The man didn’t answer Mo Sina’s question. He didn’t look at Mo Sina at all, but continued to focus on Wen Yashen. His eyes were full of apologies. "You don’t know me, so I introduced myself in this way. It’s really a little abrupt. I don’t have any other meaning because I can’t send my child to the kindergarten doll car today. So Ozawa will send it home by me."

What does it mean for Wen Ya to talk to a man in front of him when he heard this? Wen Ya looked embarrassed and coughed at Yang Yan. "I’m sorry … I was too defensive just now."
Yang Yan looked at Wen Ya with a smile. "It’s natural that I don’t understand that I will be prepared before. Now allow me to make a complete self-introduction." Yang Yan smiled and looked at his daughter. "This is my daughter Xiaoyun and Ozawa Kindergarten are good friends, so I decided to send Ozawa back temporarily. I’m sorry that I was too active to provoke you to misunderstand this."
Ozawa nodded at once when I heard that.
Wen Ya was even more sorry when he knew the truth. "I didn’t mean to … I was so sorry just now."
Xiaoyun looks very cute and tender. When she heard Ozawa’s name, she immediately looked at Ozawa with excitement. "I like Ozawa’s brother best."
Ozawa is very calm.
Wen Ya knows that his son has always been very good at provoking peach blossoms. Seeing this scene, he is also quite embarrassed. It is good to be calm. If it is too … that is a little bit, it looks like a playboy.
"Thank you …" Wen Ya nodded to Yang Yan. "Why don’t you go in and have a cup of tea?"
This is obviously a polite remark.
Yang Yan immediately nodded and laughed. "Good."
Wen Ya froze Yang Yan is in situ smiled at Wen Ya, after all, Wen Ya took the initiative to come out. Is she going to drive people away now? Whether she helped Ozawa or not, it is natural for her mother to know how to repay kindness.
But the terrible eyes behind her still don’t know convergence, so they continue to put on a gentle body.
Wenya couldn’t help shivering, but she still had to bite the bullet and look at Yang Yan’s opening "come in" in front of her.
Xiaoyun is quite happy. "OK, can I go to see Ozawa’s brother’s room? His girl in kindergarten must envy me for having a room where I can see Ozawa’s brother! "
How did Wen Ya hear something to show off when he spoke from a small cloud?
Now what’s going on in the child’s heart … Wen Ya thought of this and couldn’t help but smile, but he also welcomed Yang Yan into the villa.
The face so black ink Sina followed also came in.
Yang Yan discovered Mo Sina like this time. He looked at Wen Ya curiously and asked about Mo Sina’s identity. "Who is this?"
按摩Pretend like you’ve never seen ink Sina.
Wen Ya was embarrassed. She didn’t know how to introduce Mo Sina’s identity. Two people are not real couples, but adults living together can probably see through them at a glance, right?
Thought of here, Wen Ya became more and more cramped.
Mo Sina looked at Yang Yan with a cold hum. "We live together. What do you say we are?"
What is awkward … Wen Ya crustily skin of head looked at ink Sina.
Yang Yan frowned. "I remember that Ozawa’s mother was not married … Are you husband and wife?"
"Yes, she is my wife." Mo Sina looked at Yang Yan with a particularly overbearing frown. "Do you have any other opinions?"
Ozawa heard ink Sina so admitted that looked up at ink Sina unbelievable.
Yang Yan looked at Ozawa like a heart and asked, "Ozawa, is this your father?" He looked surprised at Ozawa, but he didn’t pretend to be.
After all, everyone in kindergarten knows that Wen Ya didn’t get married for a sports meeting. Although Wen Ya and Mo Sina appeared together, it was unbelievable, but more people also thought of some kind of deal between them.
Now once again be ink Sina Wen Ya the in the mind very embarrassed.
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Ozawa stared at Mo Sina and muttered, "Dad?" This is the first time Ozawa has called his father in front of people. His eyes are so stunned that he has called this name.
Wen Ya looked at his son and flashed a trace of sadness. How much Ozawa wished to have a father, Wen Ya, was not unclear.
Ink Sina immediately laughed when he heard the word "dad". Although it was the first time to call him that, ink Sina was particularly fluent.
Ozawa to listen to ink SiNa words at this time see ink SiNa call yourself directly to the ink SiNa side without hesitation.
Wen Ya looked at this scene and felt bitter in his heart.
Ink Sina holding Ozawa is like a winner. Raise your pride and look at Yang Yan. "Let’s go. I’ll invite you to tea."
Yang Yan leng instantaneous or ink Sina behind and went in.
Is in front of Yang Yan eyes some sadness glanced at Wen Ya this look like sympathy with his special feelings.
Wen Ya leng transient particularly embarrassed even dare not look at Yang Yan.
This man doesn’t seem to fool the past so easily. He seems to have guessed Wen Ya and ink Sina, which makes Wen Ya feel very embarrassed.
Wen Ya went to make tea. Little clouds pestered Ozawa to go to see Ozawa’s room. Mo Sina acted like a householder. Everything looked so natural, but Wen Ya knew it was all fake.
Department is false … Wen Ya shook her head and looked bitter. After she served tea in front of Yang Yan, she silently behaved like a wife and a mother, more like a servant.
Ink Sina see Yang Yan eyes explore to Wen Ya feel very uncomfortable to Wen Ya hook "sit by my side".
Wen Ya leng instantaneous consciousness to resist the ink Sina frowned Wen Ya guilty good sat beside the ink Sina before you go.
They "husband and wife" look at each other as if they were separated from each other.
It’s natural … it’s not a real couple, and it’s no surprise that they can’t really feel it.
All three were silent, and no one spoke first to find a topic to talk about. Wen Ya became more and more anxious in this silence.
"Thank you for today’s things." Wen Ya hesitated for a long time or found an ambiguous word to express his gratitude to Yang Yan.
Yang Yan’s smile was a surprise. "No Xiaoyun likes Ozawa very much, and Xiaoyun is also very happy when I send him back." Yang Yan has been drinking tea as if he didn’t know that the atmosphere had become awkward.
Wen Ya looked at this moment but didn’t know what to say. This Yang Yan seems to be a little too accommodating.
Ink Sina frown looked at the man in front.
Wen Ya was worried that things would get worse and quickly changed the subject. "The little cloud looks really good, just as white and soft as the clouds on the horizon, but I don’t think the little cloud looks too much like you. Are you like her mother?"
Ink Sina is really since it is someone else’s daughter, father naturally has a family. Is a man with a family ink Sina so hostile?
When Yang Yan heard Wen Ya ask himself this question, his face suddenly became a little sad.
Wen Ya wants to bite off her tongue. No way … Did she say something superfluous? Should not be so unlucky? She won whatever she asked.
Wen Ya embarrassed face expression shan shan before looking at Yang Yan.
Yang Yan managed to squeeze out a few minutes of laughter. "In fact, Xiaoyun’s mother gave birth to her dystocia … and saved Xiaoyun’s mother …" Yang Yan said that her voice was choked up here.
Wen Ya looked at Yang Yan with a wave of his hand in fear. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to … I don’t know these things. I’m sorry …"
"No," Yang Yan gave a generous hand. "It’s all a thing of the past. You also feel a little embarrassed before you want to say something to mediate an anger, right? Blame me me. I said these words a little … I made the atmosphere awkward. Anyway, these should count me in. "
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"Ha ha" ink Sina sneer at a "who knows what you said is true or false"
Wen Ya’s face expression is awkward. Ink Sina always follows his own mood. No matter what others think, it is enough to hurt Yang Yan. It is not necessarily hurtful for ink Sina to talk like this.
Wen Ya saw that Yang Yan’s expression was awkward and busy, and she wanted to ease the atmosphere to a certain extent. She first pulled an ink Sina sleeve to make the ink Sina converge slightly.
After all, it’s inappropriate not to recognize this Yang Yan’s wild words.

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