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In the end, it was a girl who was brought home by Song Nuan and Su Changle.

It has been almost two months since he announced his love affair on Weibo, and Song Daxing, who was finally able to show his love openly and aboveboard, sat in the back seat with his lover directly, and asked the driver to drive his private car straight to Ailan Orphanage .

After all, he came out of here back then, and even though he was kicked out when he was halfway grown, he still had certain aspects of his complex.

People who grew up in this kind of place have not received good care since they were young. Although they cannot understand in a written sense what is the law of the jungle and what is the law of the jungle, their behavior is no different from that of immature adults.

Before they came, the dean and the nursing teacher had already released the news that someone was coming to pick someone up for adoption.

The children tacitly put aside their usual grievances and grievances for the time being, and cleaned themselves up as clean and beautiful as possible. They stood in a neat row with their little hands behind their backs, and all of them looked well-behaved and worry-free.

Except Jian Jia.

They finally decided to sign an agreement to raise the little girl.

He looks only five or six years old, but he is obviously the kind of kid who is big.

At that time, Song Nuan was squatting low and chatting with the children one by one, trying to meet someone who had a temper with her, and her expression was so focused that she didn't even notice a muddy naughty boy running out from other directions.

As a result, in the next second, she used her body as a weapon, and at the highest speed that her legs could free up at that age, she slammed down the toothless boy who was standing in front of Song Nuan, trying to manage his expression.

And he, as someone who was closer, was not immune to it, and the white shirt he was wearing was covered with several bean-sized mud spots out of thin air.

But how to say, the damage is quite uniform. From a distance, it is easy to think that the costume design is like this.

Su Changle, who was tall and leaned against the telegraph pole, looked at the scene thoroughly, and nearly spit out the water he had just taken in his mouth laughing on the spot.

"Little girl, tell brother why you did this?"

He also stepped forward and knelt down to ask questions, but the person he was facing was not the one who was 'interviewing' in front of Song Nuan just now.

The children in the orphanage are generally precocious. Seeing that adults are so interested in a companion, of course they understand that they probably have no follow-up hope.In twos and threes, while walking with pursed lips and shaking legs, they still didn't forget to bow their heads and spit. This is another typical case of trickery and success.

These days, some people like to be obedient and sensible, and some people like to attract eyeballs and make trouble. The audience groups of different people are different.

Therefore, every time someone with the idea of ​​adoption comes here, although most of the children choose to pretend to be good, but it is inevitable that there will be one or two who do not take the usual path, and then successfully attract the attention of their future parents.

Just like the one in front of me today, Su Changle rubbed the person's head as if he couldn't put it down; over there Song Nuan found the gray-haired old dean, watched him look through the roster for a long time, and said: "Her name is Jian Jia. "

The time Jian Jia arrived in Ailan was not too long, it was only a year with all her efforts.

Many children of that age have already remembered things, and they will not be like Song Nuan who has no memory of their biological parents. They have lived here since they can remember, although they are painful, they will not resent.

She was taken to this city by her mother and thrown away after she knew the warmth and coldness of people and experienced what it was like to live at home.

"Mr. Song, for the sake of our relationship, let me remind you that children who have experienced this kind of experience are difficult to raise, and they are no different from white-eyed wolves."

"She will always remember the feeling of being abandoned in her heart, so she won't have too much affection for the adopter. I suggest..."

Song Nuan frowned and interrupted the person's eloquence.

The old thing used to be able to do the shitty thing of driving underage children to the street, but there is no difference in this matter now, and his heart is still the same.

A person's temperament is three-pointed and seven-pointed depends on the parents. We are all flesh and blood people, so why bother to make such a conclusion about a child who is not waist-high.

"...how did we decide not to bother you."

Song Nuan smirked at the dean with the painted skin that had been honed several times in the circle, shaking her clothes, she also moved to Jian Jia's side.

It's just that he had just walked over when he heard Su Changle calling himself brother one by one like a wolf with a big tail, and kicked him immediately.

"Stupid, inferior."

He has never met such a small child since he grew up. He felt that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. face.

"...Call me father from now on."

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Song Nuan got into a long struggle about what surname should be given to Jian Jia.

But it doesn't mean that the two of them want people to take their surnames, so there is a dispute. The owner of the chain hot pot restaurant, Su Da, is so busy with the expansion of the store recently that his eyes are darkened, and he doesn't have the heart to get involved here.

What's more, he has no opinion on this, and thinks that both Su and Song are very good.

But Song Nuan is different.

He couldn't find his parents in the deepest part of his memory, and he didn't know how he got the surname he had used for nearly 30 years. Of course, it had nothing to do with blood inheritance.

Since he adopted someone else's little girl, he naturally had to be responsible, and he didn't want to make people like himself.

If it wasn't for Jian Jia's life-and-death refusal to have anything to do with her original family, Song Nuan wouldn't even want to be changed.

It's not easy to be a stepfather these days, and the first hurdle of getting a household registration is very terrible.

Song Nuanchou lost several strands of hair, and finally found Tong Yan from the address book, and pressed a call.

Facing such a man who just married a beautiful wife a few years ago and has a [-]-year-old boy with a successful career and family, he sincerely admires him, and he can only say that your captain is worthy of being your captain.

"Hey, what a big deal."

Tong Yan brought her son here after hearing the other party's troubles. Jian Jia's temper is a bit like a little adult. After bringing her back, she never looked at Huanshi in Ailan that day. She fell into autism facing the wall every day, and she didn't like to talk. Say one more thing.

But it may be that Captain Tong’s baby-sounding little doll is so alluring that Jian Jia’s eyes lit up the first time she saw him.

"If you want me to say, you can just let your daughter choose by herself. Is there any point in it? I haven't figured it out yet?"

Song Nuan, the boss, was worried, and watched Jian Jia quickly grabbing his younger brother's little hand with disinterest: "But how old is she, how could she be thoughtful. What if in the future..."

"There's nothing to regret about this thing."

Tong Yan guessed what he was going to say in the future, and answered the second half of the sentence smoothly, then blinked slyly at others: "What's the matter, are you still dissatisfied with yourself writing Song characters?"

"That's not it."

Today is the day when Nie Size participated in the live broadcast of the draft finals. One of the purposes of Song Nuan's appointment is to see what the BWP youngest debut night was like.

He has been paying attention to the development of the program all the time, and he also knows that Nie Size has always been in the top three and never dropped out, so joining the group should not be a problem.

Estimating that it was almost time to announce the results, Song Nuan got up and turned on the projector, watching and chatting with others.

"...It's just that I think this matter is very important. I don't want the children to think that we are too rash when they recall it later."

"If you ask Jian Jia what he thinks, he probably thinks you're dying."

Tong Yan obviously had the same attitude as Su Changle, she raised her head and stared at the screen not very interested, and said suddenly.

"Si Ze's votes are rising very fast... Maybe he will be number one in the end."

This program group is not the first year to engage in an audition. In the past, the No. 1 that fans spent money on will automatically become the captain, and this time is no exception.

Song Nuan followed her train of thought and glanced at the ticket counter, and nodded with some emotion.

"He has been silent for so many years, and fans have calmed down. After all, he has more roots than newcomers. It is normal to be number one on the list."

"really--"

After agreeing to his words, Tong Yan paused, spreading her hands a little helplessly.

"It's just like a person who knows how warm and cold the drinking water is. From a cared-for role in the team to the big brother in the new group, I don't know how he will adapt to this gap."

Tong Yan used to be the most used to him after BWP, the person who pampered him like a younger brother from the trainee period, even now he will be more biased in his heart.

Song Nuan squinted at the man's distressed look and wanted to laugh. She tapped the man's kneecap with her index finger and middle finger together, tilted her head and joked:

"When you took the adult college entrance examination a few years ago, how much pressure did you have? Why didn't you think how difficult it would be for you?"

He, the former captain, has been upright since he was a child. When he was a teenager, he did not study and danced hip-hop; when he grew up, he felt the importance of academic qualifications, and he went back to college in his thirties.

Anyway, he is a public figure, even if he is not so popular, it is inevitable that people will pay attention to his actions.

At that time, Tong Yan really seemed to have a sudden idea, and most people concluded that he would return without success, but it gave the black fans a lot of room to make things worse.

In these years of art, he has never put in less effort than others, but it is as if the heavens are deliberately testing, every step that Tong Yan takes on this road is so difficult.

"Why mention this all the time, anyway, the end result is good, Si Ze can't be sure whether it's a blessing or a curse."

He curled his lips and argued in a rather double-standard manner, then looked at Jian Jia and his son in a blink of an eye, and started to drag the topic back.

"Little girl, your father is not sure whether you like Song more or Su more. How about our baby take the initiative and tell him directly?"

"—I've thought about it a long time ago, and I'm just waiting for him to ask."

Jian Jia glanced at the two ordinary adults in front of her, and said slowly, "I think Su is good."

Song Nuan pouted and was a little puzzled, and asked another question.

"Why, obviously I'm free these days, so I spend more time with you."

The little girl fell silent, and it took a long time before she straightened her hand with a calm face:

"I think the hot pot is good. If the surname is Su, I should be able to inherit the hot pot restaurant in the future."

Song Nuan didn't expect such a reason for beating her to death. Seeing that the childish face over there was about to laugh, she twitched the corners of her mouth and couldn't help but add.

"...Silly boy, it has nothing to do with your last name."

[End of the book]

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