President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

"You think too much, I don't like sour things, so I never eat them." Xia Cheng ate the steamed dumplings unceremoniously.

These aunts do not get together all day to exercise or study food at home. Although gossiping together is essential, the taste of what they make is really good. The meat filling in the dumplings is both tender and delicious.

If they are willing to give it to them, she will follow them to eat. What's so jealous and delicious.

It's best to introduce more girls to him. Maybe he would move away from her when he met someone who looked right. Xia Cheng picked another one after eating and bit down fiercely.

After dinner, the two of them drove to work separately. She came back very late in the evening. Because there was a temporary problem with the project, the entire project team was working overtime. She was so busy that she forgot that there were more people at home. Su Zhan sent a message to her after ten o'clock in the evening.

The content of the message is to ask her when she will go home and stew her soup.

It's all over now, and he is probably asleep.

Xia Cheng put away her phone, rubbed her sore neck, picked up her bag and walked out of the office.

She thought that when she came home to meet her, it would be as dark as usual, but the moment she opened the door, she realized that her assumptions were wrong.

The light in the living room is still on.

Was it the lamp specially made for her? Actually, although I am very happy when I come back without facing the darkness, it is enough to save one of the lights in the hallway of her house.

Xia Cheng hung up her bag and changed her shoes, and walked into the living room tiredly, only to find a sleeping boy on the sofa.

Is he waiting for her?

Xia Cheng's heart moved slightly, and some people felt like waiting to get off work. It turned out to be like this, sour and astringent, and the sweet aftertaste after drinking tea.

She picked up the blanket on the edge of the sofa and walked towards him lightly.

But when she just opened the blanket and leaned over to cover him, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Her gaze suddenly slammed into his clear eyes, and the distance between them was so close that she could kiss him as long as she was lower, and he could touch her with his chin slightly raised.

The breath of wandering around suddenly became a little more ambiguous.

Staring at him with such innocent eyes, Xia Cheng's face suddenly became hot, she straightened up nervously, and hurriedly explained: "I want to cover you, not to kiss you stealthily."

"If you want to kiss, I have no objection." Su Zhan curled up his lips and said again: "I can't have intimate behaviors with you, but you can have them with me."

"Welcome to kiss." He said, pouting his lips to meet her.

I said no, she didn't want to kiss him stealthily!

Deliberately begging.

Xia Cheng put the blanket in his hand on his head: "I said I'm going to kiss you, it's late, go to the room to sleep."

"I'll warm the soup for you, can you drink something?" Su Zhan lost his skin and tore off the blanket on his head in twos or twos, got up and went to the kitchen.

Xia Cheng wanted to say not to drink, but thought that he had made it for her specially, but at this time, she couldn't say anything if she refused.

She followed, and saw that Su Zhan turned off the small fire and opened the lid, and the fresh fragrance in the pot suddenly came to her nose.

"It's so fragrant, what kind of soup?" Xia Cheng leaned over and looked into the pot.

Su Zhan looked at her childlike behavior, with a petting smile in her eyes. She looked independent and wild outside, but she was like a child many times at home.

He took the soup spoon to satisfy her curiosity: "The yam ribs soup, but it’s too late today. It’s too late to sleep. You drink less. I will make you something else tomorrow. By the way, tomorrow weekend, you Don't you work overtime?"

The ribs are rich in collagen, which is good for the body. Although it is late today, he said that eating less should not gain weight.

Xia Cheng bent down and took two bowls out of the cabinet, and naturally handed them to him: "The class is not added, but I promised my parents to go home tomorrow. If you don't go out, you are free to do it yourself."

The first weekend after living together, it was gone.

Su Zhan took the bowl in her hand and served it to her first, holding a few selected pieces of ribs and yam, avoiding her to pick it up, and putting it directly on the dining table: "It's a bit hot, please pay attention. "

Xia Cheng said without thinking, "It looks like my mother."

Su Zhan was taken aback, gritted his teeth and asked her: "Who do you think you are like?"

Xia Cheng realized what she just said. It was because her mother had done the same thing. She suddenly sighed. It was not intentional, nor was it to laugh at him, but he gritted his teeth and gave her to her. Amused.

She giggled, thinking that she would compare a little boy in his early twenties with her mother. It was ridiculous that her mother could not laugh until she knew it.

Thinking about it this way, the more she wanted to laugh, and she couldn't stop. Seeing Su Zhan's darker face, she smiled and said: "I didn't mean it, I mean you are like my mother... Eh, don’t be angry, I mean, you are like my mother... No, I mean... eh, you are really angry."

Xia Cheng looked at the black-faced boy who turned and left, and hurriedly ran after him.

She didn't want to say that he was like her mother, it was all the same.

She was running after him. Unexpectedly, he stopped suddenly. Xia Cheng almost couldn't stop the car. As soon as she stabilized her figure, she saw him turning around and staring at her angrily: "I'm very long-winded?"

"Ah, no, it's not wordy at all." Xia Cheng hurriedly denied.

"I'm not masculine enough?" Su Zhan glanced up suspiciously at the drooping bangs.

Is his hair down, not masculine enough? He couldn't figure out why he was like her mother, and he could accept that he was like her father.

Xia Cheng shook her head violently: "Where does it happen, isn't it good for your age, but don't be overly masculine, muscle men are not my thing."

So, she is saying that her food is like this?

Is this an indirect confession?

Su Zhan's heartstrings trembled slightly, and he looked at her shiningly in his black eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Are you trying to say that your mother took care of you in the same way?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Xia Cheng nodded repeatedly and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's what I meant. This is the highest compliment, you know?"

"I don't even know, saying that a man is like her mother is the highest praise." Su Zhan hesitated.

"You think, who is the person who has paid for us without any complaints and regrets in this world? Mom! Who is unconditionally caring about and loving us? Mom! How warm are the words "Mom", I'm not praising you for what you are. At the same time, I am ashamed that I am so much older than you that I have to be taken care of by you."

The front was pure bullshit, and it was the first time he had seen that her little mouth could bullshit so much.

But, after all, they are inseparable from their age gap.

Is age the gap they can't cross?

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