Are you crazy? I became the secretary of the school beauty's mother!

The night was late.

It was late at night.

It was the best time for in-depth communication.

Go through the window or the door?

For Qin Ran, who had the [Master Lock Picking] technique, this was not a choice.

But how could his ink treasure lock the door?

Qin Ran opened the door lightly, like a top master of Qinggong.

Even the voice-activated lights were not alarmed.

Qin Ran turned the handle slowly like the minute hand of a clock.

"Da"

The door opened.

There was only a gap open enough for a person to barely pass through. Qin Ran squeezed into the crack like a cat and walked to the bed quietly.

The room was dark.

Qin Ran squatted down and slowly got into the quilt.

Mo Bao slept well today.

A familiar fragrance entered Qin Ran's nostrils, the scent of shower gel he liked.

The quilt was also full of the fragrance of Mo Bao.

Qin Ran gently kissed Mo Bao's forehead.

He wanted to wake up the sleeping Su Qingmo in a gentle way.

So as not to scare his Mo Bao.

"Mo Bao" did not wake up.

But Qin Ran was frightened by the "Mo Bao" in front of him and almost rolled off the bed.

After his eyesight was strengthened and he adapted to the darkness, Qin Ran found something wrong.

I'm going to die!

Qin Ran's pupils trembled, his whole body tensed, and he got out of bed and slipped away at a slower speed.

The movement was lighter than when he came, only his thumb was exerting force, but the speed of movement was faster.

After an extremely long three minutes, Qin Ran opened the two wooden doors that were related to his life and death, and finally returned to his room.

"Hu~"

Qin Ran exhaled slowly, his heart rate was off the charts!

It was so scary!

Why did something unexpected happen every time?

Qin Ran would never tell me what happened just now, even if he was beaten to death.

He would never tell me in his life.

Fortunately, nothing really happened.

.......

No words were spoken that night.

Qin Ran got up early, as if he had gone to bed early last night and nothing had happened.

After waking up, Qin Ran hoped very much that today was Monday.

Then he could go to work with Mo Bao and not have to face the other two women at home.

But today was Sunday, a day off.

Qin Ran got up and cooked porridge, made some side dishes, and made a plate of braised poached eggs.

Not only he got up early, but also Su Qingmo.

"Morning, Mo Bao." Qin Ran said with a guilty smile on his face.

Su Qingmo looked back subconsciously.

"Don't call me that."

"What should I call you? You can't call me President Su, right? How about Momo?"

"Forget it, just don't call me that in front of Xiaoyue."

Hearing the word "Xiaoyue", Qin Ran's body subconsciously tensed up.

"Is Xiaoyue still awake?"

"No, she's still sleeping. Let's eat first."

"Okay."

Qin Ran served two bowls of porridge, and Su Qingmo took two pairs of chopsticks to wash them.

Very much a tacit understanding between husband and wife.

"Mobao, what are we going to do today?"

"Wait and see, An Ke and Xiao Yue haven't gotten up yet."

"How about going out for a walk?"

"Shopping?"

"Shopping is fine, or go somewhere for a walk. It's a bit boring to stay at home."

Su Qingmo narrowed his eyes, "Boring?"

"No, how can I be bored when I'm with you, Mobao? I'm just afraid that they will be bored."

Su Qingmo continued to eat porridge, "Let's see what Xiao Yue thinks."

"Okay."

"Something's wrong with you."

Qin Ran's heart tightened, "What?"

"Are you trying to get rid of them?"

"Ah?!"

"It was really inconvenient last night. How about waiting until next week?"

"Okay."

Su Qingmo was a little surprised. This was not like Qin Ran's "style".

If it was before, Qin Ran would definitely bargain and say tonight.

But Su Qingmo didn't continue to talk about this topic, otherwise it would seem that she really wanted to "have it" today.

After finishing the porridge, Su Qingmo said, "I'll go call them."

She didn't call them just now because she wanted to have breakfast alone with Qin Ran.

She enjoyed this simple, warm moment.

It was just her and Qin Ran.

......

After Su Qingmo went upstairs, Qin Ran felt relieved.

But there was still another half hanging in the air.

An Ke would definitely not be willing to get up for breakfast, she just didn't have this habit.

Su Qingmo called her, but she slept.

Su Muyue had the habit of getting up early, so she woke up as soon as Su Qingmo called her.

But Su Qingmo found that his daughter was not in good spirits, with an abnormal blush on her face, probably because she was too stuffy last night.

"Little

Yue, did you not sleep well? You went to bed too late last night. Why don't you sleep a little longer? "

Su Muyue yawned and shook her head. She couldn't sleep even if she wanted to.

She got up and walked to the bathroom with bags under her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror in a daze.

Forehead, eyes, nose, lips...

Su Muyue shook her head vigorously and splashed a few handfuls of cold water on her delicate face.

The remaining blush on her face did not fade, but became more obvious, like a red apple.

Su Muyue washed up and went downstairs. When she saw Qin Ran on the sofa, she was shocked at first, and then she walked to the kitchen to serve herself a bowl of porridge as if nothing had happened.

After yesterday's "I don't eat duck meat" incident, Qin Ran no longer took the initiative to help Su Muyue serve porridge.

Just nodded and smiled, it was considered It was a greeting.

But Su Muyue ignored it and went straight to the kitchen.

Qin Ran was not depressed because Su Muyue did not respond, but half of the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

It was normal for Su Muyue to be cold.

Otherwise, something would really happen!

However, Qin Ran no longer paid attention to Su Muyue's expression when she ate porridge, otherwise she would definitely shout that it was not good.

Su Muyue had just taken a few bites when her face changed.

She stared at the back of Qin Ran's head for a long time.

It was not because of what happened last night.

But because the porridge in front of her tasted good and she was impressed.

The last time she came back to find the "letter paper", she also ate the same taste of porridge the next morning.

Very fragrant!

She thought her mother's cooking skills had improved, or that she had learned how to cook porridge.

Now she realized that it was not right.

The porridge that day was not cooked by her mother at all, but by Qin Ran.

Because only Qin Ran had such good cooking skills, her mother couldn't cook it.

Just upstairs, her mother also said "Qin Ran cooked porridge" and asked her to come down to eat.

Su Muyue knew why her mother said that on purpose.

It was to make her remember Qin Ran's kindness and give her time to be alone with Qin Ran.

But neither of them would have thought that she would discover something that was concealed through a bowl of porridge.

Su Muyue took a deep breath and tried to control her emotions.

Her mother lied.

The men's shoes she saw that night were Qin Ran's, not some godmother's.

And it didn't make sense to think about it carefully. Even for the mother's safety, the men's shoes should be placed outside, not at the entrance after entering the house.

Clayman concert, Miss Su, men's shoes, porridge of the same taste...

Everything is connected.

Su Muyue clenched the chopsticks in her hand, and the veins on the white back of her hand were faintly bulging.

It turned out that the three people had been lying to her as early as that time.

She foolishly believed it.

Su Muyue pressed the chopsticks on the table with a "snap" sound, and walked to Qin Ran angrily, with a pair of eyes full of uncontrollable anger.

"Qin Ran!"