Jia Jia's voice was full of innocence. It seemed like a joke, but Guo Wenwen, who was in her twenties and almost thirty years old, would feel a little embarrassed.

If someone else asked this, Guo Wenwen would definitely have no mood swings. After all, Jia Jia's identity is a bit special.

"Jia Jia, your father and I are just high school classmates..."

However, Jia Jiaren is a little devil. "No, but why are my father and other classmates hiding from dad? Only Aunt Guo, you not only drive over to pick me up and dad, but also give him money."

Jia Jia continued: "And, you are divorced, too."

“…”

Guo Wenwen has a good figure. She took a deep breath and said without any worries: "Okay, actually, I liked your father very much when I was young, not because he was so talented. Although he had already started writing as a talented man at that time, in fact, he didn't write very well... Haha, mainly because he was a novice at that time, and in today's terms, he was a handsome young man."

Jia Jia chased her relentlessly and said, "What about now? Aunt Guo, do you still like him?"

"That's what I ask, the world of adults is very complicated, so how can you children be so absolute? If you say you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it..."

Jia Jia looked at Guo Wenwen's figure and said, "If Aunt Guo wants to be my stepmother, I can be happy to help."

In Jia Jia's eyes, this Aunt Guo is very nice to his father. Although she is not as good-looking as her biological mother, she has a good figure. I believe her father likes it very much. The most important thing is that she is rich and has also divorced. Jia Jia doesn't want to see her father suffer anymore. In Jia Jia's eyes, if her father can find a rich stepmother, her life will be much better in the future.

"Jia Jia, if you say that, your mother Nalan Yanran will be very sad if she knows..."

Jia Jia interrupted Aunt Guo and said, "She won't be sad. She left me and my father. She doesn't want us anymore-"

Children have a clear distinction between love and hate, and when they miss their mother, they feel heart-wrenchingly, and when they hate her ruthlessness, they also feel gritted their teeth.

“…”

Guo Wenwen looked at Jia Jia with complicated eyes. She was a childish age of 6 and a half years old, but she had such resentment that she shouldn't have due to family changes. Children from single-parent families are indeed pitiful.

Guo Wenwen and her ex-husband have no children yet, otherwise they would probably not be able to get along with Jia Jia now after the divorce.

…

Xiao Yan didn't know what his baby daughter was talking to Guo Wenwen. If he knew it was a topic of his stepmother, he would probably be amused and crying.

His information is asymmetrical between him and Jia Jia. Jia Jia thought of finding Xiao Yan a stepmother who treats him well and doesn't dislike him and has money. Although Guo Wenwen is not as good as her own mother, she has a hot figure.

Xiao Yan, who was a father, had long planned to recover Jia Jia's mother. The father and daughter had different mentalities, so the difference caused was also a bit funny.

…

Guo Wenwen actually knew that she and Xiao Yan were unlikely to succeed. In high school, Guo Wenwen was the best-looking girl in almost the school. How many boys were secretly staring at her figure and blushing, but she and Xiao Yan were not successful.

Now, maybe you can barely live a life, but the premise is that Xiao Yan's heart is dead, otherwise it is still unlikely, because Xiao Yan may have been writing for a long time and pursues idealism, not advocating the heart, but rather the heart.

…

The rain hit the umbrella cloth, crackling, especially under the trees, water droplets gather on the leaves, and the falling raindrops are the size of peas, and the sound of hitting the umbrella is particularly loud.

Xiao Yan looked back at Guo Wenwen's car in the distance in the rain. He was very nervous at this moment. His heartbeats, and his palms that took out his cell phone were trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!