Pastel Colors

Day1218:02

In fact, Songran can't be blamed for thinking about nothing.

The identity of Boubo's biological mother is a mystery, her appearance is a mystery, and the reason why she parted ways with Mr. He is also a mystery. She is also the character who has the best chance of killing her horse and winning her back.Songran's cherished small family has just been established, and the foundation is not yet stable. The two key partners only signed an oral contract over the phone. First, they have never met, and second, they have never had a fight. The revolutionary friendship is still in its infancy. , I can't stop the boss behind the scenes from coming, of course I will be afraid.

This time, after opening the skylight and speaking honestly, apart from Mr. He's guarantee, Bubu's mother's sexual orientation is also like a shot in the arm, allowing Songran to regain peace.

Moved away the mountain of "birth mother wins child" that weighed on my heart, Song Ran was overjoyed, and rushed through several manuscripts in an afternoon like chicken blood, each of which was exquisite and warm, which was remarkable.In the evening, he didn't even cook. He took Boob to have a meal with fried chicken and chips (which Mr. He strongly doesn't recommend) by bike, and he also went to Paragon to watch a Disney cartoon.

Bubu was so happy that he died, his cheeks were stuffed with popcorn, and he leaned over and kissed him fiercely.

"Brother is so nice!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, popcorn scum sprinkled down Songran's neck like rain.

At night, I went home and fed the cat, took a bath, and the two of them lay on the bed and read a story.After reading the story, Song Ran pretended to be interested, and tried to test Bubu: "Do you have a younger sister?"

"Yes!" Bubu nodded proudly, "My sister is pretty, if you have a photo, I'll show it to you if you don't believe me!"

Before Songran could say "I believe it", he jumped off the bed and ran out of the bedroom with his bare feet.

"You don't wear shoes!"

Song Ran was furious, stooped to pick up a pair of slippers on the ground, and ran after her.Budoudou lay on the sofa with his paws in his mouth, calmly watching them run across the living room one after the other.

Finally, the slippers were put on and the photos were brought.

Bubu crawled into Songran's arms, and showed him the photo - the lake and the pier as the background, two long-haired girls in wedding dresses sitting by the water, hugging a little girl carved in pink and jade, and beside them There was a loyal and handsome big golden retriever wearing a top hat and a small bow tie on his stomach.

Bubu pointed to the little girl and introduced: "This is my sister, Ashley. Her hair is golden and her eyes are blue. Does she look good?"

"It's beautiful." Song Ran praised from the bottom of his heart, "It's very beautiful."

Bubu was very useful, and proudly said: "Of course, she is my sister!"

"Yeah, Boo Boo's younger sister is the most beautiful."

Song Ran cooperated to make him happy.

Then, Boob pointed to the two girls in the photo: "This is my mother, this is Ashley's mother, they got married last fall, in Oakland."

As He Zhiyuan described, Lu Jin is a beautiful oriental beauty, with almond eyes, smoky eyebrows, and a gentle and pure temperament - both sides have such excellent genes, no wonder the little Bubu born is so popular.The Irish girl next to Lu Jin was much brighter, she showed her eight teeth in her smile, and her chin was raised slightly, looking enthusiastic and gorgeous.

Their looks are pleasing, but Song Ran can't like them.

He thought that if they had made the right choice and didn't deceive He Zhiyuan, he would have liked them a little more—even if it was because of this deception that Boo Bu could come to this world.

Song Ran admits that he is a vengeful, his mind is as small as a pinhole, and he is not as generous as He Zhiyuan.In other words, he was not strong enough to stand on a high ground and be tolerant to each other like He Zhiyuan.He Zhiyuan chose to shake hands and make peace, maybe it was for the innocent Ashley, maybe he wanted to keep a harmonious "parental relationship" for Bubu, or maybe it was really calm and calm, and he didn't care anymore.

But he can't.

When he thought of the word "deceitful", he felt like a stick in his throat - the man he admired, the partner he was holding hands with, was badly deceived, insulted and used during the time when he was not acquainted with him. intolerable.

"Brother?" Boob stretched out his hand and poked him, "Did you hear what I said?"

He came back to his senses in a trance: "What's wrong?"

Seeing that he was absent-minded, Bubu shook his head like a grown-up, showing a helpless expression: "I just said, they took wedding photos, so we can take them too! Take a picture like this and send it to mom, okay?"

Song Ran's spirit was lifted, and he slapped his thigh loudly: "Okay!"

This trick to relieve hatred, it works!

Bubu was frightened by his overreaction, leaned back slightly, and raised his hand in a daze: "Then I... I want to wear a small suit!"

"Okay, little suit." Song Ran held the child's armpits, hugged him, and kissed him, "Boob is so clever!"

Bubble giggled happily.

Song Ran looked at the way he was smiling, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He glanced left and right, lost in thought: Bubu is indeed good-looking, but this kind of good-looking is not Wenxiu, nor classical, it is clearly the sharpness and handsomeness of boys.

He grabbed the photo, carefully compared the facial features of Bu Bu and Lu Jin, and found that there were only one or two similarities.

So, the remaining eighty-nine points are like Mr. He?

Thinking of this possibility, Song Ran became uncontrollably excited, his eyes brightened, as if he had shoveled out bright gold with a shovel, or turned on a kilowatt spotlight.

He asked Boob, "Do you look like Daddy?"

Bubu nodded and said, "Yes, many people say that my father and I are very similar!"

"Then... then your father must be very handsome, right?"

Songran stared at Bubu intently, unable to hide the glint in his eyes and the upward curve of his lips. His posture was like an addicted lottery player pinching lottery tickets and squatting at the lottery. He could only raise his arms and shout: handsome, handsome, handsome!

Putting his chin on his little hand, Bubu glanced at his spineless brother: "Ask knowingly."

You have painted it all, and you asked me if I was handsome.

Humph.

When Songran heard this, he was so excited that he put his hands on Bubu's shoulders and asked eagerly, "You have pictures of your mother and sister, and you must have pictures of your father, right? Show me?"

"No!"

Boo Boo flatly refused.

He promised his father that he would never reveal the photos to Song Ran's brother, the reason is unknown.The promise between father and son must be kept firmly, so he threw himself on Songran's neck playfully, and said sweetly: "Brother just look at me, I really look like Dad!"

Song Ran pouted in disappointment.

He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, looked at Bubu's small face, and tried to reconstruct Mr. He's face in his mind through his infinitely rich imagination.

Unexpectedly, the more he looked at it, the more weird he felt.

This kid...why does he look familiar?

When a person is lucky, he can solve a shocking case by picking up a strand of hair, but when he is reciting words, the son with highly restored facial features stands in front of him, and he still can't remember who his father is.

Song Ran searched hard for the little clues, but was no match for the cunning of the truth. In the end, he couldn't remember the reason, so he had to attribute the "familiarity" to the fact that he had been with Bu Bu for too long, rather than resembling a certain acquaintance.He whetted his appetite by himself, his heart itched like an ant crawling, and he was too embarrassed to ask Mr. He for photos, so that night, Songran suffered from insomnia as expected.

While he was losing sleep, on the fifth floor of an oval glass building on the other side of the ocean, someone walked through the corridor, tapped the frosted door of the CEO's office three times, and then pushed it open.

"Good morning!"

Carl Kraus looked up to see who was coming, stopped working, leaned back comfortably, leaned back in the chair, and greeted happily.

He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand: "The remote control."

Without asking why, Carl opened the first drawer on the right, took out a remote control the size of a lighter, and threw it in the air.The remote control drew a smooth arc and fell into He Zhiyuan's palm precisely.

He Zhiyuan lowered his head and pressed a few times, and the blinds by the window slowly lowered to the bottom, the blades rotated, the light in the office changed from bright to dark, and a white wall opposite brightened up, showing the operating system interface.He cut into his cloud account, where there were many files, and the top one was a video uploaded just 5 minutes ago.

The total duration is 14 minutes and 18 seconds.

He pressed the play button, then approached Carl in a few steps, turned around and leaned leisurely on the edge of the desk, crossed his long legs, and gently placed the remote control on top of it.

Carl watched with interest without asking a word.

This is an unedited original video without noise removal or background music. There are plenty of sunshine, floating leaves and green plants, small glass fish tanks, ceramic vases, and seven or eight elegant animal cards in the picture.

Vibrant colors with a cool tone.

The protagonists of the video are a young man who loves to laugh and a lively child.They should be cleaning and doing their own things, but they are also very close. They have maintained frequent interactions during the process, hugging and rubbing from time to time, looking at each other and laughing, and laughing and laughing.

The third protagonist is a beautiful big puppet.

It has to be said that it has a very sense of the camera. It always likes to pace to the center of the picture, lying on its side unexpectedly, revealing its white and fluffy belly, and spreading its four little paws to bask in the sun.If the lens moves away, it will get up at the fastest speed and find the center of the lens accurately again.

"What's this?" Carl asked. "You're looking for someone's new footage?"

He Zhiyuan played tricks and didn't answer him directly, but just said: "Let's evaluate objectively."

Carl then watched it intently for dozens of seconds. After careful consideration, he sat up straight and gave a very positive affirmation: "Adults and children are very photogenic, intimate, and interact naturally without any trace of performance. From the impression Said, it feels better than the actors I found before. And this cat... this cat fits so well, the camera sense is surprisingly strong, it is incredible to do this without editing-you go Where did you find the actor?"

He Zhiyuan smiled lowly and said, "This is Boo Boo."

"Boob?!"

Carl couldn't believe it, grabbed the remote control and played the video backwards, freezing at a certain frame where Boubo showed his face.He stared and pondered for a while, finally recognized the child's appearance, and immediately sighed: "The change is too great, I haven't seen him for more than a year, and he has grown into a handsome boy—wait a minute, this, Is this taken by your Q7?"

He looked at He Zhiyuan in surprise.

"Well, my home."

He Zhiyuan nodded, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

Carl remembered that there was another protagonist in the video and wanted to ask who it was.Suddenly, he caught a special feeling from He Zhiyuan's overly gentle expression.He was slightly taken aback, looked He Zhiyuan up and down, continued to play the video, and let the screen freeze on Songran's face: "Then what about this one? Zhiyuan, who is this handsome gentleman?"

He Zhiyuan looked back at him, and smiled calmly: "Boyfriend."

"Wow!" Carl whistled in admiration, pushed away the chair and stood up, walked around to the table, hooked He Zhiyuan's neck and pulled it towards him, "Beautiful bend! Welcome to the rainbow group!"

He Zhiyuan accepted the enthusiasm calmly: "Thank you."

Carl added: "Congratulations on getting out of the shadows. After five years, you are finally in love again."

He Zhiyuan's smile froze.

He knew that Carl was joking, but he solemnly pulled Carl's hand away, turned his head, and looked at him very seriously: "Again, I have never had a psychological shadow. I am single because the angel has never descended."

Carl looked stunned by lightning, opened his mouth wide, glared at him for ten seconds, then clicked his tongue and said, "I really shouldn't have criticized you for not being romantic enough... just this one sentence, I promise, you just need to face him." If you say it, he will be hard enough to explode."

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Actually, I have a more romantic idea."

Carl's interest increased greatly: "What idea?"

"If you are willing to take risks with me, this press conference will be in my session..." He Zhiyuan said word by word, very clearly, "I want to use this video instead."

Carl instantly turned into a stone sculpture, and it took a long time to recover from the shock, and sighed: "My God, you must love him very much."

Song Ran has been very irritable these days.

April [-]th was getting closer and closer, and he was excited for "I'm going to see Mr. He" for a while, and worried about "what to do if I see the light and die" for a while, and his emotions fluctuated like an electrocardiogram of a myocardial infarction.

Of course, there is more excitement than worry.

He hurt Chunsi, daydreaming all day long, and when he woke up in the morning, he always hoped that Mr. He was lying beside him.Whether eating, writing, or going to the toilet, the mobile phone is always close to me, and I glance at the screen every few minutes for fear of missing the call.Once in the middle of taking a shower, the bell rang outside, he didn't even bother to cover the bird, and rushed out to answer the phone in a hurry, almost being bumped by Bubu.

He Zhiyuan also wanted to spend more time with him, but the press conference was approaching, and the material was changed temporarily, so there were too many things to deal with.The flirting phone call every night was shortened from one hour to half an hour, and then to a quarter of an hour.

Even in this short quarter of an hour, he still can't miss it.

Song Ran never saw a real person in the first place, and even magnetic voices have become a scarce commodity these days, facing a cut-off at any time, the whole person is seriously dissatisfied with desires, nestled on the sofa with a pillow between them and rubbed wildly.

"In heat?"

He Zhiyuan heard his voice was hoarse and soft, so he guessed it right.

Song Ran was shy and silent.

"I can't come back yet, what should I do?"

"What, what, what to do? If you don't come back, why are you teasing me? Why don't you just tease me to death!" Song Ran was ashamed and annoyed, cursing the street with a ripe tomato face, "You are not human, you The boss is not even a human being, calling people to work overtime all day long, does he have no sex life himself!"

Indeed not.

He Zhiyuan really wanted to say that his boss was himself, but Ke Songran was scolding so much that it would be embarrassing to put it bluntly, so he had no choice but to swallow it back.

After Songran complained about the "non-existent boss", the anger was exhausted, and Xiao Songran reluctantly softened in his crotch.

He called stickily: "Mr. He..."

He Zhiyuan: "Huh?"

"Mr. He..."

"Ah."

"Mr. He..."

"..."

He Zhiyuan smiled dumbly: "You'd better take a cold shower."

Song Ran refused and continued rubbing the pillow.

At the end of the phone conversation, when the phone was about to hang up, the pillow was almost wiped off the line.He Zhiyuan remembered that the crucial matter hadn't been mentioned yet, so he said, "Songran, our company will hold a product launch event tomorrow morning and open the live webcast, are you interested in watching it?"

Song Ran lost interest: "All in English?"

"Yes."

"What about the subtitles?"

"I'm afraid not."

When Song Ran heard it, she became even more downhearted: "My English is not good, so I must not understand."

"It doesn't matter, the content is not profound, and most of it can be understood by looking at the screen." He Zhiyuan said softly, "Are you really not interested in the results of my more than ten days of overtime work?"

Song Ran thought for a while, and a funny thought came to his mind, and he said with a smirk: "Tell me the truth, is it because the Internet popularity is not enough, and you want to pull me into the head?"

He Zhiyuan didn't explain, and accepted the charge readily: "Yes, we urgently need your click support, so you have to stay online the whole time. When the press conference is over, I will call you to spot check the key points."

"Workaholic."

Song Ran muttered softly, turned over with her arms around the pillow, and lazily said: "Okay, I'll see."