As soon as he sat down, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.
The servants stood stiffly one by one, not daring to let out a loud breath.
Just as Li Chang walked in, what he saw was Mu Ran sitting carelessly on Wen Zichen's chair. His complexion changed drastically immediately, and he said in a panic: "Child, you"
Wen Zichen waved his hand directly, interrupting Li Chang's words.
Li Chang stuck all the words in his throat for a moment, but he was extremely surprised in his heart.
The president is not angry?
Because of the CEO's appearance and status, there are many women who attract his attention. Once, in order to attract the CEO's attention, a woman washed the jacket that the CEO had forgotten and went downstairs to the company to "encounter" the CEO. .
However, the president threw the clothes handed over by the woman into the trash can with a smile on his face, and the woman was also driven out by the security guards.
But¡¡
This kid?
Li Chang hesitated for a while.
Mu Ran unceremoniously took the chopsticks and started eating.
He has been hungry this morning!
In the last life, he passed it on after his death, although he lived happily in the second half of his life.
but!
When people are old, there are many things they cannot eat
The moment Mu Ran ate the braised pork in his mouth, tears filled his eyes, and he felt that the happiness of life was like this.
Wen Zichen sat beside Mu Ran.
Mu Ran focused on the food wholeheartedly, pretending not to see him.
It feels bad to be ignored.
Wen Zichen narrowed his eyes, stretched out his slender arms, and took off the black hat on Mu Ran's head with his bony hands.
Mu Ran was a little reluctant to swallow the braised pork in his mouth, he hadn't eaten enough yet
However, the character design that should be maintained still needs to be maintained¡ª¡ª
Mu Ran tilted his head, his obsidian-like eyes stared straight into Wen Zichen's hazel eyes, which seemed to be wrapped in spring breeze: "Give me my hat."
Mu Ran's tone was very bad, and his delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned.
While speaking, he stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Wen Zichen.
The original owner is fifteen this year and has just been promoted to the first year of high school, but he looks very good-looking, like a boy who came out of a comic.
His hands are also very good-looking, with a youthful air, the hands of a young master whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water.
However, no matter how Mu Ran plays the rebellious young man of the original owner, he is only fifteen years old after all.
In front of the 23-year-old Wen Zichen, his aura has already weakened by more than half.
Wen Zichen's pretty lips moved slightly: "What's your name, kid?"
Mu Ran sneered coldly: "I said this uncle, if your father asked you to pick me up, would he tell you my name?"
Mu Ran withdrew the hand that wanted the hat, stretched out his long arm, and the white arm exposed outside the black T-shirt hung danglingly on the back of the chair.
Wen Zichen's eyes darkened with that fair and somewhat excessive milk complexion: "Child, you should call me brother."
Mu Ran leaned his head back, and rolled his dark eyes: "Who are you? Why should I call you brother?"
Having said that, Mu Ran stood up abruptly, and went upstairs feeling cold and dry.
Wen Zichen's knuckles were still holding a black hat, and the knuckles were slightly whitish. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com