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"Just this once, I will take the initiative to send him back to the Su residence in two days, and it will definitely not affect the relationship between you and the child." She opened her mouth and promised.

Hearing this, Su Zhengxiao raised his brows, with an obvious expression of reluctance on his face; "Impossible! I have to take him back to Su's house now."

Jing Xuan became slightly anxious, standing behind Tang Xiaoran, tightening the corners of her clothes with his small hands, obviously afraid of her compromise and consent.

Tang Xiaoran naturally felt his sensitive but cautious emotions, and instantly, her heart ached.

Su Zhengxiao insisted not to take a step back, so she was the only one who would take a step back.

"Leave him with me tonight, and I'll send him there early tomorrow morning." As long as she can take the child away right now, what does it matter if she takes a step back?

He raised his eyes, but still threw out two words; "No way!"

The despair in Tang Xiaoran's heart cannot be expressed in words, she can't fight him, and she can't take him away, even though he is her own son.

Her heart was being torn apart bit by bit, she suppressed the pain of being unable to breathe, squatted down, and straightened Jing Xuan's clothes; "I'll pick you up after a while, okay?"

Jing Xuan didn't speak, his little head drooped slightly, and he looked down at Tang Xiaoran.

"I didn't prepare what you like to eat this time. When you come over next time, I will make you your favorite food." Her voice was a little depressed, trying to make herself sound calm, but the ending sound was still slightly Tremble slightly.

Mouth closed in grievance, tears were about to fall, Jing Xuan stretched out his hand to wipe it indiscriminately, and responded.

Su Zhengxiao was standing beside the two of them, his expression and reaction came into view, his eyes narrowed slightly, the light moved, and then he said, "It's okay to have a meal tonight."

Tang Xiaoran froze for a moment, and understood his words in an instant. After changing the depression and discomfort just now, she took his little hand and smiled; 'Let's go. "

Jing Xuan finally smiled, and obediently followed behind, picking up the things on the ground.

The moment the two of them left, they didn't even look at Su Zhengxiao, let alone say hello.

A ball of flames rose up in his heart, and Su Zhengxiao cursed angrily in his heart, he might as well not have said those words just now!

The car gradually moved forward, blocking the way of the two of them. His expression was not very good-looking, a little irritable, and more impatient; "Get in the car!"

Tang Xiaoran said directly; "Go slowly, we'll take the bus!"

"I'm going to be busy in a while, and I don't have time to pick him up. After dinner, I will take him back to Su's residence. Get in the car if you want to, and let it go if you don't want to!"

As long as she can get along with her child, no matter how long or short the time is, she is willing to let Jingxuan give way to the car first. She stretched out her hand to hold the bag tightly, and glanced at the brightly shining Bentley parked in front of her, but made no next move.

After thinking about it, at the end, Tang Xiaoran bent down and said to Jing Xuan in the car, "I'm going to take a taxi, you follow."

She never thought of getting into his car, let alone that she was still carrying a messy bag, let alone getting into his car.

As she said that, she stood by the side of the road, fastened her bag, and waited for the taxi. Seeing this, Su Zhengxiao's expression turned cold, and he continued to narrow his eyebrows. After all, he was impatient, so he pushed open the car door and walked into the deep Shou directly snatched her bag, and said in a gloomy voice, "Why are you so hypocritical!"

Before Tang Xiaoran could react, he had already opened the trunk of the Bentley, and the bag was casually thrown into it.

Seeing that she hadn't moved, he became more and more impatient; "Go or not?"

This time, she endured it, not wanting to be too stiff and lose the chance to get along with Jing Xuan.

Sitting in the back seat, Jing Xuan crawled into her arms, as if he was afraid that she would leave him, his small arms wrapped around her neck, holding her tightly, refusing to let go.

The car drove all the way, no one in the car spoke, Su Zhengxiao was driving, Tang Xiaoran stared softly at the child in his arms, and stroked his hair.

The place where she lived was not close, and it wasn't very clean. Sitting in the back seat, she could see Su Zhengxiao's almost wrinkled brows from the corner of her eyes, but she ignored it.

After finding a good place, the car stopped, and Tang Xiaoran got out of the car with Jing Xuan in her arms. She walked slowly because her feet were not steady after all.

There are no elevators in the community, they are all stairs. She carried her back up to the third floor and couldn't carry it anymore. She let Jing Xuan walk by herself, and Su Zhengxiao followed behind with a disgusted expression.

Walking into the room, Jing Xuan sat down at the table spontaneously, and said obediently; "Mom cooks porridge, and I do my homework."

"Okay." She went to the bathroom, washed her hands and face, and then came out to wash the rice and prepare the porridge.

The room was small, and Su Zhengxiao was tall. When he walked in, he felt that the room lost half of its space.

In such a simple and dilapidated room, Su Zhengxiao's eyes swept up and down back and forth, looking up and down, and then fell on Tang Xiaoran who was not far away.

How did she live in such an environment?

The corridor outside is dirty and smelly, and occasionally there is a disgusting smell of urine coming into the nostrils. Is this the owner's place?

The room was clean and tidy, and there were a few potted flowers. When I walked in, there was no pungent smell, but a faint scent of mint.

What's more, there wasn't even a place for him to sit down in the room, so Su Zhengxiao could calmly open the curtain and sit directly on the bed as if he was in his own home.

Jing Xuan was very happy, doing his homework conscientiously and obediently, the light in the room was dim, not big, but it would not look empty.

Tang Xiaoran cooked eight-treasure porridge. Jing Xuan liked it the most. She also chose some dishes. While cooking the porridge, she made stir-fried shiitake mushrooms with green vegetables, shredded pork with green peppers, and stewed sweet potato meat. They were delicious.

After a while, when the meal was ready, she turned back and said softly to Jing Xuan, "Clear the table and eat."

Nodding his head, Jing Xuan tidied up his homework, found a rag, and wiped the table. When Tang Xiaoran was serving the meal, he ran over and took the initiative to serve the meal.

Su Zhengxiao watched faintly. When he was in the Su residence, he either went on a hunger strike or cried. How could he live like he is now?

There were only two bowls of eight-treasure porridge, and the mother and son sat opposite each other, completely ignoring Su Zhengxiao, treating him as air, a transparent person.

Jing Xuan liked to eat very much, and the chopsticks in his hands never stopped. Tang Xiaoran was picking up food for him, and kept wishing him to eat more slowly.

It is precisely because the room is not big, so at the moment the room is full of fragrance, which makes people smell it, and can't help but move their index fingers.

Like Jing Xuan, Su Zhengxiao didn't eat his dinner, and he didn't feel hungry just now, but now he felt hungry, and his stomach was still making noises.

No matter where he was, he was always casual, no one entertained him, so he got up and went to the kitchen. There was still a lot of porridge left, and he made a bowl for himself.

Hearing the sound, Tang Xiaoran turned her head and saw Su Zhengxiao standing there serving porridge. She frowned, but she glanced at it without emotion and then retracted.

For such a move, Su Zhengxiao never thought it was shameless or thick-skinned.

Sitting at the dining table, he tasted a few dishes she made, which were delicious and home-cooked.

In the end, Jing Xuan only ate a bowl of porridge, but Su Zhengxiao ate all the rest of the porridge into his stomach, even eating up the vegetables.

Tang Xiaoran was not condoning his random behavior, but felt that there was no need to speak to him.

From the moment of divorce, she told herself that from then on, what he did had nothing to do with her.

Jing Xuan couldn't do some questions, so Tang Xiaoran sat beside him, explaining to him softly and teaching him.

Su Zhengxiao leaned lazily on the bed behind him, feeling that the atmosphere was just right, not too deserted, nor too lively.

When Jing Xuan's homework was done, the mother and son got up, and Su Zhengxiao had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Tang Xiaoran still wanted to spend more time with Jing Xuan, so instead of calling him, she asked Jing Xuan how he was doing during this time.

In this way, time passed quietly, and in the end, Su Zhengxiao was awakened by nightmares. In the nights of these years, he would always repeat the dream of Zuo Qingrou's death, including her appearance and tragedy when she died, And the eyes she didn't close before she died.

Perhaps Su Zhengxiao didn't realize that Zuo Qingrou's death had already formed a nightmare in his heart.

He had that dream again, his forehead hurt so much, he was drowsy, he propped himself up to sit up, kneading gently with his fingers.

When the pain gradually dissipated, I looked at the time on my wrist, it was already ten o'clock, it was very late, and I couldn't stay any longer.

Stretching his shoulders, hooking his suit jacket casually, Jing Xuan had already fallen asleep, in Tang Xiaoran's arms.

Su Zhengxiao walked over, reaching out to take Jing Xuan, subconsciously, she couldn't bear to hug the child in her arms tightly.

He was tall and tall, and he was bending over at this moment, and the distance between him and her was close at hand. She didn't look at him, but she was avoiding his actions.

She let out a cold, disdainful snort, and inserted her arms into her arms with all her strength. At this moment, Tang Xiaoran suddenly raised her head, and their foreheads bumped firmly together.

She was in pain, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and Su Zhengxiao also raised his eyebrows in pain, but he didn't expect her forehead to be as hard as a stone; "Let go!"

Tang Xiaoran neither let go nor moved, and just maintained the posture just now.

Her strength was stronger than expected, Su Zhengxiao bent down a little more, and the strength on his arms also increased.

Just as he continued to bend down, Tang Xiaoran suddenly moved backwards, his unsupported body suspended in the air instinctively fell forward, and his thin lips brushed her cheek impartially.

Soft, moist, and slightly cool, this is the feeling left on his lips.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes became darker, but Tang Xiaoran continued to back away. After all, he lowered his voice; "If you don't want to wake up Jingxuan, you'd better not move. You think you can keep him tonight if you don't let go. ?”

The last sentence really pierced Tang Xiaoran's chest, she was startled, and let go.

His eyes swept over her deeply and shallowly, Su Zhengxiao casually took the suit with one hand, covered Jing Xuan who was asleep, and led him away.

Tang Xiaoran didn't see her off anymore, she stood by the window, watched from a distance as Jing Xuan was brought into the car and disappeared, her heart was filled with pain again.

Jing Xuan was placed in the back seat, covered with a suit, the heater in the car was turned on, and the temperature was neither too high nor too low.

Rubbing his fingers over his lips, Su Zhengxiao's eyes seemed to narrow, and then there was a dead calm again, without any emotional ups and downs.

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The next morning.

Tang Xiaoran is packing up her things, she sold some yesterday, and there are quite a lot of things left in the bag, a lot.

At this moment, the phone rang, and she picked it up. It was a call from a company, saying that she had read her resume and told her to go to work.

It is an animation design company, and now it needs to draw cartoon characters by hand.

What she is good at is indeed painting, and the career she wants to find in her heart is also art painting, to draw works, not to be a manga artist.

But this is the only job in front of her, she can't let it slip away, so let's do it slowly, as for the rest, I will talk about it later.

She went to the company. The company is very large and well-known. The salary is not low. She doesn't plan to miss it.

Offered her a day to start work the next day, she agreed.

Now that she has a formal company, she doesn't need to go to the street stall, and she keeps the rest of the things that are useless, so she goes to the street stall, and she hands over her bag to a middle-aged woman with an older grade.

"Stop showing?" The middle-aged woman's forehead was covered with sweat; "It seems that your business was quite good last night."

"No more, I found a job, and I will start working tomorrow, so you can keep these things and sell them," Tang Xiaoran said.

It's useless for her to keep those things. Few of the people who set up street stalls here have good living conditions. They make some money while they can. .

"It's good to be young, unlike us, once you find a job, you should work hard." The middle-aged woman sighed, and the wrinkles on her face deepened a few more, obviously caused by the years and hard life.

It was getting late, Tang Xiaoran was returning home by bus, when she was cleaning up, she accidentally touched something.

She scanned Luo and came out, it was a keychain with Zuo Qingrou's photo inside, it must have been left here by Su Zhengxiao yesterday.

I have to admit that Zuo Qingrou is really beautiful. When she first saw those things about her, she was shocked, hurt, tortured, and like crazy, she couldn't find an outlet.

But now, she can calmly appreciate it.

At this time, there was another knock on the door, Tang Xiaoran got up, walked over to open the door, unexpectedly, someone hugged her waist, Jing Xuan blinked her round bright black eyes and looked at her; "Mom, I still want to eat The porridge you made."

While she was still in a daze, there was another figure behind Jing Xuan, it was Su Zhengxiao.

She immediately withdrew her thoughts, turned around, and walked in with Jing Xuan. She didn't go to the toilet all the way. Naturally, Jing Xuan couldn't bear it at the moment, and moved forward slowly with her legs crossed, rubbing a few times. I ran into the bathroom at the first step to solve my physical problems.

Su Zhengxiao accidentally glanced at the photo on the table and the scissors that were placed next to him. He stared at Tang Xiaoran, raised his lips and smiled coldly; "Why, you still want to destroy it? Want to cut it into pieces?"

Tang Xiaoran didn't understand what he meant, but she didn't pay attention to him, but looked at the bathroom.

"Don't speak? That's an indirect admission?" Su Zhengxiao continued coldly, stepped forward with his long legs, hooked the keychain, and put it in his palm.

Quietly staring at his protective behavior, Tang Xiaoran smiled, very coldly; "You think too much, when I was Mrs. Su, I never had such qualifications, and now I am a stranger, she is worthy of everyone's attention. It has nothing to do with me, so why bother to cut it up again? Also, you may not know that I am actually very afraid of death. The last time I accidentally smashed her photo, you almost crushed me to death. I have been terrified for a long time. How would you dare to seek death again this time?"

What she said was calm and light, and she said it was nothing, but Su Zhengxiao deeply felt the irony in her words!

"Who are you lying to with such nonsense?" He didn't believe it at all, after all, her crazy words and expressions that day were vividly remembered, the words she cursed at Zuo Qingrou, and the eyes that wanted to destroy everything for her.

Tang Xiaoran's mind is calm, and she is still smiling indifferently at this moment, but she is very alienated; "Actually, it's nothing more than a simple thing. When you are your wife, if you have resentment, you will naturally have hatred from jealousy. Before you got divorced, you were already married. Strangling all those hatreds is just a sentence, you thought I was not worthy of having resentment because of those things, but now with me, it is that they are not worthy of having my resentment..."

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