Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 901: : Don’t be sad
Jiang Xibao walked around the living room in a panic with Liang Yuran in his arms, knocking his legs against the pile of debris from time to time.
"Put me down!"
Ugly is no longer enough to describe the expression on Liang Yuran's face at this time.
"Where...where?"
Jiang Xibao also wanted to find a place to put it, but the living room is too messy! !
Amazing chaos! ! !
"Sofa!!!!"
These words, Liang Yuran has already said almost gnashing his teeth.
“…”
Jiang Xibao stared blankly at the living room.
Where's the sofa...?
Liang Yuran pursed her thin lips tightly into a line and pointed to a certain direction in the living room.
"That turned out to be a sofa???"
Jiang Xibao suddenly widened his eyes with a look of surprise.
It's so boring, how did he do it?
She thought it was a mountain of garbage! ! ! !
“…”
Liang Yuran now only feels that the position of his temples is buzzing, and he doesn't want to discuss his sofa with this dwarf melon at all.
Jiang Xibao walked over and carefully placed Liang Yuran on the so-called sofa.
There is only the sound of clattering in my ears...
“…”
“…”
Jiang Xibao watched as Liang Yuran sat on the floor with the pile of 'garbage' on the sofa!
Boom.
Liang Yuran was expressionless and began to completely enter a state of self-defeating.
He didn't speak, and Jiang Xibao didn't dare to speak.
Just looking at the beer cans, red wine bottles, spirits bottles all over the floor is uncomfortable...
And the rubbish...
After thinking for a while, Jiang Xibao turned around and walked back to the kitchen, and found the wet wipes from the shopping bag.
When he came back to Liang Yuran, he squatted down even though he hesitated.
Draw out a tissue and slowly wipe the white, sticky yogurt on his face.
"I didn't mean to."
She just went blank and forgot to control her strength.
“…”
Liang Yuran said nothing.
"Don't be angry."
When it was completely wiped clean, Jiang Xibao folded the used wipes and threw them into the trash carefully...
Should...
Is it a trash can?
"That's a fish tank!"
Liang Yuran snorted coldly and finally spoke.
“…”
Huh?
Why is the fish tank placed next to the sofa?
Jiang Xibao felt that she really couldn't understand the life of the rich.
Just looking down at the man, slumped on the floor where no color can be seen.
The cold face has a lonely look...
——Yesterday, it was his mother's death anniversary.
Half sound...
Jiang Xibao stretched out his hand to cover Liang Yuran's head.
Like when his mother comforted him when he was a child, he gently rubbed his hair.
"Don't be sad."
Jiang Xibao tilted his head to speak to him, and a warm smile appeared on his fat little face.
"I'll cook for you."
………………
The curtains remain closed.
The room of several hundred square meters was airtight, and Liang Yuran sat on the ground with long hands and feet.
There is a strong aroma in the kitchen.
Jiang Xibao cut the preserved egg on the chopping board very quickly, and the rice porridge was already tumbling in the pot.
Lean meat jumps with it.
I wanted to subconsciously put the ingredients I just bought into the refrigerator, but when I remembered those things in the refrigerator...
Jiang Xibao shivered instantly.
It's better not to.
"Do you have anything to eat?"
Jiang Xibao stuck his head out of the kitchen and carefully asked Liang Yuran, who was still sitting there.
“…”
It took a long time before two cold words came out of his mouth.
"Good."
Jiang Xibao retracted his head with a smile.
Sprinkle the sliced preserved eggs before walking back to the pot, and the fragrance fills the air instantly.
Although it was rude at first.
But...
Mr. Liang looks like a good boy!