Love Never Ends

Warmth's innocent eyes also showed fear. He quickly imitated his mother and retreated a few steps, hiding behind her. He only stuck out his big, black eyes and similarly glared at the old woman in front of him.    

    

He always felt that it was a little familiar...    

    

I think I've seen it somewhere? However, he couldn't remember it too clearly.    

    

When Wen Ping saw her own grandson staring at her with such a guarded expression, she became a little anxious. However, she also became even angrier at Zhixin.    

    

"What kind of attitude is this? No matter what, Warmth is my biological grandson!"    

    

Previously, she did not approve of the existence of warmth.    

    

But now that she knew her son couldn't have children because of the poison, she began to miss this grandson of hers who had always been in exile.    

    

Every time she saw that group of noble ladies and their grandchildren, she would always be alone. Even her only son would not be willing to stay by her side. At that time, her heart would only be filled with pain …    

    

The more it was like this, the more she wished she had a grandson by her feet …    

    

Now that her grandson was right in front of her, she had to find a way to keep him by her side!    

    

"Warm, come … "Call me grandma …."    

    

Wen Ping tried her best to be amiable.    

    

He stretched out his hands in a gesture full of laughter.    

    

Warmth quickly retreated a few steps, her head was lowered, and her lips were pursed, unwilling to speak.    

    

Zhixin was disgusted by Wen Ping's expression. She held her warm little hand tightly and said seriously, "Mrs. Wen, please behave yourself with dignity."    

    

As she spoke, she arrogantly turned her face away, "Warmth has nothing to do with you!"    

    

Furthermore, she didn't want to have anything to do with her at all!    

    

Such a cruel person …    

    

"What did you say?!"    

    

Wen Ping's face contorted. "He has nothing to do with me? He is the son of my son! "    

    

"Your son?"    

    

Zhixin sneered.    

    

Stepping up to her, he met her sharp eyes without fear. "Who is your son? Is it profound? Ask yourself, Mrs. Wen, whether you deserve to be his mother! "    

    

"You … What right do you have to educate me! "    

    

Wen Ping was flustered and exasperated. She raised her hand in preparation to give Zhixin a slap, but was intercepted by Zhixinmin.    

    

"You still want to bully me? Do you think I will allow you to beat me up and scold me again? "    

    

As she spoke, she angrily flung Wen Ping away, "Back then, I only respected you because you were a mother who had lived a long time! And now, you are not worthy of the word 'mother' at all! "    

    

"Why are you bullying my mother!? You are a bad person, you are a bad person! Go away! "Go away —"    

    

At some point in time, Nuannuan had rushed out and ran between the two of them, angrily pushing Wen Ping away.    

    

The strength of his small hands was not strong, but his anger was not small.    

    

He was like a little man, not allowing anyone to bully his mother.    

    

"Warm, no!"    

    

Zhixin shouted and quickly pulled the door open.    

    

Although she didn't want to admit it, Warmth still inherited Wen Ping's bloodline, so Warmth couldn't be rude to her nominal grandmother.    

    

Wen Ping also did not expect Warmth to hate her so much. She stood there stunned, unsure of what to do.    

    

His old face was flustered and flustered. He clearly wanted to be angry, but he remembered that his grandson had forced him to lower the temperature of the fire.    

    

"Warm, I'm your grandmother. Come!" Call me grandma, and grandma will give you candy! "    

    

She forced a laugh as she coaxed the warmth from her smelly face.    

    

Zhixin watched from the side in silence.    

    

Nuannuan hid behind Zhixin very untactfully, "Warmth doesn't like to eat sugar!"    

    

Lies.    

    

He was just stuffing candy into his cart!    

    

Nuannuan snorted, "The more you eat, the more you will get the worms!"    

    

Her little face was very high.    

    

Zhixin finally asked, "Mrs. Wen, what are you planning to do?"    

    

Wen Ping rolled her eyes at Zhixin in annoyance, "Warmth is my grandson. Sooner or later, I will get him back!"    

    

When Zhixin heard this, she became furious. "Stop dreaming!" Even if I die, I won't give you the warmth! "    

    

Zhixin said as she held her in her arms, tightly staring at Wen Ping as she said, "I will definitely not let my son continue to be persecuted by you!"    

    

"You … "You …"    

    

Wen Ping was so angry that the roots of her teeth were itching. She wanted to slap Zhixin again, but it really wasn't good to see her grandson here.