Mo Ran looked at his new partner and smiled bitterly, wishing that Lao Liang, who came up later, would be the same rotten dog head as this new partner.

"Lao Mao, remember Mo Xiaoran, right? At that time, she was eighteen, you were three months, and the two of you lived in my Manhattan house together, and more than ten years have passed in a flash, you are old, you don't like to jump anymore, Mo Xiaoran is not old, but fat. ”

Lao Liang squatted down, stroked the head of the golden retriever, and said with emotion, Mo Ran was full of tears.

"Little Mo Ran, take good care of it, take Lao Mao out for a walk at six o'clock in the morning and eight o'clock in the evening regularly, you must go, and you can't miss a trip. Lao Liang let go of the golden retriever and said to Mo Ran.

"Maomao, do you still know me?" Mo Ran asked as he bent down to hug it, choking up.

Maomao stuck out her tongue and licked her face.

"Loyal dog, no matter when I go back, Lao Mao always squatted at the door and waited for me, and the workers at home said that the most willing thing it would do was to squat in front of the window and look at the door, and a squat was a day. Lao Liang opened the canned dog wolf on the coffee table and handed it to Maomao's mouth, Maomao sniffed it and twisted his head to the side.

"What's the matter?" Mo Ran was shocked: "I remember that this is its favorite canned meat." ”

Lao Liang sat on the sofa with a resentful look: "Mo Xiaoran, do you remember what I like to eat the most?"

Mo Ran rolled his eyes, licked his lips, and said weakly: "Shortbread peanut pumpkin porridge." ”

Lao Liang threw the canned food back on the coffee table with a "dang" sound, pulled Mao Mao to his side and hugged him, and sighed with a sad face: "Lao Mao, have you seen it? People are not as good as the dog live-action series, my status in Mo Xiaoran's heart is not as good as you." ”

Mo Ran sat down on the sofa opposite him, cleared his throat, and said with bright eyes: "Lao Liang, what you love to eat is shortbread, peanuts and pumpkin porridge, isn't your spleen and stomach changed in the past two years? ”

"It's because people have a bad appetite when they're old, and then think about what I ate when I was in the United States. Lao Liang said dissatisfied.

"You can't live in the past, can you? No matter how good the past is, it's still yesterday's yellow flower, I haven't seen you like this, clinging to the past, and have been living like a dog. Mo Ran rolled his eyes at him.

Lao Liang leaned on the back of the sofa with his hands on the back of the sofa and sighed: "There were a lot of good things in the past, but you don't understand it at your age." ”

"Go, go, hurry up, go back to your own house and think about your goodness. Mo Ran changed his face and drove him away.

"I'm not going tonight, I'm going to sleep here. Lao Liang fell on the sofa, moved a cushion under his head, and lay on his back, playing a scoundrel.

Mo Ran hugged Maomao's neck, and lowered his voice: "The old man called you? Let you go home and confess?" I understand, you old bastard, this house is not rented for me, it is rented for yourself, in order to avoid your old man, right?"

Lao Liang shook his hand at her, and smiled evilly: "Mo Xiaoran, don't feel guilty, father and son are enemies in the previous life, my father and I are this way, I can't look down on what he does, he can't look down on what I do, everyone has been looking down on each other for more than 40 years, it has nothing to do with you." ”

"The financial analysis report on the acquired company has come out, and there is a small error in the financial department's report, which will be handed over to you after correction tomorrow, so you can start. Mo Ran said to him.

"Mo Ran, you've worked hard for the past two days, so many bad things have happened, and you have to help me do things, don't push yourself too much, remember that you are a woman, go shopping when you have time, beauty and beauty, health or something, the company's business is a pastime and don't take it seriously. You, who have been raised by the Americans, are too independent in everything, and always want to rush forward alone, which is really unreassuring. ”

Lao Liang turned over and muttered indistinctly.

"What? Beautiful and healthy, Lao Liang, you have something to say, this is disgusted with my acne and fat, isn't it?" Mo Ran lowered his head and wiped the eye feces from the corners of Maomao's eyes, and replied to him angrily.

Lao Liang snored heavily on the sofa, and he fell asleep.

Mo Ran hugged Maomao, looked at the sleeping child-like man in a daze, and sighed softly. She actually forgot that he had been waiting outside the hotel for most of the night last night, and had prepared today's press conference, so he should have not slept all night.