Chapter 437 Saying one thing and meaning another, it's very troublesome.
Chapter 437 Saying one thing and meaning another, it's very troublesome.
It was already four o'clock when Wen Tingye and Ning Yao came downstairs.
Ning Yao's walking posture was slightly awkward, but she got used to it during the time she walked downstairs from the rest area, and by the time she was in front of the children, she was much more natural.
Wen Aixiu and Wen Baoying were initially quite unhappy because they had waited a long time, their little mouths pouting. But when they saw Ning Yao, their unhappiness vanished in an instant, replaced by adorable little faces, and they clung to Ning Yao.
"Mommy, you're so late! We've almost finished playing all the games we could," Wen Baoying muttered softly.
“You and Daddy should exercise more. You’re getting older, so you can’t neglect your health. Osteoporosis will be a problem later. If you fall, you’ll have to stay in the hospital for ten days or half a month.” Wen Aixiu also earnestly advised from the side, his voice serious and without any hint of sarcasm. He was clearly concerned about his parents’ health.
Ning Yao nodded shyly, bent down and kissed her son on the cheek, then said with a smile, "Mommy knows."
Wen Tingye glanced at Wen Aixiu, this miniature version of himself, and said coldly, "Mind your own business."
Wen Aixiu didn't take it to heart. Anyway, Wen Tingye's seriousness wasn't a new thing, and he was used to it. He just let it go in one ear and out the other.
When Ning Yao arrived, she noticed that the two little ones were talking to Ning Duoduo, and Duoduo had a rare smile on her face.
Her two adorable little white babies, like little adults, would hold Ning Duoduo's hand one moment and stroke her hair the next, seemingly comforting her.
"What were you saying to your sister just now?" Ning Yao picked up her daughter Wen Baoying, lowered her voice, and asked with a gentle smile.
“My sister is too scared to play on the Spider Tower. She thinks it’s too high. My brother and I are trying to comfort her,” Wen Baoying told Ning Yao truthfully.
"So that's how it is. My Aixiu and Baoying are so good, they even know how to coax their older sister." Ning Yao didn't hold back her praise.
She then glanced at Wen Tingye, seemingly unintentionally but actually intentionally, signaling him to also offer some praise.
No matter how old a child is, they should receive praise and appreciation from their parents. Children who grow up in this environment are confident and have their own opinions.
"You did very well, but there's still room for improvement," Wen Tingye said reluctantly, praising his son.
Wen Tingye glanced at Wen Aixiu, then reached out his large hand and ruffled his fluffy head, somewhat perfunctorily.
But when he was talking to his daughter, Wen Tingye's tone was much gentler. He pinched his daughter's cheek and a gentle smile appeared on his thin lips.
"Baoying is such a good girl. When we get home, Daddy will buy you your favorite dress."
Ning Yao rolled her eyes on the spot. Wasn't this person's preference for women over men a little too obvious?
Feeling sorry for her son, Ning Yao quickly went to Wen Aixiu and coaxed him softly, "Mommy will buy you your favorite toy too, okay?"
Wen Aixiu gave a soft "hmm," relieved that his mother still loved him, but he still felt a little disappointed.
"Your daddy loves you, he just doesn't say it on the surface. Our Aishu is a big kid now, he should understand, right?"
"Yes, your emotions are the most complicated..."
"Women are especially prone to this; they say they don't like something when they like it, and they say they like something when they don't like it. They're so insincere, it's really troublesome!"
Wen Aixiu said these words without thinking, and only after a while did he realize that his mother was also a woman, so he quickly straightened his poker face and hurriedly added.
"But Mommy isn't like that. Even if Mommy is, I'm still willing to spoil her and I definitely won't find her troublesome!"
Ning Yao was amused by Wen Aixiu's nervous look, and raised her hand to brush a few strands of dark hair that had been blown away by the overhead fan behind her ear.
The family was chatting happily when Ning Yao instructed He Yu to bring some packaged food, cold drinks, and ice cream for the children. The children each took their favorite food and went to a secluded area to unpack the packages.
Just as Ning Yao was about to say something, a young woman walked over, first glancing at Ning Yao, and then greeting her with a smile.
"Yaoyao, you're here too! What a coincidence! I'm here with my friends as well." The woman who spoke was wearing almost the same white tracksuit and stood between Ning Yao and Wen Tingye.
After greeting Ning Yao, Wen Na secretly glanced at Wen Tingye, her eyes filled with a hint of grievance.
It's as if she's complaining, "You brought your sister-in-law out to play, but you didn't invite me along..."
I'm your comrade's sister, how can you do this to my brother?
Wen Tingye showed no emotion, his eyes remaining calm. He looked at Wen Na and simply called out, "Nana."
Ning Yao glanced at Wen Na, pursed her lips, her eyes cold and distant, and didn't say anything else.
It just felt like the harmonious atmosphere had cracked open, letting in a cold draft, making me feel a little uncomfortable.
"The trampoline parkour competition has officially started. Interested students can go to the parkour area to register for the competition. The first place winner will receive a limited edition customized gift from our trampoline park."
An announcement was then made over the loudspeaker.
Wen Baoying and Wen Aixiu's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. Children love gifts the most, and Wen Baoying and Wen Aixiu were no exception.
Especially since this is a gift that only the first place winner receives, it feels very special. Winning the competition is also a source of pride, and everyone will envy them.
"Daddy, Mommy." Wen Baoying tugged at Wen Tingye and Ning Yao's clothes, looking eager to try.
At the same time, she glanced at the Ning brothers, Ning Chen and Ning Moran, and seemed quite looking forward to their performance.
Parkour is a lot of fun. She had seen parkour videos online before, and those people's moves were so cool, with backflips and amazing jumping ability. The movements were large and exciting.
Wen Tingye walked to Ning Yao's side and naturally took her hand, their fingers intertwined.
"Can you still run? If you can't, come watch my race." The man's voice was deep. He stared into Ning Yao's eyes, which were deep and steady. The pupils reflected only Ning Yao's image, and there was no room for anyone else.
Wen Tingye's attitude was very clear: he hoped Wen Na would know how to avoid suspicion; otherwise, he wouldn't mind continuing to ignore her.
Wenna clenched her fists. Even though she was extremely unhappy, she knew that if she continued to be so aggressive, it would only annoy Wen Tingye and wouldn't do any good.
There's a method to pursuing a man; she can't just blindly chase speed, lest she annoy Wen Tingye.
She had done a lot of mental preparation for herself these past few days and finally convinced herself.
So what if Wen Tingye has a girlfriend?
They might be together, but they might also break up. She would keep waiting, even if Wen Tingye got married. She was willing to be the other woman. She would do anything to be with Wen Tingye!
Wenna made up her mind that she would pester Wen Tingye for the rest of her life. Even if she couldn't have him, she would make Ning Yao uncomfortable.
Fortunately, her brother sacrificed himself to save Wen Tingye, giving her a halo that she will never lose.
Based on this alone, Wen Tingye would not have been able to push her away and abandon his comrade's sister.
Wenna took a breath and silently encouraged herself, determined not to give up easily.
"Brother Tingye, sister-in-law, let's go together. It would be good to win another gift for Aixiu and Baoying." Wenna smiled frankly, without a trace of sarcasm.
In particular, her addressing Ning Yao as "sister-in-law" greatly pleased Wen Tingye.
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