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"Brother, our school food is not delicious at all."

On the roof, 12-year-old Mu Zixing dangled his two thin white legs, wrinkled his face out of bun folds very sadly, while complaining to the teenager beside him, he was thinking hard about what he would eat the next day.

"You're just too picky about food. The tastes of No. [-] and No. [-] and No. [-] cafeterias are all okay," the young man rubbed his head, and his mouth curled up slightly, "When we have our own home in the future, we just I can cook for you, if it tastes bad, you don't even have to pick it."

"That can't be done," Mu Zixing pouted, "If my brother made it, even if it turns into shit, I can eat it."

Lei Shao, "...shut up."

Seeing the young man's disgusted expression, Mu Zixing immediately slumped into the other's arms and laughed loudly. The crisp voice spread far away, and Lei Shao, who was holding him, had no choice but to rub his smile softly. lower back.

"When I have time later, I'll learn from the chefs at home, and I won't let you eat...shit." Lei Shao sighed.

After hearing this, Mu Zixing wiped away the tears from his laughter, and responded loudly, then arched into Lei Shao's arms, and said loudly, "Brother is the best!"

The teenager had fun and forgot about it in his spare time. Mu Zixing didn't take it to heart, but the other person always remembered it.

After Mu Zixing left, Lei Shao followed Ji Baichuan, circling in the muddy water of Rongxing, his nerves had to be tense every day, and he had to take every step carefully.

But at that time, although Lei Shao hated his life very much, he always had a hope in his heart - as long as he endured everything in front of him and became strong enough, he would be able to give his little boy the best life in the future .

Cooking for the people you like is an integral part of a good life.

So in the occasional free time, Lei Shao would go to the kitchen to learn how to cook. At that time, the excuse he made was that he wanted to cook for his adoptive father.

For this, Ji Baichuan was happy for a long time.

Only Lei Shao knew that all the dishes he first learned were Mu Zixing's favorites.

He waited for the day when his boy came back, and personally cooked a table of delicacies for him. It was only at this moment that fate made him put this simple four dishes and one soup in front of Mu Zixing.

"Try it and see if you like it." Lei Shao handed the porridge bowl to Mu Zixing, and said in a calm voice, "I haven't made it for many years, so the taste should not be very good."

Mu Zixing scooped a spoonful of seafood porridge into his mouth, nodded after a while, and praised sincerely, "It's delicious."

He lowered his head and ate a few more mouthfuls, but Lei Shao suddenly said, "Don't cry."

Mu Zixing's hand holding the spoon stopped, and he squeezed his fingertips tightly. After a long while, he suppressed the heat in his eyes, and then raised his head and smiled at Lei Shao.

Lei Shao frowned, got up, went around the dining table, walked to Mu Zixing, looked down at him, and after a while, he sighed, raised Mu Zixing's face, "Is it so touching to cook you a meal? I still have a lot to give you, if you cry like this every time, what do you want me to do with you?"

"I didn't want to cry," Mu Zixing sniffed, put his arms around Lei Shao's waist, pressed his face against his body, and couldn't hold back the hoarseness in his voice, "I'm just sad."

If he wasn't Ji Haodong's child, he wouldn't have missed Lei Shao from the very beginning. It took more than ten years, countless days and nights, until they were bruised and bruised, in exchange for cuddling each other at this moment.

He was saddened by the hardships they had gone through.

If he did it all over again, Mu Zixing didn't know if he could persist until today.

"I'm also very lucky." Mu Zixing looked up at the man in front of him again and smiled.

He was fortunate that Lei Shao finally reached out to hold him on the hopeless road, preventing him from falling into the endless abyss and struggling in pain.

Mu Zixing didn't tell Lei Shao what he was sad about or what he was thankful for, but Lei Shao understood. He raised his hand and wiped the moisture from the corners of Mu Zixing's eyes with his thumb. The face of the other party, said, "I am also very happy."

Fortunately, he has hurt Mu Zixing for so long, and this person still has the same original intention for him.

I am also glad that when he pushed him into endless danger, this person came back alive from the front line of life and death, and now stands in front of me, giving him a chance to treat him well.

"Don't cry from now on," Lei Shao was silent for a few seconds, thinking of something, leaned down and put his body close to Mu Zixing's ear and said, "Except on the bed, don't cry anywhere else."

Mu Zixing, "..."

Seeing his eyes widen in surprise, Lei Shao thought of teasing him, and added softly, "We will do it once when we cry in the future. Anyway, I don't know how to coax people. You should not be in the mood for other things in bed." Cried."

Mu Zixing's eyes widened again.

Isn't this deceiving?

I'm afraid that Mr. Cong, who is particularly good at flirting in Lan Jing's family, doesn't have such a high rank.

Mu Zixing was so shocked that he couldn't care about those messy emotions anymore. He silently kept a new image of his husband in his heart, and then he couldn't help but shouted, "Sir."

Lei Shao looked at him.

Mu Zixing cleared his throat, looked aside, and whispered with red ears, "Then I want to cry now, do you want to..."

Lei Shao, "...Hold on, don't cry."

Mu Zixing, "...Oh."

After eating, Lei Shao cleaned up the table, put all the bowls into the dishwasher, then cut a plate of fruit for Mu Zixing, and brought it into the bedroom.

Mu Zixing was changing a new bed sheet, when he heard the voice, he turned around and said, "Sir, do you want to go down for a walk to digest food?"

"Well, go after you eat the fruit," Lei Shao put the glass bowl on the table, then turned on the laptop sitting aside, and said casually, "Let me check the situation of the group first."

Hearing this, Mu Zixing stopped moving his hands and pursed his lips tightly. Ever since Lei Shao was pulled from the position of the person in power, Mu Zixing hadn't told him much about Rongxing's situation. But when Zhuang Shi came, he explained the current situation in detail.

During this period of time, the property owned by the Lei family has almost been divided up by Ji Haodong and other families by various means.

Today's Lei Shao has no money or power.

When Mu Zixing couldn't get enough of Lei Shao, he wanted to pull him down from his high position and lock him up.

However, when he and Ji Haodong really cooperated to do such a thing, Mu Zixing felt a little regretful now. After standing quietly for a while, he couldn't help throwing down the bed sheet and walked over to ask, "Sir, do you want to put it on?" Take Rongxing back?"

If the husband said yes, he would try his best to snatch Rongxing back from Ji Haodong.

"What do you want to take it for?" Lei Shao stared at the computer screen without raising his head, "I don't want Rongxing, all I want is you."