"Wang Ran, next time you give your brother less face, if he pulls you like this, you will slap me in the face, and my mother will help you bear it."

Wang Ran just listened, if he really did that, can he and his brother and sister-in-law still leave in the future?

Wang Ran was working in the room at night, the sound of typing on the keyboard, Wang's mother washed a few fruits, and even cut the strawberries, knowing that her daughter was busy with work, she packed it on a small plate, the same little bit, washed the haode blueberries she bought in the afternoon, she heard from others, pilots eat blueberries, can protect shili, you said that Wang Ran stared at the computer all day, and his eyes were okay?

put the plate on her table and sat on the bed by herself, originally wanting to talk to her daughter and talk about her boyfriend's problems, but Wang Ran never looked back, and was busy, so Wang's mother got up and closed the door of her room and exited.

Father Wang came back late, there is work at home today, and he is busy until now, his body is full of soil, and he took ashes outside for a long time, and went to wash his feet first after changing his shoes.

"It's late enough to come back, let's eat."

Wang's mother was preparing meals for her husband, and she was also blocked in her heart, so she told Wang Chao everything he did today.

"This kid doesn't know how to do it now, and he's getting out of tune, his boss is Wang Ran's?"

Father Wang just ate and didn't speak.

Xu Qiuhua laid out the quilt, and Wang Chao read the magazine over there.

"Did you notice something wrong with your boss?"

"What's the problem?" Wang Chao thought in his heart, what this woman said must be unreliable, listen to her? It's better to listen to your own farts.

Xu Qiuhua pursed her lips: "Why do I look at him as if he has fallen in love with our Wang Ran?" ”

Wang Chao was a little frightened.

"You can do it, people are big bosses who want money and money, what kind of woman can't find it, Wang Ran ......"

In Wang Chao's heart, what kind of woman does Zhang Liao want? It's more than enough to find a star, what does Wang Ran have in his family? Old girl.

He said that Xu Qiuhua's words were unreliable, and he threw the magazine aside, turned over and fell asleep.

Xu Qiuhua couldn't sleep, and he was thinking about Zhang Liao's expression and words at home every second, it's not easy to say, maybe it's really because he admires Wang Chao, so he also looked down on Wang Ran.

Sigh and go to sleep.

Wang's father came out of the bathroom at eleven o'clock, looked at the light at the door of his daughter's room, walked into the kitchen by himself, and found the milk for a long time, Wang's father is usually responsible for things outside the house, he rarely touches things at home, poured the milk into the pot and heated it and put it in the cup, pushed the door open, put the milk on the table at the door, and pulled out a long figure on the ground, Wang Ran didn't hear it at all in his engrossed work, she was afraid of sound, so she wore headphones, and Wang's father looked at it with a smile in his eyes.

For Wang's father, Wang Ran is a warm color in winter.

"Oh, what's wrong with Dad?"

Wang Ran felt as if someone was looking at him behind him, so he turned around and looked back, sure enough.

Dad Wang pointed to the cup: "You work, Dad won't bother you, go to bed early, good night." ”

Wang Ran nodded, his long eyelashes flashed, and he smiled at his father.

When I used to study, my father would bring her a glass of milk every night, but he would never call her, put it on the table at the door, and many times when she found out that the milk was cold, he walked over with his slippers, and picked up the cup, the temperature was just right, and it was warm in the palm of his hand.

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Wang Ran went to the experimental base, a lot of things to do, busy all morning, noon to catch his breath, don't want to change clothes, at night is estimated to sleep here, go back and toss back and forth can't afford toss, to his father to call.

"Well, maybe I won't go back, I still have things to do in the afternoon."

Wang's mother hung up the phone.

"Wang Ran's?"

Wang Liang pouted everyone to go out to eat hot pot at night, the box lunch was too tasteless, and he had to eat enough to work first.

"You're in for a treat?"

Wang Liang smiled: "No problem, let's go together." ”

Wang Liang looked around, only to find Wang Ran inside, and shouted without going in: "Wang Gong, let's go eat hot pot together." ”

"Go ahead, I won't go."

Wang Ran couldn't help but say that she really had a lot of things to do and couldn't get out.

Observe every process of the new tomato variety, others can walk away, she can't walk away.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the phone rang, Wang Ran was still observing the newly bred varieties, picked up the phone, and straightened his waist.

"Well, what's wrong with Dad?"

"You're still in the old experimental base, aren't you?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"You come out, your mother doesn't worry about you, ask me to send you something to eat, I'm afraid that you won't eat well, you come out."

Wang Ran ran out with his clothes on, his eyes became unusually bright and slightly wet inside.

What time is it? How did the father come here?

Wang's father said that Wang's mother was not worried about Wang Ran, but in fact, he was not at ease, and he drove for more than two hours to bring food to his daughter, looked at the person who ran out, opened the car door by himself, and the sound of the car door.

"Dad, you are really ......" Wang Ran looked at Wang's father with some complaints, where could she not know her father.

The smile on my father's face was the purest pale color.

"You have to eat well, otherwise you will have stomach problems, take it in, remember to wear more clothes in the cold weather at night, okay, I'll go back."

Wang Ran remembered that when he was in junior high school, he read an article written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing, who was the father who wrote it.

Holding the thermos bucket, he stood in place, motionless, standing for a long, long time, until he could no longer see his father's car, his father drove two hours away in order to bring her a meal, Wang Ran carried the thermos bucket in, unscrewed the lid, the soup inside was still steaming, she took the spoon to her mouth, her lips were a little burned, and her heart was burned at the same time, and her eyes were hot.

There is a faint pain in the body.

Father's love is like a beacon, giving her hope and courage, and her father is the object that the mountain can call her to rely on, and she can hug and cry or smile and coquettish.