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Kuang Zheng returned home with a bouquet of huge pink roses, and sent Baozhan a WeChat message at the door: Come out.

Bao Chan is watching TV with Kuang's mother, and the tricky rich wife discovers that the poor girl who has been bullied for forty years is her own daughter who has been separated for many years. , Baochan took advantage of this time to slip out.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a delicate powder mist in front of my eyes, with dew hanging and a faint fragrance. The treasure bloomed to cover the door, and the face gradually changed into the same color as the flowers: "Why do you buy flowers again?"

"New Year's Eve," Kuang Zheng looked around, no one was on the quiet snowy road, "Do you like it?"

"Come into the house," Baochan turned around shyly, "both ribs and buns..."

Kuang Zheng stuck it up and wrapped his arms around his waist: "Give me a kiss."

Baochan panicked: "Auntie is here."

"She's here, so we've been enduring it?" Kuang Zheng didn't let him hide, and just sucked on his lips.

Baochan blushed, and pushed him hard: "Let Auntie see!"

Kuang Zheng was not afraid of his mother seeing him, anyway, he was determined to be with Bao Chan for the rest of his life, but Bao Chan was afraid that he would not be firm.

"No." Sure enough, the boy refused to let him touch it, and the reason was, "She should be sad when she sees it."

Kuang Zheng was stunned. He thought that Bao Chan was afraid because he was afraid of being regarded as a pervert and being looked down upon. He didn't expect that he was afraid of his mother's sadness: "Bao'er..."

"Little Bao'er?" There was a voice from the door, it was Kuang's mother coming this way.

Baochan hurriedly broke away from Kuangzheng, and as soon as they separated, Kuang's mother pushed open the door: "It's Xiaozheng who is back." Her eyes wandered between a pair of young people, and finally fell on the rose in the middle, "Why don't you go in when you're back?" Room?"

"I forgot to bring the key," Kuang Zheng opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Ask Baochan to open the door for you, Mom." He handed the pink rose forward, "Don't blame me for not being with you today, right?"

Who did you buy the flowers for? Kuang’s mother was like a mirror in her heart, she curled her lips: "I just gave away the red ones and then sent the pink ones, there is no room for me to put them in my house."

"That's right," Kuangzheng nodded, "Then I'll take it upstairs first." Upstairs is his and Baochan's room.

Kuang's mother said "Are you my own?", her eyes widened, Baozhan hurriedly took the flowers from Kuangzheng's hand, and coaxed her obediently: "Auntie, you'd better plug it in, I'll fix it for you and put it on the bed." Head, move the red bottle to the window sill, if there are more flowers in the room, you will be in a better mood."

What does it mean that what is not your own is better than your own? Kuang's mother smiled from the bottom of her heart: "Oh, little Bao'er." She took Bao Chan's arm and pulled him into the house, "Let's go, Auntie will clean up with you."

"Hey," Kuangzheng was just thrown at the door, no one loves anyone, "I said..."

His mother and Baozhan went to the bathroom to clean up the flowers, and really ignored him. He went into the house alone to change his shoes, went upstairs to the cloakroom, and unbuttoned his shirt and tie in front of the full-length mirror. There was an obvious red mark on his neck.

That boy Shi Kuoting was too aggressive, he frowned, and put on his old man's shirt, when the door was pushed open behind him, Baochan walked in lightly, and closed the door guiltily.

"The flowers are inserted?" Kuang Zheng lowered his head to cover up the bruise on his neck.

"Well," Baochan said with sharp eyes, "what happened to your neck?"

Your senior brother pinched you, Kuang Zheng would never say such words, so he changed the topic with a smile: "My mother likes you very much."

Baochan lifted his chin with his slightly cool fingers: "No matter how much you like her...she's not a daughter-in-law."

Kuangzheng felt a pang in his heart, trying to comfort him, his Adam's apple was suddenly wet, it was Baochan's fingertips with saliva, wiping the red spot on his neck.

The corner of Kuang Zheng's mouth raised uncontrollably: "Hey, you wipe your saliva on my body."

"I think my saliva is dirty," Bao Chan glanced at him, "From now on, don't always... be like that."

"What's wrong with me?" Kuang Zheng squinted at him.

Bao Chan was silent.

Kuangzheng embraced him with both hands, and put all his strength into his arms: "What kind of hands are you using, just take a breath..."

"You have to be ashamed!" Bao Chan turned to look at the door.

Kuang Zheng's breathing became heavy, and he rubbed his back wantonly with his big hands: "Is the door locked?"

How could Baochan lock the door, and tugged at his hand with a blushing face, Kuangzheng felt that this kid was like a cherry that couldn't be tasted, and he was lost: "Don't try," he warned him, "If you try again, I'll kill you." Don't care about the door, just drag you into the closet."

The whole room is full of closets, deep and large, with suits of two people hanging according to the season and color, Bao Chan's heart is pounding, he also wants to make out with Kuang Zheng, but Kuang's mother is here, so he dare not.

Kuang Zheng put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out a card between two fingers, and handed it to him.

"What?" Baochan stretched out his hand to take it.

"Kempinski's room card," Kuang Zheng leaned into his ear, "these days of the Spring Festival...I'm on call."

Bao Chan gave him a slap in the face, and threw the card to him like a hot hand: "Take it away!"

"We agreed," Kuang Zheng stuffed the card into his trouser pocket, "Don't think about it."

"Why are you so good at this kind of thing?" Baochan knew his romantic history, and he was somewhat concerned. "Did you always go to hotels to get rooms..."

"Little Bao'er?" Kuang's mother's voice sounded from the corridor, and Baochan shook, and quickly distanced himself from Kuangzheng. Then, the door opened from the outside, "What are you doing?"

Baochan nervously made excuses: "Brother, he..."

"I have a pair of trousers that are thin," Kuang Zheng pulled off a pair of trousers, "Let him try."

"Oh," Kuang's mother looked at her son's dislike today, and scanned the room full of suits and ties, "Big men have more clothes than women, so hurry up and eat."

Kuangzheng and Baochan immediately went downstairs with her. The table was full of pork ribs, steamed buns and various side dishes. The three of them sat down in a circle and ate. Kuang's mother found that Baochan only ate bones with little meat. All of them were picked out and placed on the side of the plate, forming a small pile.

It seems... It's specially reserved for Kuang Zheng.

Kuang's mother's heart softened all of a sudden, biting the tip of her chopsticks and thinking, where can I find such a good child these days, who is more careful with Kuang Zheng than her mother, but it's a pity, it's a boy... She is feeling emotional , Zheng Zheng went over there with a chopstick, picked up the biggest piece, and ate it as a matter of course.

"Hey you..." Kuang's mother was a little annoyed. The little Bao'er was reluctant to eat, so he chewed casually, "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat." Go for a piece, "Xiao Baoer, you eat!"

When she did this, both Baozhan and Kuangzheng were stunned, "What's the matter, Mom?" Kuangzheng was lavish and never took a piece of meat seriously.

Baochan is used to bitterness, and he will cling to his elder brother first when everything is good: "Auntie, I am not tired these two days." He looked at Kuang's mother's face, and put the meat back into Kuangzheng's bowl, "Brother still has to work……"

It was only then that Kuangzheng realized that after being together for so long, he was already used to taking care of Baochan, the meat on the plate was for him, not only the meat, but even the whole person was his.

Under the table, he couldn't hold back anymore, he secretly clamped Baochan's leg, and locked him tightly.

After dinner, the three of them went to watch TV, Kuang's mother sat in the middle, there were two fruit plates on the coffee table, Kuang Zheng picked a sugar orange, peeled it, and handed it to Kuang's mother.

"Oh, this is too sweet," she waved her hand, "The blood sugar must exceed the standard."

So Kuangzheng gave it to Baozhan.

The news was talking about the impact of smoking on pregnancy, Kuangzheng picked up another tangerine, this time he didn’t ask his mother, he gave it directly to Baochan, after going back and forth several times, Kuang’s mother tasted it, and she was not there from the beginning What's the matter, oranges have always been picked up for other treasures.

Her heart is cold and cold. As the old saying goes, when you have a wife and forget your mother, this is just a "brother". Her son has changed. She clutched her heart and kicked Kuangzheng. Get up on the sofa.

"Auntie?" Baochan immediately stood up.

"It's okay," Kuang's mother was angry with her son, not willing to get angry with Baozhan, "Aren't you going to make dumplings tomorrow? I'll pick the leeks first."

"Auntie, I'll pick it..." Baochan said as he wanted to go over, but was grabbed by Kuangzheng.

Kuang's mother spread the leeks on the dining table, and picked them up while observing the two people on the sofa. Sure enough, as soon as she left, Kuang Zheng took her seat. Baochan was eating oranges and watching TV, and he was eating oranges and watching others, as if hungry Like a wolf with a big tail that has been around for several days, he kissed someone on the cheek.

Both Kuang's mother and Baochan were taken aback. Baochan covered her face, and her first reaction was to look back at her. Kuang's mother quickly lowered her head and pretended not to see her.

After a while, I raised my head again, and there was no one on the back of the sofa. Kuang's mother grabbed the leeks, knowing that her precious son was playing hooligans, and knocked Xiao Baoer down.Seeing the sofa trembling, Baochan struggled away blushing and corrected: "Ah, auntie," he pursed his lips, his hair was a little messy, "I... still have unwashed clothes, so I'm going upstairs first."

Kuang's mother didn't have time to respond, and Kuang Zheng threw down the half-picked tangerine: "Let's go, I'll help you."

"No need," Baochan frightened him, "Brother...help Auntie pick vegetables."

"My mother doesn't need me," Kuang Zheng pursued hotly, "We two..."

Kuang's mother threw down the leeks: "Xiaozheng!"

Kuang Zheng stopped abruptly, scratching his heart and liver all over his face. At this moment, the phone on the table rang. He took it over and saw that it was Fang Chengcheng. The person who has terminated the client relationship should not be negligent in dealing with it: "Hey, Mr. Fang."

"Mr. Kuang," Fang Chengcheng seemed in a good mood, "Are you busy?"

"Not busy," Kuang Zheng also acted very relaxed, "at home."

"Zhengcai's divorce," Fang Chengcheng went straight to the point, "You did it?"

Kuangzheng glanced at the stairs, and Baochan had already gone up: "Yes, the trust structure is our proposal."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Kuang Zheng thought that he would blame others, or blame Wan Rong Zhenhui. It was also a divorce. Why did he favor Zhengcai and Fenghuolun? Unexpectedly, Fang Chengcheng just sighed and said calmly: "Wanqing, I I have already bought it and will start work after the holiday.”

At this point, Kuang Zheng had nothing to say, he just replied "Okay, everything is going well", and the two sides said goodbye to each other.