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

Chapter 318 Daddy, what is this?
Wen Ruo pursed her lips, intending to be self-reliant.

After drinking a cup of tea, she walked out with small steps and pushed the door open.

The silver light of the moon shone on the ground, everything was silent, and the entire Wen Mansion was silent.

Wen Ruo rubbed his arms and walked to the yard where his parents lived.

Surprisingly, she walked around the veranda all the way, and when she arrived at the yard, she was stunned.

She saw her father wearing a crane feather cloak and sitting on a rocking chair with his clothes together. There was a small red clay stove next to the rocking chair. The tea in the teapot made a sound of boiling, and her father was making tea.

Wen Yanting leaned on the rocking chair leisurely, inserted his hands into the armholes leisurely, with a lazy expression.

Wen Ruo hesitated for a moment, why didn't daddy sleep at night?Could it be insomnia?

After thinking about it, Wen Ruo walked over in a dat da da.

He whispered, "Daddy."

Wen Yanting suddenly opened his eyes, his long and narrow fox eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw that it was Wen Ruo, he curled his lips into a smile: "Why are you Ruo'er?"

Wen Ruo said crisply: "I can't sleep."

Wen Yanting smiled lightly, "Well, Ruo'er, let's talk to Daddy."

After he finished speaking, he held his daughter in his arms.

Seeing how thin she was wearing, she wrapped Wen Ruo in a big cloak, and gently stroked Wen Ruo's black hair with her bony hands, "What is Ruo'er thinking? Why can't you sleep?"

He sounded like a father talking to his daughter late at night, and he was.

Wen Ruo didn't answer but instead asked, "What about dad? Is there something bothering you?"

"A grown-up always has a lot to attend to."

Wen Ruo snuggled into his arms, clutching Wen Yanting's sleeves tightly with her little hands, and said pitifully, "Daddy, I'm so scared by myself."

"What are you afraid of? Daddy is here." Wen Yanting said softly.

"Ruo'er also wants a little brother."

Wen Ruo raised her head, staring at her father's sharp facial features, her tone was very soft.

Wen Yanting lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruo's cheek, the wound with plaster was so conspicuous.

"Why do you want a little brother? Having a little brother will divide your father and mother's love for you. Even so, do you want it?"

"But."

After all, Wen Ruo was a child, and the reason why she wanted a little brother was because her parents did give birth to another son in her dream.

She just followed the sequence of events in the dream.

Seeing that she was silent, Wen Yanting smiled and rubbed her soft hair.

The tea has boiled to a boil, overflowing the lid of the pot, and poured on the red clay stove, making a sizzling sound.

"The tea is ready." Wen Ruo muffled.

"You are still a child, you can't drink tea."

Wen Ruo pursed her lips, her eyes were completely attracted by a small white porcelain bowl with a blue background on the table beside her.The bowl body is painted with the pattern of plum branches.

She reached out curiously and lifted the lid of the bowl, before she could see what was inside, Wen Yanting grabbed her troublesome little hand.

It was pitch black inside, and she couldn't see anything.

Wen Yanting closed the lid of the bowl, and said in a gentle tone, "Be good, Ruo'er, don't touch Daddy's things casually."

Wen Ruo felt very wronged.

Daddy never restrained her like this before, and even said that his Wen Yanting's daughter should be raised by a golden branch and a jade leaf!Whatever he wants, he will do his best to satisfy.

But just now when daddy pinched her wrist, it hurt so much.

"Daddy, my wrist hurts."

"Sorry, it's Daddy's fault."

Children are very curious, the more Wen Yanting prevents Wen Ruo from seeing what's in the bowl, the more curious she becomes, the more she wants to find out the truth.

"Daddy's place is pitch black, what is it?" Wen Ruo bit his lip while pointing at his little finger, his eyes rolled round.

(End of this chapter)