Today, as always, he was wearing a black slim-fitting suit, a white shirt, and a neat and meticulous tie. Even the expensive watch at the cuffs was black. He exuded the restrained restraint of a mature man all over his body, which was enough to make a woman suffocate and fall.
He...is here anyway!
At the same time, Bo Zhanye's dark and ink-like gaze was also scanning Lan Xixi. His hair was scattered casually, and he was wearing a pink and white home clothes. He had no make-up, no makeup, and looked pure and lovely.
However, with his sharp eyes, he spotted Tang Shishen sitting on the dining table and the steaming delicious food on the table, and his sharp eyebrows furrowed:
"Why is he at your house?"
The rising tail notes convey unnoticeable anger and invisible oppression.
Lan Xixi frowned and explained: "Mr. Tang knew my identity and came to find me. I thought about him saving me before, so I specially cooked a meal to thank him."
Hearing this, Bo Zhanye felt a little better.
But I still feel angry when I think of her agreeing to let a man come to the house, alone and alone!
Lan Xixi always felt that his breath was weird, as if he wanted to eat people, so she quickly changed the subject: "Is there anything wrong with you coming to see me?"
After the words fell, a small hand held her big hand, and a clear childish voice sounded:
"Auntie, you haven't been here for seven days. I miss you so much. If I don't see you again, I will cry with worry. I asked dad to take me to see you."
Lan Xixi lowered her head and realized that the little Bo Xiaomo had also arrived. She felt happy and bent over to pick him up:
"Xiao Mo, Auntie misses you so much. She plans to go find you right after dinner."
Bo Xiaomo liked Lan Xixi's scent very much and rubbed her body: "I believe you."
The tip of his nose smelled the aroma of rice. He looked at the dining table. When he saw the food on the table, his eyes lit up: "Auntie, I'm hungry. I want to eat at your house like Uncle Tang."
Lan Xixi nodded immediately: "Okay."
She looked at Bo Zhanye: "Do you want to eat?"
"Don't eat." Bo Zhanye thought that she was making it for Tang Shishen, so he didn't care. Gao Leng dropped the words and sat on the sofa, icing his face and calming down his momentum.
Lan Xixi licked her lips. If she doesn't want to eat, she won't eat. If she doesn't like what she does, she will tell her clearly why she is so showy.
She hugged Xiao Mo: "Xiao Mo, let's go, let's eat."
"Uh-huh."
The two of them sat at the dining table, with their backs to Tang Shishen, only to realize that Bo Xiaomo and Bo Zhanye had arrived. They greeted him in a friendly manner: "Xiao Mo, long time no see, you are so cute again. Won't you invite your dad to come to dinner?"
Bo Xiaomo has already picked up the chopsticks, with a cute little gesture of grinding his teeth towards the food: "Daddy doesn't eat, Daddy isn't hungry."
Tang Shi smiled deeply, carefully filled a bowl of fish soup for him, and handed it over: "Eat slowly."
"Yeah, thank you, Uncle Tang." Bo Xiaomo ate obediently.
Lan Xixi looked at him with a gentle smile on her lips, serving him food with chopsticks one after another. Then she suddenly realized that this meal was to thank Tang Shishen, and specially brought food to Tang Shishen:
"Thank you very much before. If you hadn't saved me, I don't know what the consequences would have been." I guess it's the same as my sister...
Tang Shishen smiled warmly: "It's a small effort, so you don't need to thank me over and over again. It will make you look unfamiliar."
"Yes." Lan Xixi always thought that he was easy to get along with, and now she felt that he was even more friendly to others, serving him soup and vegetables.
In the bowl, they piled up into a small mountain.
Tang Shishen reminded: "You should eat too. It's hard work after doing so much. And you are thinner than before? Xiao Mo, do you feel that?"
Bo Xiaomo nodded: "Really, Auntie, please eat more."
For a while, there were two people picking up vegetables for Lan Xixi.
There was a man, a woman, and a child, laughing and chatting happily, creating a warm atmosphere of a happy family of three.
Bo Zhanye sat in the living room, looking at the harmonious scene of the three people, and felt an inexplicable displeasure in his heart.
Why did his child become like theirs? Why didn't she smile so brightly when she faced him?