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Although Gao Ying has no good looks towards Jing Muheng, she has no ability to parry against Jing Yanshi who is like a little angel. She has completely changed from an iron-blooded queen to a gentle little woman.

Su Ran was relieved now, he was afraid that with Gao Ying's temper, he would throw Xiaoshi away when he was not paying attention.

Xiaoshi is really well-behaved, neither noisy nor fussy, not picky eaters, and cute, so Su Ran can't help but kiss her all the time.

When the phone rang, Xiaoshi sat on Su Ran's lap, watching "Digimon" played on Su Ran's computer.

Seeing the overseas number displayed on the phone, Su Ran felt a little nervous, and only pressed the answer button when she calmed down.

Although Jing Muheng didn't have time to have a sip of tea that day, but when Su Ran sent him out, he asked for Su Ran's phone number.

He said, "I'm going abroad for a few days, please take care of Xiaoshi."

"Hi, hello." Su Ran replied habitually, and when he realized his dull answer, he wanted to bite his tongue off.

"Su Ran, I'm Jing Muheng." A deep and sexy voice came from the phone line, and Su Ran felt her heart beating wildly.

"Well, hello Senior Brother Jing." Su Ran wanted to bite off her tongue again, why was she so stupid, she couldn't even speak well, and she used to learn Chinese!

"What is Xiaoshi doing?"

"Sit on my lap and watch Digimon."

"Can children understand?"

"Hehe." Su Ran laughed dryly, "Do you want Xiaoshi to answer the phone?"

"it is good."

Su Ran handed the mobile phone to Xiaoshi, and gently told Xiaoshi: "Dad's phone number."

Xiaoshi pouted dissatisfiedly, and said to Su Ran's mobile phone: "Dad, I'm watching cartoons, I don't have time."

Su Ran heard Jing Muheng say helplessly on the phone: "I'm not filial!"

Su Ran held the phone to her ear, and called softly, "Senior Brother Jing."

"Su Ran, thank you again. I have something to do here, so I'll hang up first."

Su Ran felt that Jing Muheng over there felt an indescribably tired feeling, and before Su Ran could express his concern, the other side hung up the phone.

"I also want you to take good care of yourself and rest." What responded to Su Ran was a rapid "beep" sound from the microphone.

At the end of the National Day holiday, Jing Muheng came to pick up Xiaoshi.

Xiaoshi is very disappointed because he likes Su Ran very much, he likes the dishes he cooks, and he likes him to play with him patiently.

Su Ran was also very disappointed, because after leaving, she didn't know when she could meet Jing Muheng again.

At that time, Jing Muheng asked for his number, but he didn't have time to ask for the other party's number, and the other party drove away, and the overseas calls he received later did not count.

Xiaoshi pursed her mouth, and her big eyes were full of tears. Su Ran was afraid that she might not be able to help crying after seeing it, so she simply turned and went back to the room.

Just a few steps away, I heard a heroic cry soaring into the sky.

"Xiaoshi, didn't I tell you that a boy should act like a boy and don't cry at every turn!" Jing Muheng said sharply.

Su Ran ran over, picked up Xiaoshi, patted her comfortingly, and complained to Jing Muheng, "Xiaoshi is still a child, what's the use of you talking to him?" Besides, who said boys Can't cry?Who stipulated it?I just love to cry, am I breaking the law?

Of course, Su Ran didn't dare to say those questions, but only dared to roar silently in his heart.

Jing Muheng also knew that back then that little junior brother liked to cry, and tears would fall down when there were certain things, but now that he said it like that, it seemed to be aimed at him.But in his opinion, boys really shouldn't cry often, especially in front of outsiders.

After the [-]th holiday, Su Ran started to go to work. He worked in a magazine as a text editor and dealt with text every day. For ordinary people, it might be a bit monotonous and boring, but Su Ran enjoyed it.

He'd enjoy the job even more without that annoying boss.

"Su Ran, what kind of manuscript do you choose every time? It's not attractive at all. What we want is to be explosive!" The wretched middle-aged uncle warned Su Ran with a wretched face.

Go crazy, go crazy, every time there is some colored garbage in my mind!

Su Ran nodded, and after leaving the director's office, she went to the bathroom to wash her face.

It's really unlucky to be sprayed with saliva every time.

While complaining, Su Ran's cell phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

Su Ran hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

"Su Ran, I'm Jing Muheng. I'm sorry to disturb you now, but I have something very important."

"Well, brother, tell me."

"Xiaoshi hasn't been willing to eat since he went back. He said he wants the porridge you made. I have no choice but to ask you for help."

Su Ran raised her head and looked at her watch. It was [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and it was more than an hour before she got off work. It took about two hours to buy vegetables and go home to make porridge.

"Brother, then you bring Xiaoshi to my house at six o'clock. I will almost have porridge ready by then."

"Then trouble you."

Jing Muheng showed up at the door on time with Xiaoshi, and Su Ran opened the door wearing a blue Winnie the Pooh apron.

Regardless of the smell of oily smoke on Su Ran's body, Xiao Shi rubbed against Su Ran's body.

Su Ran took Xiao Shi and kissed him hard on his tender face, "Xiao Shi, I'll go and bring out the porridge, you'll have a good meal later, okay?"

Xiaoshi nodded happily, Jing Muheng carried Xiaoshi over and sat on a chair beside her.

Su Ran brought up the prepared preserved egg and lean meat porridge, "Senior Brother Jing, it's a little hot, be careful when you feed Xiaoshi."

Jing Muheng glanced at Su Ran gratefully, and told Su Ran who had already prepared the draft to stutter again: "Brother, I bought... the food... You and... Xiao... Xiaoshi stay... eat... Let's eat."

Jing Muheng looked at Su Ran who was a little nervous, and his mind was full of thoughts, but on the surface, he looked respectful rather than obedient, "Then thank you, Junior Brother."

On the first day of Gao Ying's work, she went on a business trip. Su Ran was relieved a lot. Gao Ying was always unhappy seeing Jing Muheng. If the two of them had dinner together, it would be a disaster. Su Ran couldn't imagine it.

Sitting next to Su Ran, Xiao Shi asked Su Ran to feed him something that was easier to chew. She was so obedient.

"Why is Xiaoshi so obedient in front of you? I can't figure it out." Jing Muheng said helplessly.

"I don't know why, I have always been very popular with children. Probably because of my aura." Su Ran replied with a smile, and then stuffed a small piece of egg into Xiaoshi's mouth.

"Su Ran, move to live with me. I really can't handle this little guy by myself. My parents are not in good health and can't help take care of them, so I can only trouble you."

"But...but...I also...have a job...then...then what...to do."

"If you give up your job, I will pay you twice as much salary. You just need to help me read Xiaoshi at home."

Su Ran was silent.

"I know it's hard for you to give up your career, but I really can't help it. Xiaoshi won't accept any babysitters, and he's too young. I don't want him to go to nursery school so early. It's rare that he likes you so much. , I just hope that he can have a happy childhood."

Su Ran is now entangled to death. Although his boss is a bit vulgar and hates him, he has a job that he likes very much, and he also has a group of colleagues who get along well. It is really difficult for him to resign now. Let go.But when he thought of living in the house of the man he had a crush on for so long, and meeting him every day, he felt so excited again.

"Brother, come home with me."

Xiao Shi's childish words made Su Ran completely surrender.

Forget it, if you don't do your main job, you can still have a side job. With his popularity, writing Tanmei novels is enough to support him.

Writer's words:

Now only writing Su Xiaoran's essays is not so bottleneck. . . . .Ticket ticket ticket ticket ticket ticket. . . . . (You thought you were Su Xiaoran, stuttering at the person you like...)