Lin Anran felt that he was about to die, and when he heard Rong Lan's voice, he was so shocked that he hurriedly stretched out his hand to push Rong Jin, and said hurriedly: "It's over, his paintings are exhibited today, and I promise to accompany him to see them!"

Rong Jin instantly knocked over the vinegar jar, gave her two blows, and took advantage of her strength to endure and dare not scream, and said, "You still have the heart to think about something else, it seems that I haven't worked hard enough." ”

An Ran trembled and relieved, and said with a smile: "Why do you even eat children's vinegar!"

Rong Jin snorted: "It's twelve, little fart." ”

"That's your son!"

Uncle Rong raised his eyebrows and asked, "And then?"

Lin Anran suddenly remembered something, and his breath was in his throat, Rong Jin's moral standards are not something that ordinary people can understand, and it makes no sense to tell him this, so he can only simply block himself.

Rong Lan never got a response, and knocked on the door more urgently: "Enron, Enron, are you awake?"

"Wake up! Wait for me!

As soon as Lin Anran finished speaking, Rong Jin was dishonest again, and while slowly moving to tease her, he asked, "Immediately?"

Lin Anran was about to cry, she wanted to eat what she just said!

Because Rong Jin was dissatisfied with her questioning of her "ability", this "immediately" made Rong Lan wait downstairs for more than half an hour before seeing Lin Anran being hugged by his father and slowly going downstairs.

The child obviously didn't expect to see his father, his eyes widened, and after his eyes turned between the two, Rong Lan stared at Lin Anran and accused: "You are biased." ”

Rong Lan looks like a miniature version of Rong Jin, and all of her eyebrows and facial features are delicate and handsome, but compared to Rong Jin's momentum, the child has more of a coquettish expression when he looks at her.

Lin Anran looked at Rong Lan's face, which looked more and more like Rong Jin as he got older, and suddenly had an illusion in his heart that Rong Jin was coquettish, a little disgusting on the one hand, and a strange sense of satisfaction on the other hand.

Could it be that he was tossed by Rong Jin just now, and he wanted to get back on the delusion?

It's a pity that Uncle Rong's claws are harassing back and forth on her waist, looking at his son condescendingly.

Rong Lan was seen to be hairy, but he was not convinced, stared at him with his eyes, and asked, "Why did you come back?"

Rong Jin put his arm around Lin Anran, walked down step by step like an emperor, and said slowly: "Boy, how can you talk to your father." ”

Rong Lan snorted, didn't eat his set, turned his face to Lin Anran and said, "An Ran, you hurry up and come over for breakfast, and we'll go to the exhibition hall after eating." ”

Hearing this, Rong Jin glanced at Lin Anran, Lin Anran suddenly felt the hand on his waist tighten, and knew that Rong Jin's vinegar jar had turned over again, so he hurriedly gave Rong Lan a look: "Lan Lan, didn't you say before that you miss your father very much? Let's go with Dad, okay?"

Rong Lan looked at Lin Anran, who was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and wondered when he would tell her that he missed him, but he didn't refute it, he hadn't seen him for a few days, although the child didn't want to admit it, but he really missed Rong Jin a little.

Uncle Rong is a typical steward, Rong Lan has been picked up by the old lady Rong since he was five years old, basically Lin Anran and the old housekeeper are taking care of him, Rong Lan was a child, he was happy and would tease his son for a while, but later Rong Lan got bigger and bigger, and his temper also grew, it was not fun, and Rong Jin was too lazy to even score this little time.

As the president of Rong's Group, he naturally has a lot of entertainment at work, coupled with his own fancy nature, Rong Lan's own son can't see Rong Jin a few times a month, he thinks that if he has time to stare at an unfilial son, it is better to have more in-depth exchanges with those beauties.

Although Rong Jin knew that there was moisture in Lin Anran's words, it didn't prevent him from listening to happiness, but while he was happy, he still had to provoke: "What is it called Lanlan, it's like a little girl." ”

Rong Lan replied angrily: "I don't want you to call again!"

Lin Anran was afraid that the two of them would not like each other and would harm her, the fish in the pond, so he tried his best to make the two masters happy.

Rong Lan is very talented in painting, this is the first time he has participated in an exhibition seriously, and he has always pretended to be an adult-like face, and he can't help but show a little excitement.

Lin Anran looked at him like this, and praised him twice, although the child's face was quite arrogant, but his eyes lit up a little, and he looked very happy.

Then Rong Lan couldn't help but look at Rong Jin who was sitting opposite, but Uncle Rong was lowering his head and drinking porridge slowly, as if he hadn't heard the conversation between the two just now, and the child suddenly looked away angrily.

After Rong Jin drank two more mouthfuls of porridge, he put down the spoon, picked up a napkin and wiped it on the clean corner of his mouth.

He looked up at his son and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Rong Lan was stunned, a little unsure of what he meant.

Rong Jin threw the napkin on the table and said, "A small exhibition is happy like this." ”

Lin Anran saw that Rong Lan's expression was not good, and hurriedly said: "This is the first time that Lan Lan's paintings have participated in an official exhibition, and it is normal to be happy. And he's only twelve years old, which is not bad for such a result at this age. ”

Rong Jin glanced at her noncommittally, turned his face and said to Rong Lan: "Yes, yes, but my Rong Jin's son, just 'good' is far from enough." ”

Rong Lan's anger was like a basin of ice water poured on his head, and it quickly cooled down, although he was reluctant and unhappy, but he still showed a rare endurance at his age, and replied in a muffled voice: "Got it." ”

Rong Jin was barely satisfied.

Because of Uncle Rong's words, the child's interest on the way to the art exhibition was not high, and no matter how Lin Anran coaxed him, he was depressed.

After a few times, Lin Anran had no choice but to give up, thinking that when he went back in the evening, he would talk to Rong Lan alone.

Her gaze fell on Rong Jin, who was closing her eyes and recuperating on the opposite side, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

He will always be like this, he will only decide things according to his own heart, he doesn't know how to be considerate of others, and he will always go his own way.

She regretted calling Rong Jin a little, but then she thought that if Rong Jin stayed at home, she would not be able to accompany Rong Lan to the art exhibition, and things were connected like a strange circle, tying her up layer by layer.

Rong Jin seemed to feel her gaze, and opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes, which were lighter than ordinary people's, were like a brown amber.

Lin Anran felt that he was a small insect wrapped in resin, and it was difficult to struggle.