"Only this once, I will take the initiative to send him back to the Su Mansion in two days, and it will definitely not affect the development of feelings between you and the child." She spoke, reassuring.

Hearing this, Su Zhengxiao raised his eyebrows, and there was obviously a reluctant look on his face; "Impossible! I have to take him back to the Su Mansion now. ”

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

His sensitive but cautious feelings were naturally felt by Tang Xiaoran, and in an instant, her heart hurt.

Su Zhengxiao insisted on not taking a step back, so she was the only one who stepped back.

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

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

The despair in Tang Xiaoran's heart was indescribable, she couldn't fight him, and she couldn't take him away, even if he was the son she gave birth to.

Her heart was being torn apart little by little, she suppressed the pain of not being able to breathe, squatted down, and sorted out Jing Xuan's clothes; "I'll pick you up in a while, okay?"

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

"I didn't prepare anything you like to eat this time, so when you come over next time, I'll make you your favorite food." Her voice was a little suppressed, trying to make herself sound calmer, but there was still a slight tremor at the end.

The mouth was closed aggrievedly, and the tears were about to fall, Jing Xuan stretched out his hand and wiped it indiscriminately.

Su Zhengxiao stood beside the two of them, taking in his look and reaction, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes moved, and then he said; "It's okay to have a meal tonight."

Tang Xiaoran's hand was slightly stunned, and she instantly understood his words, and as soon as she changed her depression and discomfort, she took his little hand and smiled; 'Let's go. ”

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

At the moment when the two left, they didn't even look at Su Zhengxiao, let alone say hello.

A flame rose up in his heart, and Su Zhengxiao cursed in his heart angrily, he might as well not say that!

The car gradually moved forward, blocking the way of the two, and he did not look very good-looking, a little irritable, and more impatient; "Get in the car!"

Tang Xiaoran said directly; "You go slowly, let's take the bus!"

"I have something to do for a while, I don't have time to pick him up, I will take him back to Su's house after dinner, get in the car if you want, and give up if you don't want to!"

As long as she can get along with the child, whether the time is long or short, she is willing, let Jing Xuan give way to the car first, she reached out and held the bag tightly, and looked at the Bentley that was parked in front of her and exuded a bright luster, and there was no next move.

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

She hadn't thought about getting into his car, let alone with a dirty bag at this time, and she hadn't even thought about getting into his car.

Saying that, she stood on the side of the road, fastened the bag tightly, and waited for the taxi, seeing this, Su Zhengxiao's expression was cold, and her eyebrows continued to squint upward, after all, she was impatient, she pushed the car door and walked over, and was deeply affected by the bag that directly snatched her, and dropped a sentence in a gloomy voice; "What a hypocrisy!"

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

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

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

Sitting in the back seat, Jing Xuan climbed into her arms, as if he was afraid that she would drop him, his small two arms wrapped around her neck, hugged her tightly, and refused to let go.

The car went all the way, there was no one in the car to speak, Su Zhengxiao drove, Tang Xiaoran stared softly at the child in his arms, stroking his hair.

The place where she lives is not close, and it is not very clean, sitting in the back seat, she can also see Su Zhengxiao's eyebrows almost wrinkled into Sichuan characters, but she doesn't pay attention to it.

Looking for a good place, the car stopped, Tang Xiaoran got out of the car with Jing Xuan in her arms, she walked slowly, after all, her feet were unstable.

There is no elevator in the community, it is all stairs, and she can no longer carry it when she goes up to the third floor, letting Jing Xuan go by herself, and Su Zhengxiao follows behind her with a disgusted face.

Walking into the room, Jing Xuan had already spontaneously sat at the table and said very well-behaved; "Mom cooks porridge, I do my homework."

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

The room was very small, Su Zhengxiao was tall, and when he walked in, he felt that half of the room was suddenly missing.

In such a simple and dilapidated room, Su Zhengxiao's eyes swept back and forth, looked at it, and then landed on Tang Xiaoran who was not far away.

How did she live in such an environment?

Outside the hallway, it's dirty and smelly, and occasionally the smell of urine that makes people feel disgusting comes into the nose, which is the owner's place?

The room was very clean and tidy, and there were a few pots of flowers, and there was no pungent question when I walked in, but a faint mint fragrance.

What's more, there is no place for him to sit down in the room, and Su Zhengxiao can calmly tear open the hanging curtain as if he is in his own home, and sit directly on the *.

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

Tang Xiaoran boiled eight-treasure porridge, Jing Xuan liked to eat it the most, and also chose some dishes, while boiling porridge, she made fried mushrooms with green vegetables, shredded pork with green peppers, and sweet potato stew, which tasted very fragrant.

After a while, when the meal was ready, she turned around and returned, whispering to Jing Xuan; "Clean up the table and eat."

Nodding, Jing Xuan cleaned up the homework book in three or two clicks, found a rag, wiped the table, and when Tang Xiaoran was serving the meal, he ran over again and took the initiative to serve the meal.

Su Zhengxiao watched faintly, when he was in Su's house, he was either on a hunger strike or crying, where did he look like a human being like 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 and transparent person.

Jing Xuan likes to eat very much, the chopsticks in his hand have not stopped, Tang Xiaoran is serving him vegetables, and keeps blessing him to eat slowly.

It is precisely because the room is not big, so this time it is full of fragrance in the room, which makes people smell it and can't help but move their appetite.

Su Zhengxiao's dinner was the same as Jing Xuan's, and he didn't feel hungry just now, but there were bursts of hunger at this moment, and his stomach was still ringing.

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

Hearing the sound, Tang Xiaoran turned around and saw Su Zhengxiao standing there serving porridge, her brows furrowed, but she looked at it twice and then withdrew it without any emotion.

For such a move, Su Zhengxiao never thought it was shameless and cheeky.

Sitting down at the table, he tasted a few of the dishes she cooked, which were delicious and homely.

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

Tang Xiaoran was not conniving at his casual actions, but felt that there was no need to speak to him.

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

Jing Xuan didn't know how to do some questions, Tang Xiaoran sat beside him, explained to him softly, and taught him.

Su Zhengxiao leaned lazily on the * behind him, feeling that such an atmosphere was just right, not too deserted, and not too lively.

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

Tang Xiaoran still wanted to spend more time with Jing Xuan, so he didn't call him, and asked Jing Xuan if he was doing during this time.

In this way, time passed quietly, and in the end, Su Zhengxiao was awakened by a nightmare, and at night all these years, he would always repeat the dream of Zuo Qingrou's death, including her appearance when she died, the tragic situation, and her eyes that she did not close before she died.

Maybe Su Zhengxiao didn't understand that Zuo Qingrou's death had formed a dream demon in his heart.

He had that dream again, his forehead hurt very much, he was groggy, he sat up with his body propped up, and his fingers couldn't stop kneading gently.

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

With a stretch of his shoulders and a casual hook over his blazer, Jing Xuan was already asleep, in Tang Xiaoran's arms.

Su Zhengxiao walked over and reached out to take Jing Xuan, subconsciously, she was reluctant to hold the child in her arms tightly.

He was long, and he was hunched over at this time, so close to her, that she didn't look at him, but avoided his actions.

There was a disdainful snort between his snorts, and his arms were inserted into her arms as soon as he was forced, and at this time, Tang Xiaoran suddenly raised his head, and the foreheads of the two slammed together.

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

Tang Xiaoran neither let go nor moved, and maintained Fang Cai's posture.

Her strength was greater than expected, Su Zhengxiao's body bent down a little more, and the strength on her arms also increased.

Just as his body continued to lean downward, Tang Xiaoran suddenly moved backwards, his body hanging in the air without support instinctively fell forward, and his thin lips brushed her cheeks impartially.

Soft, moisturized, and slightly cool, this is the feeling that remains on his lips.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes became deeper, but Tang Xiaoran continued to retreat, and his voice was low after all; "If you don't want to wake Jing Xuan up, it's best not to move again, do you think you can keep him tonight if you don't let go?"

The last sentence really poked into Tang Xiaoran's chest, and she was stunned and let go.

The light of his eyes swept over her in a deep and shallow manner, and Su Zhengxiao took the suit with one hand at will, covered it on Jing Xuan, who was already asleep, and took him away.

Tang Xiaoran didn't send it again, she stood by the window, watching Jing Xuan being taken into the car from a distance and disappearing, and her heart was full of pain again.

Jing Xuan was placed in the back seat, his body was still covered with a suit, the heating in the car was on, and the temperature was neither high nor low.

Rubbing his fingers over his lips, Su Zhengxiao's eyes narrowed as if he didn't seem to have any, and then there was a dead silence again, and he couldn't see the slightest ups and downs.

I'm the lovely divider********************************

Early the next morning.

Tang Xiaoran was packing up his things, he sold some yesterday, and there were still a lot of things left in the bag, a lot.

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

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

What she is good at is indeed drawing, and the profession she wants to find is also art painting, drawing works, not being a cartoonist.

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

She went to the company, the company is very large, and it is also a very well-known company, and the salary is not low, and she does not plan to miss it.

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

Since there is a formal company, there is no need to go to the stall, and the rest of the stuff she kept is useless, and when she went to the place where the stall was set up, she handed over her bag to a middle-aged woman with a relatively large grade.

"Not really?" The middle-aged woman was sweating all over her forehead; "Look, your business was pretty good last night."

"Don't put it down, find a job, start going to work tomorrow, you keep these things, sell them." Tang Xiaoran said.

It's useless for her to keep those things, there are not many people who set up stalls here with good living conditions, so she can earn some money while she can, and when the assistant police come, she has to give people roses and leave a lingering fragrance like running for her life.

"It's good to be young, unlike us, since we have found a job, we will work hard." The middle-aged woman sighed, and the wrinkles on her face deepened a few more, obviously suffering from the years and hard life.

The time was not early, Tang Xiaoran took the bus back home, and when he was cleaning up, he accidentally touched something.

She swept out the keychain, and inside was a photo of Zuo Qingrou, which 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, painful, tortured, and like crazy, she couldn't find an outlet.

But now, she can be very calm, and she can no longer appreciate it.

At this time, there was another knock on the door, Tang Xiaoran got up, walked over and opened the door, unexpectedly, someone was holding her waist, Jing Xuan looked at her with round black eyes; "Mom, I still want to eat your porridge."

She was still stunned, and there was another figure behind Jing Xuan, it was Su Zhengxiao.

She immediately retracted her thoughts, turned around, and walked in with Jing Xuan, without going to the toilet all the way, Jing Xuan naturally couldn't stand it at this time, holding her legs, slowly moving forward, and running into the bathroom in a few steps to solve her physiological problems.

Su Zhengxiao accidentally glanced at the photo on the table, as well as the scissors placed next to him, he stared at Tang Xiaoran, lifted his lips and smiled coldly; "What, still want to destroy it? Thinking about shredding? ”

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

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

Quietly staring at his protective actions, Tang Xiaoran smiled, very light and cold; "You think too much, I didn't have such qualifications when I was Mrs. Su, and now I'm a stranger, who she is has nothing to do with me, so why bother to cut it again? Also, you may not know, in fact, I am very afraid of death, the last time I inadvertently broke her photo, you almost pinched me to death, I have palpitations for a long time, this time where do you dare to look for death with a cheap hand? ”

What she said was light and light, and it was nothing that fluttered lightly, 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 look that day were vivid, her words cursing Zuo Qingrou, and the look that wanted to ruin her.

Tang Xiaoran was in a calm state of mind, and even at this time he was still smiling indifferently, but he was very alienated and strange; "Actually, it's nothing more than very simple, as your wife, sometimes resentment, naturally there will be jealousy and hatred, before the divorce you have strangled those hatreds, but in a sentence, you thought I was not worthy of resentment because of those things, and now in my place, they are not worthy of my resentment......"

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