Good night, Mr. President

Chapter 883 Don't Be Sad
Jiang Xibao hugged Liang Yuran around the living room in a panic, knocking his legs against the piled debris from time to time.

"Put me down!"

Ugly is no longer enough to describe the expression on Liang Yuran's face at this time.

"Where... put it?"

Jiang Xibao also wanted to find a place to put it, but the living room was too messy! !
Breathtaking chaos! ! !

"sofa!!!!!"

Liang Yuran had already said this almost through gnashing of teeth.

"..."

Jiang Xibao looked at the living room blankly.

Sofa... where?

Liang Yuran's thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and he pointed in a certain direction in the living room.

"That turned out to be a sofa???"

Jiang Xibao's eyes widened suddenly with surprise on his face.

So boring, how on earth did he do it?
She thought it was a mountain of garbage! ! ! !

"..."

Liang Yuran now only felt that his temples were buzzing, and he didn't want to discuss his sofa issue with this short winter melon at all.

Jiang Xibao walked over and carefully placed Liang Yuran on the so-called sofa.

There was only the sound of "cracking" in my ears...

"..."

"..."

Jiang Xibao watched Liang Yuran slide and sit on the floor together with the pile of 'garbage' on the sofa!
A thud.

Liang Yuran was expressionless, and began to completely enter a state of self-destruction.

He didn't speak, and Jiang Xibao didn't dare to speak.

Just looking at the beer cans, red wine bottles and spirits bottles all over the floor feels uncomfortable...

And the rubbish...

After thinking about it, Jiang Xibao turned around and walked back to the kitchen, and found wet wipes from the shopping bag.

When he returned to Liang Yuran, although he hesitated a little, he still squatted down.

He took out a tissue and slowly wiped the white sticky yogurt on his face.

"I did not do it on purpose."

She just had a blank mind at the time, so she forgot to control her strength.

"..."

Liang Yuran didn't say anything.

"Don't be angry."

After wiping it thoroughly, Jiang Xibao folded up the used wet wipes and carefully threw them into the trash can...

should……

Is it a trash can?
"That's a fish tank!"

Liang Yuran snorted coldly and finally spoke.

"..."

what?
Why is the fish tank placed next to the sofa?

Jiang Xibao felt that he really couldn't understand the life of the rich.

He just looked down at this man from a high position, sitting casually on the colorless floor with his long arms and legs.

There are lonely eyes on the cold face...

——Yesterday was the anniversary of his mother's death.

quite a while……

Jiang Xibao stretched out his hand to cover Liang Yuran's head.

Like his mother comforted him when he was a child, he gently rubbed his hair.

"Don't be sad."

Jiang Xibao tilted his head to talk to him, with a warm smile on his chubby little face.

"I'll cook something delicious for you."

………………

The curtains are still closed.

The room with hundreds of square meters was airtight, and Liang Yuran sat on the ground with long arms and legs.

There was a strong aroma from the kitchen.

Jiang Xibao was swiftly cutting preserved eggs on the chopping board, and the rice porridge was already rolling in the pot.

Lean meat followed suit.

I wanted to subconsciously put the freshly bought ingredients into the refrigerator, but when I remembered those things in the refrigerator...

Jiang Xibao shivered instantly.

It's better not to.

"Do you have any taboos?"

Jiang Xibao poked his head out from the kitchen, and cautiously asked Liang Yuran who was still sitting where he was.

"..."

It took a long time before the cold words came out of his mouth.

"it is good."

Jiang Xibao smiled and retracted his head.

Before walking back to the pot, sprinkle the preserved egg dices that were cut before, and the fragrance instantly permeated the air.

Although it was rude at first.

but……

Mr. Liang looks like a good boy!

　The fourth update on 12.25, the update is completed today.Although it's late, Merry Christmas.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)