Yan Shiqi listens to Wen Zhiyuan's words without saying a word.

But you can imagine how much she was favored in the Wen family.

Otherwise, the third sister and the third brother-in-law would not come in such a hurry because they were worried that they would not be able to explain to the Wen family.

During the meal, Yan Shiqi has been eating quietly, but his mood has already gone far away.

She eats very little, always can't concentrate, a few things happened today, broke her usual calm.

When she put down the chopsticks, the rice in her bowl hardly moved.

Qin Baiyu's attention has always been on her. Seeing the confusion in her eyes, she felt a little distressed and stopped eating without much.

Compared with her ups and downs of thoughts, Wen Zhiyuan sitting opposite was not affected at all.

She is enjoying the love Qin bainuan gives her, and seems sensible to keep apologizing. This scene gradually overlaps with the scene of her and Ms. Lian smiling in the living room.

Inkstone when seven cool fingertips in the knee gradually curled up, until——

The man's generous palm covers the back of her hand, and the warm temperature dispels the cool tide of fingertips.

She turned her eyes, looked into the man's pupil, smile, slightly far fetched.

"Out for a walk?"

The man opened his voice in a low voice. Without waiting for her to answer, he took her hand and took her away from the table.

"Four, have you finished?" Hearing the sound, Qin Bai warm cast his eyes and glanced at the plate in front of them. He hardly ate it.

Qin Baiyu answered the voice, didn't say much, took inkstone Shi Qi to leave the box.

……

Next to the open-air restaurant of Yinan restaurant, Yan Shiqi and the man walk hand in hand in the corridor.

There are fewer diners and it's very quiet.

The breeze in the cloister sometimes disturbed her hair.

At the corner is the connection point between the cloister and the inner courtyard of the restaurant. The diner stops here. The man takes her to the quiet cobblestone path. In the air, except for the rustle of leaves, there is only the sound of their footsteps on the ground.

I don't know how long later, the man stood beside her, sighed and hugged her in his arms, "thinking about your mother?"

He seldom saw so many complicated looks on her face.

No matter at the beginning, or now, she should not have such a heavy ideological burden.

Yan Shiqi's jaw gently cushioned on the man's shoulder and murmured, "not exactly. Actually, it's ironic. You say... If I'm not my mother's child, who am I?"

This question has been tearing at her reason.

She has never thought about this problem as deeply as she does at this moment.

In the face of Ms. Lian's harsh criticism, she thought she just didn't like herself.

But when she saw her attitude towards Wen Zhiyuan, she realized that she didn't like girls, she just didn't like her.

The man put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her gently, "you are my Mrs. Qin. If you are not a child of Yan family, you are also Mrs. Qin

This, no matter who she is, will not change.

Yan Shiqi looks into the man's deep eyes. After a deep breath, the bottom of his heart is warm because of his words. The lost color on his eyebrows recedes a little. Then he says with a tiger face: "you're right. Even if it's not Yan's child, I'm Mrs. Qin."

Then she laughed herself.

Make fun of it.

Fortunately, in such a messy situation, she still had him by her side.

Now that she has discovered the signs of discrimination, she won't give up easily.

Who is she? How did Wen Zhiyuan and Ms. Lian know each other?

She has to investigate all these.

Not to find the original family, she just wanted to know what she had been hiding over the years.