Since being adopted by the female president

Chapter 228 Consciousness
Gouzi seems to have found the destination of life this night.

After eating and drinking enough, he followed Xiaohong every step of the way. I remember that he did this when he first came home, but after being kicked by two women one after another, he realized the reality.

"Xiaohong, you can eat some of these snacks."

Weak friends came to the house, and Mo Wanggui generously took out his own snacks, and the various coffee tables couldn't fit.

"..."

Xiaohong rubbed her belly in embarrassment.

Want to eat, but can't eat anymore, why can't people have two stomachs?She always felt that her back was quite useless, if only she could replace it with her stomach.

"Thank you sister."

She reluctantly pushed away the snacks and turned her head away: "I can't eat any more now."

"If you can't eat it, I'll take it away with you tomorrow!"

Mo Wanggui seemed very forthright, but then he revealed his true nature and looked at the time on his phone in embarrassment: "But it's getting late now, do you want to go upstairs to take a shower and sleep?"

Xiaohong nodded obediently, and Zhang Fanruo also turned off the TV when he saw this, and looked at Mo Wanggui: "Miss Xiaohong is still young, sister Mo, you can wash with her."

"It's ok, a child of this age needs an adult to help wash it." Mo Wanggui had a little joy on his brows, laying the groundwork for the future without any trace.

Xiaohong is a few years older than Fanwei,

After this time, next time she helps Fanwei wash, Fanwei should have no reason to refuse, right?

Thinking of a certain child sitting in the bathtub with his head down and embarrassment written all over his face, Mo Wanggui couldn't suppress the smile no matter what.

'What the hell is this man thinking about? '

Looking at her smile, Zhang Fanruo already guessed ninety-nine out of ten in his heart, and turned his head upstairs speechlessly. Now he is not a poor kid who just came to Mo's house and was unable to refuse Qin Wantai's excessive demands.

Now he's fledgling!
The abbreviation is that the wings are hardened, and no one except the future wife will want to see his naked body.

Boys take a shower very quickly.

After Zhang Fanruo took a shower and changed into pajamas, he went to Mo Wanggui's room and waited patiently for the two people taking a bath in it. After a while, the two girls, one big and one small in pajamas, also came out and looked at the person sitting by the bed. For him, Mo Wanggui was an accident first, and then a deep surprise.

I can't wait...

Alas, it's my sister's hard work, she looked at Xiaohong beside her embarrassedly: "Let's go, it's time to go to bed, my sister will take you to the next room."

"it is good."

The two did not walk a few steps.

Mo Wanggui turned back and said, "Fanwei, you just wait here, I'll be back later."

"...It's okay, I'll go and have a look."

Zhang Fanruo evaded her with vague words, and after Mo Wanggui made the bed for Xiaohong in the next room, he cleared his throat and said, "Sister Mo, go back to sleep first, I haven't talked to you for a long time. Miss Xiaohong had a chat."

?

That's not how the script is written.

What about sleeping together at night?Mo Wanggui thought about it for a while, and found that...she seemed to have not had time to discuss it with Fanwei!How can that work!Didn't she buy things for nothing if she didn't come? !

"This……"

Mo Wanggui couldn't think of anything to persuade the child to change his mind, so he could only look at him pitifully: "Then you will come back later, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Zhang Fanruo, who was in a hurry to send her away, responded casually. When she was pushed out the door, Xiaohong was already lying on the bed, half of her face was exposed under the quilt, and she looked at him and asked in fear, "Fan Weak, are you going to tell us a story again?"

"..."

This sentence also revealed one of Zhang Fanruo's previous black history. When he was still in the orphanage, because all the children slept in one big room, they were always so energetic that they couldn't fall asleep at night, and jumping up and down affected the sleep of others.

At that time Zhang Fanruo came up with a good idea.

Whenever there is a child sleeping dishonestly, he will use a low and gloomy voice to tell some ghost stories he made up in the dark dormitory. The protagonists of the stories are some mischievous children who don’t like to sleep at night. Every time the story was told, there was no sound in the dormitory, and all the children were obediently curled up in the absolutely safe quilt, not daring to make a sound for fear of attracting the attention of monsters.

Xiaohong was also one of the victims.

"Don't worry, I won't tell a story this time."

Zhang Fanruo didn't go up either, so he found a chair underneath, and reached out his hand to adjust the light in the room to the mildest mode. After thinking for a long time, he saw that Xiaohong was almost sleepy with her eyes closed, so she asked, "What are you doing?" Are you tired from playing today?"

Xiao Hong braced herself and nodded.

"We came out this morning and went shopping in the supermarket (mall) for a long time. Uncle took me to dinner at noon. In the afternoon we went to the amusement park. I played on the carousel, bumper cars, and watched a short movie..."

For Xiaohong, who lives a regular and boring life, today is undoubtedly a novel day. She has truly seen the wonderful side of the world, and it is destined to be unforgettable.

But as she spoke, Xiaohong's interest quickly dropped, and she added listlessly at the end: "But then I saw many adults and children came. I took a few more glances, and my uncle asked me what's wrong." , I said nothing, he didn't seem to believe it, and didn't say much after that..."

"..."

Zhang Fanruo was also a little speechless at this moment.

He thought about it for a moment, thinking about whether it was better to have a family of his own when he was a child, for a child like Xiaohong, or the life he arranged for them.

"Miss Hong."

He decided to ask the question clearly at this moment, so as not to leave regrets in the future: "If you could find your family like me, would you leave Dahualian them?"

"..."

This question instantly penetrated Xiaohong's brain.

The originally lost face was full of confusion, one side was the place where she lived since she was a child, and her friends and the dean were by her side when she was just sensible, and the other side was something she had never experienced, but just hearing the name gave people a feeling. A very reassuring...family?
Xiaohong couldn't make a decision.

But for some questions, at the moment of hesitation, the bottom of my heart has actually given the answer in disguise.

Zhang Fanwei felt a little melancholy,
But there was a sense of relief.

Frankly speaking, because of the "lessons" of the previous life, after having the opportunity and ability in this life, he always wanted to arrange a completely different path for the children in the courtyard.

The Mo family is rich.

And when he grows up, he will become richer. He can completely replace the support given to them by the family, so that they can go on the road of seeking medical treatment and education in a stable way, and the food and clothing are not weaker than others, but he too neglects the ability of a family. impact on children.

He himself is the best example.

Although meeting Mo Wanggui and Qin Wantai is extremely lucky and highly unlikely in his eyes, but he can't just use the experience of his previous life as a sample to apply to all the children. People have to have a choice opportunities, even if they are not mature enough to have the opportunity to choose.

"I know Miss Hong."

Zhang Fanruo stepped forward to tuck the quilt up for her, and said softly, "Stop thinking about this problem, it's time to go to bed, and I'll take you for a run when I get up tomorrow."

Xiaohong looked at him and nodded.

The moment he turned around and was about to go out and touched the light switch, another soft voice came from behind him.

"Weak..."

"Ok?"

Zhang Fanruo stood at the door and turned around.

"Principal, painted face, slug, and you, Sister Ari..."

Xiaohong counted the names of the children and aunts in the courtyard very carefully, not missing a single one. Zhang Fanruo stood at the door and listened patiently. With a trace of entanglement and pain: "You are also my family, right? The dean told us that the courtyard is our home..."

this moment,
Zhang Fanruo quickly understood the source of this child's pain, which was probably a dilemma. The answer in her heart had already told her what she would choose, but she felt guilty towards everyone in the courtyard, and even thought it was a kind of betrayal.

This is the beauty of children...

Zhang Fanruo was a little emotional, and after not thinking for a long time, he gave his own answer: "The courtyard is indeed our home, but we children always grow up, just like other children, we always have to leave our parents Going to university, going to work, it doesn’t matter how far you fly, as long as you stop and remember to come back and look, if you ask the dean, the dean will definitely answer me, Miss Xiaohong, if you have the opportunity, the dean will definitely answer me. The boss will be very happy for you to fly out, and so will we."

"..."

Xiaohong listened ignorantly, these words were not easy for children to understand, but he was the one who said these words, Zhang Fanruo, who had already faintly had the prototype of an idol in the hearts of the children in the courtyard, it seemed as if he said these words With a reassuring force.

"I see……"

"Then sleep, I will call you tomorrow."

Gently closing the door, Zhang Fanruo exhaled slowly.

In his heart, he was a little rejoiced, glad that he had the opportunity to find Xiaohong and ask these words today. If it was another child who met an adoption object he thought was unsuitable, he might tell the dean his concerns, and now he would The dean who fully listened to his opinion would most likely pass him off.

But the person who came was Xiaohong.

On the one hand, it is the preference in his heart, and on the other hand, it is the promise at the beginning, so Zhang Fanruo always thinks about this question from time to time after returning from the hotel.

He promised to help Xiaohong find her father.

There is always a lingering tinge of guilt about unkept promises.

'Zhang Fanruo, Zhang Fanruo, you have to start repenting now. '

'What you want to do is to help others, not to force others to arrange their lives, even if you have the ability, even if you think it would be better, but you lack the qualifications, you can arrange only yourself, fortunately, no big things happen. wrong……'

Zhang Fanruo is like a devout believer who prays to the idol.

While he was purifying his mind, there was a demon hovering on his only path.

"Fanwei, you're back."

A voice suddenly appeared in the dark corridor. Zhang Fanruo was not scared to death because he had passed the test of mentality. What are you doing here so late at night?"

"Wait for you."

Mo Wanggui's voice sounded like a woman waiting for her lover to return, pushing the door and staring at the wind and snow, her voice was a little melancholy: "You said you would come back, but are you going in the wrong direction? Or are you lying to me? ..."

"..."

Zhang Fan, who was a little guilty, said stubbornly: "Can I go back to the room to get something? Sister Mo, you have a bad habit of insisting on sleeping with you. You'd better get rid of it as soon as possible."

"I don't want it every day."

Mo Wanggui's tone was even more sad: "When mom was at home, I didn't have two days a week. Now that mom is on a business trip, you still don't want to. Do you just want to sleep with mom, Fanwei?"

It really is.

After all, Qin Wantai's body is hot, not to mention how warm it is under the blanket in winter.

But how to say such a thing?
You can think so in your heart, but you must say: "No, don't talk nonsense, I just feel that I have grown up, and I can sleep alone long ago."

Mo Wanggui didn't listen to his excuses, but focused on the core: "Then are you going to sleep with me tonight?"

"..."

The words are so clear, when will Mo Wanggui understand the soberness of the twisted melon is not sweet?

Ah, forget it.

Zhang Fanruo walked into her room resignedly, the thirsty melon was fooled, Mo Wanggui threw the melancholy in his heart for a second, returned to the room, and when he lay on the bed, he took out a book from the side, which read The big characters of Andersen's fairy tales.

"Let me tell you a story tonight."

Mo Wanggui was holding the book in his hands, and his tone was soft as if he was pinching it. Although Zhang Fanruo was uncomfortable hearing it, he cared more about that book.

"...Sister Mo, when did you develop the habit of telling people stories?"

"This afternoon... don't you want to hear it?"

Mo Wanggui shook the book, and raised his tone a little: "Don't you think the image of a child lying on the pillow next to him with a peaceful face and an adult telling him a story in the middle of the night is very warm?"

"..."

Zhang Fanruo really couldn't understand it.

After all, he has always been the one who tells stories to others, and the atmosphere of the process really has nothing to do with the word "warmth"...but it's whatever she says, anyway, it's not him who tells the story.

"Then tell me."

Zhang Fanruo closed his eyes peacefully as she said.

At the moment, only the bedside lamp is on in the room, creating a sufficient atmosphere. Although the beginning was a bit reluctant, Mo Wanggui is convinced that the ending will be good, so he opened the first page of the story.

"First story, the ugly duckling."

Mo Wanggui looked at this story, which is well-known to the world at best, and bad at the worst, and he frowned dissatisfied and said: "Too many people know this story, and you probably know it too. I will give it to you." You can change it."

"..."

Zhang Fanwei was too lazy to make a sound.

"The little match girl... I guess you know this too, Snow White... What a bad street, red shoes? Few people have heard of this, but it doesn't seem to have a good meaning."

Mo Wanggui muttered to himself while turning the pages.

Zhang Fanruo endured it at first, but in the end, when Mo Wanggui saw that he had been silent, approached him in a low voice to ask him if he was asleep, and stretched out his hand to push him, Zhang Fanruo couldn't help it.

　In one day, there were four more cuts on my hand, it is really difficult to raise a cat...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)