"It's a good place." Feng Moran went to the bedroom to take a look, immediately occupied the master bedroom, closed the door and refused to talk to her again.

"Ranran, would you like something to eat?" She stood in the doorway, calling softly.

"There are cookies, leave me alone."

"Then you don't want to go to class?"

"You go and give me a month off!"

She sighed, and the hand that wanted to slam the door fell.

She hadn't turned on her phone in the afternoon, and now she didn't want to turn it on, there wasn't a single call she wanted to answer, and there wasn't a single text message she wanted to read.

She just wants to spread out in bed and run away from everything.

Open the refrigerator, a neat row of beer, take out a bottle, and stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The lights of thousands of homes, the little starlight are all stories, a few joys and a few sorrows.

She simply spent three days with Mo Ran, and took him to school to ask for leave first, and the teacher happily agreed, just asking him to come to the exam on time.

Only then did she know that her son had long been the first in the school, and absenteeism was a common occurrence for him.

"Feng Moran's mother." The teacher pushed down his glasses: "There is a classmate who wants to meet him, is it okay?" ”

A little girl with big eyes came in outside the door, and as soon as she saw Feng Moran, her eyes turned red, and she walked over with a pout: "Why don't you tell me if you don't go to class?" ”

"Forget." Feng Moran frowned: "If you tell you, you will shed tears, it's too annoying." ”

"Here's my phone number, can you send me a message if you're okay." The little girl handed him a crumpled note.

Feng Moran put his hands firmly in his pockets, and without looking at her, the air seemed to freeze.

Li Jinjin hurriedly took the note and said with a smile: "I'm his mother, I must ask him to send you a message back." ”

When the two of them left the campus, she breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her son's head twice: "You have peach blossom debts at a young age, and you look average, why don't I see where you are liked?" ”

He flashed two steps to the side: "There is no money at home, what do you plan to live on?" ”

"Don't you want to be so cruel..."Li Jinjin muttered, "What do you think I should rely on to make money?" ”

"I told you a long time ago, draw comics!"

Yes, the original owner has a great talent for painting, but he doesn't paint the kind of sunny, flowery cartoons, most of them are dark, no one dares to tell him, and after getting married, he is afraid that Feng Lei will find out and stop writing.

"How do you know I can draw comics?" She had never shown herself to her son.

Feng Moran glanced at her: "With a smart son like me, you can't hide any secrets from me!" ”

"You draw a few and give it to me, and I'll help you run it."

In the previous world, she was worried about everything, but this time she finally has a son who can help, which is simply too worry-free.

He opened his bag, which contained a laptop and tablet, as well as a few hard drives.

"This is all we have."

bought a hand-drawn tablet and a computer, and when the two of them arrived home, the fragrant meal was already on the table.

"I'm sorry to let you two come over by yourself last night." Song Meng walked out with a bowl of meatball soup: "My child is too noisy, I really can't help it." ”

"It's good to have food!"

Glancing at his son, he said hello and went back to the room with a calm face.

"The older your son is, the cooler he is." Song Meng lowered his voice: "At a young age, his aura is terrifying, I don't dare to talk to him." ”

"I don't know who to follow."

"How's your family?"