flower girl

Zhao Anran has recently become obsessed with a tavern, which is different from the hustle and bustle on the street, it is hidden in an alley and has its own style.

She especially likes the plum wine here, which is sweet and slightly sour, but other than that, it is the owner of the tavern that makes her linger the most.

The man had a handsome face and a calm demeanor, and he had a unique charm that she couldn't describe.To be honest, from the first time she saw him, she fell deeply, but she didn't have the courage to rush forward.

So as long as she has a little free time, she will definitely come here, order a small jar of plum wine, and watch secretly while drinking.

Thinking about it carefully, I'm a little idiotic...

As usual, Zhao Anran stepped into the gate of the tavern on time at eight o'clock in the evening. As soon as he entered the door, he began to search for the figure of the boss, and soon found him beside the wine cabinet.But what is different from the past is that today, he is holding a child.

Seeing the two of them sitting together intimately, the little boy snuggled into his arms and grabbed his sleeves to wipe away his tears.

Zhao Anran's heart rose.

Could it be...he is married?

Zhang Xiaobo was busy wiping away tears from the little radish in his arms, using his exclusive little yellow duck handkerchief, while wiping with a smile, he said, "You don't know what kind of person your mother is? She dares to step on her." Master who is forcing others to recite the three-character scriptures, if you talk back to her, it will be strange if you don’t get thrown out by your father.”

Wait a minute, is this logic correct?

No, this man with father and mother is definitely not his own son!

Zhao Anran laughed again.

Zhang Xiaobo was still talking, but this time he put the little radish head on the table, squatted down, supported his small shoulders, and lowered his voice: "You can't talk back to your mother, do you know her mother?" How hard it was to give birth to you, you almost became a child without a mother."

Xiao Luobo pouted his lips and wiped away his tears, Zhang Xiaobo smiled and patted his head gently, "You are a man, and you will protect your mother in the future, remember?"

Little Luobotou nodded obediently, rubbed his eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle Xiaobo, I want you to be my father!"

Zhang Xiaobo froze for a moment, as if absent-minded for a moment, and then laughed quickly. He held the little fleshy hand in his palm, and said in a slightly dry voice, "Your father is very good. He loves your mother very much."

Looking at this scene, Zhao Anran slowly clenched the porcelain cup tightly in his hand, carefully discerning his eyes with unyielding obsession.

After a long while, she looked away, chuckled and drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp.

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