Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Jiang Xibao hugged Liang Yuran and walked around the living room in a panic. From time to time, his legs would bump against the piled debris.

"Put me down!"

Ugly is no longer enough to describe the expression on Liang Yuran's face at this time.

"Put...where?"

Jiang Xibao also wanted to find a place to put it, but the living room was too messy! !

Breathtaking chaos! ! !

"sofa!!!!!"

Liang Yuran said this almost with gritted teeth.

"..."

Jiang Xibao looked at the living room with a blank expression.

Where is the sofa...?

Liang Yuran pursed her thin lips into a tight line and pointed in a certain direction in the living room.

“That’s actually a sofa???”

Jiang Xibao's eyes suddenly widened with surprise on his face.

So disgusting, how on earth did he do it?

She thought it was a mountain of garbage! ! ! !

"..."

Liang Yuran only felt a buzzing in his temples now, and he didn't want to discuss his sofa problem with this short winter melon at all.

Jiang Xibao walked over and carefully placed Liang Yuran on the so-called sofa.

There was only the sound of clattering in my ears...

"..."

"..."

Jiang Xibao watched helplessly as Liang Yuran slid to the floor along with the pile of 'garbage' on the sofa!

A thud.

Liang Yuran's face was expressionless, and he began to completely abandon himself.

He didn't speak, and Jiang Xibao didn't dare to speak either.

Just looking at the beer cans, red wine bottles and spirits bottles all over the floor makes me feel uncomfortable...

And that garbage...

After thinking about it, Jiang Xibao turned around and walked back to the kitchen, looking for wet wipes from the shopping bag.

When he returned to Liang Yuran, although he hesitated a little, he still squatted down.

He took out a tissue and slowly wiped the white sticky yogurt on his face.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Her mind went blank at the time, so she forgot to control her strength.

"..."

Liang Yuran said nothing.

"Don't be angry."

After wiping it thoroughly, Jiang Xibao folded up the used wipes and carefully threw them into the trash can...

should……

Is it a trash can?

"That's a fish tank!"

Liang Yuran snorted coldly and finally spoke.

"..."

ah?

Why is the fish tank placed next to the sofa?

Jiang Xibao felt that he really couldn't understand the life of rich people.

He just looked down at this man with long arms and legs casually slumped on the colorless floor.

There is a lonely look on the cold face...

——Yesterday was the death anniversary of his mother.

quite a while……

Jiang Xibao stretched out his hand to cover Liang Yuran's head.

He imitated the way his mother comforted him when he was a child, gently rubbing his hair.

"Don't be sad."

Jiang Xibao tilted his head and spoke to him, with a warm smile on his fat little face.

"I'll make something delicious for you."

………………

The curtains were still closed.

The room of several hundred square meters was airtight, and Liang Yuran sat on the ground with long arms and legs.

But a strong aroma came from the kitchen.

Jiang Xibao was cutting preserved eggs on the chopping board very quickly, and the rice porridge was already rolling in the pot.

The lean meat jumps with it.

I wanted to subconsciously put the ingredients I just bought in the refrigerator, but when I thought about the things in the refrigerator...

Jiang Xibao shivered instantly.

It's better not to.

"Do you have any taboos?"

Jiang Xibao poked his head out of the kitchen and cautiously 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.

I walked back to the pot and sprinkled the preserved eggs that I had cut before, and the aroma instantly filled the air.

Although it was very rude at first.

but……

Mr. Liang seems to be a good boy!

The fourth update on December 25th, the update is completed today. Although it's a little late, Merry Christmas.