paranormal relationship

"How old is this year?" Du Yun moved his hand to his head and began to stroke it gently. From the first glance, she couldn't help loving this child, "He looks so cute."

"16 years old." Hearing Du Yun's praise and gentle tone, Mu Xiran suddenly felt that this auntie was very kind, so he stopped being nervous and relaxed a lot.

Du Yun put down his hands, and said with a deeper smile, "One year younger than Zi Ruo."

When Han Ziruo heard his mother praise Mu Xiran for being cute, he began to complain in his heart: What is cute, I think it is dull, and it has nothing to do with being cute.I don't know if his every move is just pretending, or if he really has that shy and shy personality.

Du Yun stopped talking nonsense, and before leaving, he asked: "You guys come down to eat later, I will cook myself."

"Auntie, go slowly!" Mu Xiran hurriedly yelled when Du Yun closed the door, and Du Yun smiled at him kindly, and closed the door behind him.

At this time, Mu Xiran seemed to see his mother's smile on Du Yun's face. The two smiles overlapped, and a strong feeling of missing his mother suddenly surged in his heart. The feeling of missing his mother became more and more intense, and his chest was oppressed. I was so uncomfortable that I was almost out of breath, and tears began to glisten in my eyes.

He tried not to let the tears well up, and reached out to wipe them away.

Han Ziruo looked back at him while pressing the keyboard: "Aren't you tired from standing?"

The tears were wiped more and more, and could not be stopped, Mu Xiran didn't want others to see his tears, so he opened the door and went out.

In fact, there is also a bathroom on the second floor. Mu Xiran didn't know it, so he ran downstairs and rushed into the bathroom like the wind.

Han Jun, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and watched Mu Xiran run into the bathroom. From the way he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, he could imagine that he was crying. Does this child miss his parents again?

When it was time to eat, four people sat around the square table, Han Jun and Du Yun sat together, Mu Xiran naturally sat with Han Ziruo, and the four of them faced each other in pairs.

Han Ziruo was used to sitting alone opposite his parents. This time there was Mu Xiran next to him, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't look at anyone, but just kept eating, picking out his favorite food.

Han Jun put down his chopsticks, cleared his throat, and didn't have time to pay attention to Du Yun, who was looking at him sideways and biting his chopsticks, showing a surprised expression and eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

Mu Xiran also put down his chopsticks, first raised his eyes and glanced at Han Jun quickly, then moved his gaze to Du Yun's face, and then turned back to Han Jun's face, waiting for his next words.

"Ziruo, I'll eat later. I want to announce something now." Han Jun stared at Han Ziruo who was only immersed in his own world and didn't respond, and said slightly angrily.

What is more important than his meal?Although thinking so in his heart, Han Ziruo obediently put down his chopsticks and looked up at his father with a somewhat impatient expression.

Han Jun moved his eyes away from Han Ziruo's face, fixed on Mu Xiran, and then said, "Xiran is the son of a friend of mine. Because of something in his family, the child has no one to take care of him, so he may have to stay with us for a while." Time, as for how long, it’s uncertain now. I hope everyone will get along in harmony in the future, Xiaoyun..."

Speaking of this, Han Jun turned his head and said to Du Yun: "You can treat him as your second son from now on. This child looks obedient and well-behaved, and his temper is also docile. He is quite sensible. Do you have any objection?"

No matter how good his first impression of Mu Xiran was, Du Yun couldn't immediately absorb Han Jun's words. What is a friend's son? Treat him like a second son?Now it is impossible for her to be sure that what Han Jun said is really just because of Han Jun's one-sided words. Du Yun has too much incomprehension and doubts about Mu Xiran who suddenly appeared at home.

Why is a husband so nice to a friend's son?It's unclear how long they will stay. This kind of charitable activity of taking in people and raising sons for others, but Han Jun said it so lightly, he really regards himself as a great benevolent person.With all kinds of doubts in her heart, she can't be too direct in front of Mu Xiran. After all, the child is so young and looks so innocent and harmless, why should she say those hurtful words to embarrass Mu Xiran.

"I'll try my best." Du Yun's attitude was a bit perfunctory, and he spat out these three words reluctantly, then looked away, and started stirring the rice in the white porcelain bowl with chopsticks.

In fact, when Han Jun said this, Han Ziruo was already very upset. What is a second son?Why would a father treat a friend's son like his own?Does he have a secret, or is it Mu Xiran's identity...

Thinking of this, Han Ziruo stopped.

Han Jun silently stared at his son on the opposite side with an absent-minded and preoccupied look, and continued, "Ziruo, I hope you can treat Xiran as your own brother during the time Xiran lives in our house. Also, Xiran However, I have already entrusted someone to complete the transfer procedures, so you can take him to the school to report tomorrow."

Han Ziruo couldn't bear it anymore, his expression was very ugly, and his voice was like a thorn in his voice: "I don't have a younger brother, and Mu Xiran is not my younger brother either."

He was resisting his father's words in his own way. He just wanted to express his thoughts directly and didn't think too much. As for how Mu Xiran felt after listening to it, it was not in his consideration at that time.

Mu Xiran lowered his head, besides embarrassment, he felt a little uncomfortable. Han Ziruo spoke so directly in front of him.In fact, he could understand Han Ziruo's mood, but his way of expression made him a little hard to accept, and he felt that Han Ziruo's character made him difficult to get close to and get along with.

The atmosphere suddenly seemed to be full of gunpowder smoke, and the war was imminent.

Han Jun didn't refute his son's words, and he didn't continue to ask whether his son accepted Mu Xiran's younger brother's identity. He also knew that this kind of thing would be unacceptable to anyone for a while, and it still took time to get used to it.

"Okay, Xiran, don't take it to heart if you are self-sufficient. He is straightforward and has no evil intentions. If you want, you can also treat him as your own brother. After all, we are a family now, and we have to live with him." Get along with each other in harmony." Han Jun's voice has always been gentle and peaceful, with a tone of discussion and consideration, which makes people lose their temper when they hear it.

Mu Xiran didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, which was a response to Han Jun.

The meal was not enjoyable, at least two people were not in the mood, and the meal was naturally dull.

Time passed quickly, and it was around eight o'clock in the evening in the blink of an eye, and it was time to go to bed.

Han Ziruo was the first one to take a shower and ran to the room impatiently to play games, and the second one was Mu Xiran, who did it only at Du Yun's request.

Du Yun came to his son's room, opened the closet and looked through the clothes.

Han Ziruo kept looking back at his mother's actions, his heart was like a mirror, and he said angrily, "What are you looking for?"

"Find pajamas for Xiran. He just arrived and has nothing but yours. I'll buy him new clothes during the Chinese New Year."

Han Ziruo snorted: "You really listen to what Dad says and treat him like your own son, so what am I yours?"

Du Yun finally dug out a set of silver-gray thermal pajamas, took it out and closed the closet, turned around and smiled helplessly at Han Ziruo: "You are my own son, I know this very clearly, so you are eating Mu Xiran’s vinegar?”

Han Ziruo's attention had been taken away by the silver-gray pajamas in Du Yun's hands, and he turned pale with shock, "Mom, this is my favorite pajamas, and I only wear it once. What are you doing?"

Du Yun comforted with a smile: "Mom will buy you the same style again, and I will wear this one for Xiran. I'm leaving!"

Saying that, allowing Han Ziruo to roar with anger one after another, Du Yun put his pajamas on the door of the bathroom unmoved, and reminded Mu Xiran who was taking a bath: "Xiran, I Leave the pajamas at the door, remember to wear them when you come out."

"Oh, thank you, Auntie..."

Mu Xiran's heart warmed, and he didn't know what to say other than gratitude.

After taking a shower, Mu Xiran put on Han Ziruo's pajamas, which fit them very well, but they were a little loose. When he came to the living room, Du Yun said to him: "There was originally a bedroom on the second floor, but No one lives there and has not been cleaned. Now it is winter and the weather is cold, so you and Zi Ruo can live in a room together, and it will be warm if you sleep together. Go up, don’t catch a cold.”

When Mu Xiran heard that he wanted to live in a room with Han Ziruo, his legs started to feel weak when he was still sleeping together, and his whole body became weak. He was really afraid of Han Ziruo, and he didn't want to sleep with him at all.

Under Du Yun's urging, Mu Xiran walked up to the second floor with difficult steps, and knocked on Han Ziruo's door.

"Who?" Han Ziruo's vigilant voice sounded.

"I..." Mu Xiran became nervous for no reason. Now, as soon as he thought of Han Ziruo's expression, tone and attitude when he saw him, he began to feel uneasy.