Ze Zhixun got up very early today, and Xie Lan must have been working very hard recently, so he took the initiative to take on the job of making breakfast.

The man put on his apron and stood on the edge of the stove, flipped the fried egg in the frying pan, and couldn't help but yawn. The yolk in the frying pan is shiny and looks very attractive.

Ze Zhixun felt that the time was almost up, so he put out the fire, carefully shoveled out the fried eggs in the pot with a spatula, and then put out the boiled rice porridge.

He seemed to be satisfied with his masterpiece, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

On a cold winter morning, Beichen was reviewing his books in the study as always. He stood in front of the bookcase, and the English words in his mouth were very gorgeous.

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The boy stands straight, which is a unique habit when he endorses, naturally he is not comfortable sitting at the desk, but it is not easy to fall asleep when standing, so the effect of this endorsement is naturally good.

Outside the window is a unique winter scene, with snowflakes falling from the sky. But Bei Chen didn't have time to take care of these, the young man's dark eyes were fixed on the textbook for a long time, and there was indescribable concentration in his eyes.

He Beichen's room is large, with a multi-compartment bookcase, a mahogany desk, and a soft and comfortable round bed.

He seemed to enjoy the best configuration among his peers, but for some reason, the boy's face still looked so melancholy. It seems that all this is not what he He Beichen wants, and he can't help but start to miss the life in his old home.

In recent days, He Beichen locked himself in the study as soon as he came home, and he refused to step out of the room except for daily washing.

The young man's stubborn performance was not unnoticed by his mother, but Xie Lan didn't want to deal with him at all. Most of the time, she only focuses on her own personal well-being, and as for other things, it seems to be dispensable in her eyes.

Ze Zhixun had already brought breakfast to the dining table, the man unbuttoned his apron, he paused, and looked a little helpless.

He told himself that even if he couldn't accept Bei Chen's birth anymore, now he was also his stepfather, "Lan Lan, Bei Chen, come out for dinner, Lan Lan ......" The man's voice was a little louder.

At that time, Xie Lan was lying lazily on the double bed, she was lying on her back, and she didn't look like anything at all.

The hair was slightly messy on the side of his face, but he faintly heard Ze Zhixun's scream, and couldn't help but turn over. The woman's brow furrowed slightly, she struggled a little, but she didn't want to get up.

"Lanlan, get up quickly, don't sleep, it's time to be late for work." Ze Zhixun urged her again, but Xie Lan, who has always been strong in the eyes of men, is no different from a child.

She will be coquettish, and she will also lie in bed, in short, the child has it, and the woman who was married home by herself seems to have it.

"Hmm." Hearing the word "late", Xie Lan's cheeks became a little more helpless. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Last night, I was even more busy late because of the lesson plan, and even though I woke up, I still had an indescribable tiredness. Although Xie Lan hated such a state of life, he couldn't change anything.

The urging voice of her husband Ze Zhixun was still faintly heard in her ears, "Hurry up, Lanlan, it's already six o'clock, don't be lazy, no matter how lazy you are, you won't have time to eat breakfast." ”

Under the threats of her husband again and again, Xie Lan finally got up from the bed. "Oh, I'm coming." The woman's voice was still soft, and she still looked like she couldn't wake up.

She walked out of the bedroom with her hair disheveled, the first button of her pajamas still open, and she smiled at him rather casually with a pair of sleepy eyes open.

"Why did you wake up so early today?" The woman didn't bother to wash up, and sat down at the dinner table.

"Me." Ze Zhixun pursed his lips, he was as young as when he was a student, but the words he said made people have an indescribable warmth.

"I'm not looking at you always working overtime these days, and it's too hard to get up and make breakfast, so I got up early." A man's words are lightweight, but it's not so easy to really do.

Ze Zhixun is also a person who loves to lie in bed, and the reason why he can get up so early is also the result of being tortured by the alarm clock many times.

In his own company, everyone knows that Ze is always a ruthless person, his words and demeanor reveal an unapproachable indifference, and when he reprimands his subordinates, he has no affection at all.

It's just that to Xie Lan, the man behaved so differently, he personally picked up the peanut butter on the bread for the woman, and handed it to her a little gently.

Xie Lan smiled at Ze Zhixun, in such a cold winter day, Ze Zhixun would always bring her a kind of warmth from the heart. She took a slight bite of the bread he had baked especially for her, leaving a small bite mark on it.

Ze Zhixun sat on the side and carefully observed Xie Lan's face, to be honest, this was the first time a man had baked bread. It seems, it's just a trivial matter.

But for Ze Zhixun, it was not so simple, so he was even more afraid that he would mess up this little breakfast.

"Is it delicious?" Ze Zhixun looked at Xie Lan's slightly ruddy little face, and inadvertently became a little more gentle, "Is it delicious?" ”

The man's voice was warm and magnetic, which was not his way in the company, often yelling at his employees.

"Well, yes, I like it." Xie Lan pursed his lips, his voice slightly shy. She hadn't spoken like that for a long time, but Xie Lan liked it a lot.

She held the warm bread in her hand with an indescribable joy, when she was in her twenties, she always liked to pursue those flashy things, but now Xie Lan has obviously changed her taste, and she cherishes this small but certain happiness more and more.

"Do you like it? If you like, I'll make it for you every day. It's not that it's flamboyant, Ze Zhixun really thinks so.

He sat dumbfounded and looked at her, in fact, the man was not interested in breakfast at all, but it was Xie Lan's cute look when he chewed the bread that made her feel very content.

At that time, Xie Lan greedily filled his mouth with a look of enjoyment. Actually, Xie Lan doesn't like to eat bread. It's just that he did it, and she seems to be extremely greedy.

Ze Zhixun looked at her with a doting face, and couldn't help reminding on the side, "Lanlan, don't worry, eat slowly, and no one will rob you." ”

He said and pointed to the small white bowl in front of her, "Drink rice porridge, don't choke, I've been boiling for a long time today." ”

Xie Lan nodded quite obediently, she brought the small porcelain bowl to her mouth, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but stop, probably because the bread hadn't been swallowed yet.

The woman's voice couldn't help but be a little indistinct, "By the way, what about Beichen, why didn't he come out to eat?" Xie Lan's eyes inadvertently widened.

Ze Zhixun looked a little embarrassed, to be honest, until now, when he and his stepson appeared at the same dinner table, he still felt uncomfortable.

But since Xie Lan had already mentioned him, he was embarrassed to avoid it any longer. "Beichen, Beichen, come out to eat." Although the man was a little reluctant, he had to pretend in front of his wife.

It's ridiculous to think about it, they have eaten more than half of breakfast, and they only found out at this time that there was still one person not served.

Ze Zhixun finally put down his shelf, but no one paid attention to him, which inevitably caused some loss.

"Beichen, Beichen, come out to eat." Seeing that her husband's words were useless, Xie Lan planned to go into battle in person.

At that time, He Beichen's legs were a little sore, but he was still holding an English textbook in his hand, and he had no intention of resting at all.

The boy also knew that his mother had called him many times, but he didn't intend to pay attention to her. I have to say that He Beichen also has a temper, and he feels more chilled about his family.

After shouting a few times and not seeing Bei Chen come out, Xie Lan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and the good mood given by Ze Zhixun was also dissipating little by little.

"He Beichen, asked you to come out for dinner, did you hear that?" The woman naturally didn't know that Beichen at this time no longer took what she said in her eyes. He had a completely indifferent attitude towards Xie Lan now.

But He Beichen is also stubborn, he just pretended not to hear. No matter what, he didn't want to sit at the same table with Ze Zhixun to eat, the last time he beat him, Beichen still has palpitations.

It would have been fine if Beichen had been young, but now that he has grown up, every pain in his body will be transformed into a young rebellious mood.

But Xie Lan is not a good temper, how could she give up, looking at the breakfast made by Ze Zhixun on the dinner table, the woman suddenly lost her appetite, she suddenly stood up, but Ze Zhixun was startled.

I saw Xie Lan go up the stairs and walk towards He Beichen's room. Walking to the door, Xie Lan couldn't help frowning, and knocked on the door of the boy's study quite hard, his tone overflowing with motherly intentions.

"Beichen, what are you doing? Came out to eat. Xie Lan's voice had an indescribable sternness.

This time He Beichen spoke, he knew that he would be very rude if he was silent, "You eat first." I have no appetite. The young man replied lightly.

In fact, Beichen's stomach was already a little hungry, but in any case, he didn't want to have breakfast with Ze Zhixun, so he would rather be hungry.

Xie Lan is not worthy of other mothers, she is definitely not used to He Beichen's bad habits, "You don't have an appetite, do you?" Okay, then you don't have to eat lunch. ”

The woman slammed out a sentence, and couldn't help muttering in her mouth, "This kid is getting more and more excessive now." You have to be fed to your mouth when you eat, really, depending on how long you can be stubborn. Xie Lan walked down the stairs without annoyance.