked the son in the eyes, "Do you wish for me to be your dad?"

Mou Xun thought for a moment, feeling he couldn’t answer any questions on behalf of his mom. He looked at Bo Zhi earnestly, "Uncle, this is something you have to ask my mom. I can’t choose for mom; Xunxun can only choose for himself;

Xunxun really likes uncle, although I don’t know why, but from the first glance seeing uncle, I wanted to play with uncle, hoping uncle wouldn’t dislike Xunxun;

Now after coming home with uncle, Xunxun likes uncle even more because the room uncle prepared for Xunxun is very thoughtful. Xunxun can feel that uncle likes Xunxun."

Bo Zhi rubbed his head, "Go play then, and I’ll talk with mom. I’ll call you later, okay?"

Xunxun looked at Mou Wen, Mou Wen nodded, and Xunxun rushed over, "Okay."

...

The room door closed, Mou Wen followed Bo Zhi to the lounge downstairs. It was clean and concise here, without any special decor, which was what she initially imagined.

Mou Wen sat down behind Bo Zhi and couldn’t help but start crying.

Bo Zhi felt agitated, took out cigarettes from a nearby drawer, pulled one out, and lit it. Hearing Mou Wen’s sobbing, he agitatedly rubbed his hair.

"I haven’t cried. Why are you crying?"

He smoked fiercely, and just within the ten minutes of Mou Wen weeping, he smoked three in a row and reached to grab another. Mou Wen stretched out her hand to stop him, her voice a little hoarse.

"Stop smoking."

He originally didn’t like these, and didn’t know when he developed such a strong addiction.

Mou Wen wondered if this was related to her.

As Mou Wen intercepted, Bo Zhi felt even more annoyed. He put the cigarette back and then stared directly at the girl opposite him, "Alright then, shall we talk?"

Mou Wen nodded, her eyes lowered, seemingly unwilling to see him.

In reality, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him. Rather, she didn’t know what kind of demeanor to face him with.

Internally, she felt very sorry towards Bo Zhi, but Bo Zhi, so far, hasn’t said anything harsh, seeming to wait for her to speak.

But Mou Wen didn’t know where to start.

The two quietly sat there, Bo Zhi’s hoarse voice spoke up, "Mou Wen, is there nothing you want to say to me?

Or do you think I don’t know that Mou Xun is my son?"

Mou Wen shuddered, her reddened eyes lifted to look at him, full of complexity that Bo Zhi couldn’t understand, "I..."

Bo Zhi impatiently stood up, "If seeing me makes you unhappy, you can say it clearly. Whatever you say now, I can agree to it, after all, the child is with you."