MVP in the next examination room

Tang Ran looked at her with a half-smile: "Where are you going?"

Miss Gao was startled: "Go home."

Tang Ran raised his eyebrows: "I have a family?"

"..." Miss Gao looked at Tang Minghua in bewilderment.

Tang Minghua glanced at Tang Ran with an obscure expression, and said in a low tone, "Okay, don't lose your temper! What a grown-up."

Miss Gao suddenly remembered something, and took the handbag she had put aside—it was not the same as the one Tang Ran saw last time, but it was a limited edition new model of a big brand for the season, and took out an exquisite gift box from it: "Little Ran, we met last time... I think we have some misunderstandings, your father and I are very happy that you can come this time. Let me introduce myself, my surname is Gao, and we will be a family from now on..."

Tang Ran originally listened with a dull expression, with a look of indifference, until he heard this sentence, he had some reaction: "Who is a family with you?!"

Tang Minghua sternly said, "Tang Ran!"

"It's inevitable that he won't be able to accept it for a while," Miss Gao put a hand on Tang Minghua's arm, and comforted her, "It's okay, let's get along slowly."

She handed over the exquisite packaging box in her hand, and Tang Ran glanced at it with a sneer. The LOGO on it was very familiar to him, Tang Minghua's favorite Swiss watch brand.

He didn't notice it before, but now he realized that Miss Gao also had a lady's wristwatch of the same brand on her outstretched hand.

"Your father and I specially picked one for you, see if you like it?"

Tang Ran's gaze moved from the packing box to Miss Gao's pretty face, and he looked at her with a smile or not.

Two completely different eyes collided.

The earnestness in Miss Gao's eyes, and the mocking indifference in Tang Ran's eyes.

Tang Minghua's voice sounded at the right time: "Take it."

Tang Ran glanced at Tang Minghua's wrist from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the watch he was wearing today also came from this Swiss brand, a new model that only SVIPs can buy.

Tang Ran didn't know what to think of, so she raised the corner of her mouth, raised her left hand, and carelessly opened the packing box in Miss Gao's hand.

——It is indeed a very beautiful watch, but in Tang Ran's opinion, there is nothing worth admiring.

Miss Gao maintained the posture of holding the gift box, feeling a little embarrassed: "That...do you still like it?"

Tang Minghua said again: "What are you doing with the stick? I'll let you hold it."

Tang Ran said lightly: "Okay, take it." Then he took the watch out of the gift box and stuffed it into the pocket of the school trousers, "Eat slowly."

The implication is that I go first.

"Your Auntie Gao and I have already obtained the certificate," Tang Minghua's voice rose abruptly from behind, "Whether you accept it or not, it's all true. This family has your Auntie Gao's share."

Tang Ran stopped walking, put his hands in his pockets, and didn't look back.

"Xiaoran, I know you may not be able to accept it for a while," Miss Gao's voice sounded, her voice seemed to be sweetened, "but I still have to go home. I will clean up your room for you this afternoon. Read it again..."

Tang Ran suddenly turned around: "Who let you into my room?!"

"I..." Miss Gao looked at Tang Ran's suddenly ruthless eyes, and subconsciously took a step back.

"What's your attitude!" Tang Minghua scolded, "Tang Ran, did I give you face again?"

Tang Ran gave Miss Gao a vicious look, ignored Tang Minghua, walked out of the room, slammed the door behind her backhand, took the elevator directly out of the hotel, went downstairs and raised her hand to take a taxi, and told the driver the name of the villa area .

Aunt Zhou heard the rapid doorbell ringing again and again, ran out of the room in a hurry, opened the door in the yard: "Xiaoran? You finally come back..."

Tang Ran didn't wait for her to finish, she walked straight inside, and ran upstairs without changing her shoes when she entered the foyer.

Aunt Zhou hurriedly followed behind and entered the door, shouting: "Xiaoran, are you okay? Have you eaten yet, tell me what you want to eat..."

Tang Ran ran all the way to her room, opened the door, frowned and inspected the furnishings in the room, then strode to the piano in the corner of the room, and squatted down.

——This piano has been in the room for many years. When he was a child, his mother hired a tutor to teach him the piano for a while, but later, when the seventh tutor shook his head helplessly, he said to his mother, "Madam, you still Please also ask Gao Ming, I really can't teach him", so I had to give up asking him a tutor.

However, although the seven tutors did not teach Tang Ran any results, they helped his mother pick up the piano art when he was a child, so his mother taught him for a while later.

Afterwards, the piano stayed in the corner as a display and collected dust.

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Royal Hotel.

Miss Gao put away the packing box of the watch, Tang Minghua leaned on the back of the chair with folded arms, and took a deep breath: "Leave him alone, don't care about your face."

Miss Gao clutched her belly, slowly sat back in her seat, frowned and said, "Oh..."

Tang Minghua turned to her, with a little worry on his face: "Are you all right? Did you kick you again?"

Miss Gao said in a low voice: "It's okay."

"You...won't you explain it to me?" She hesitated, and said softly, "His aunt cleaned his room, so I just stood at the door and took a look, but didn't go in."

When Tang Minghua remembered Tang Ran's attitude just now, he became angry: "What are you explaining! Give him face!"

"You know, I really want to get along well with him," Miss Gao leaned on Tang Minghua's shoulder, speaking slowly, "In this way, the atmosphere in our family can be harmonious, so that you won't worry about it outside."

Tang Minghua stroked her hair: "I know."

——Being well-behaved, gentle, and knowing how to please him, in Tang Minghua's opinion, can outweigh all intelligence and talent.

Although Miss Gao is not smart enough, she is well versed in this.Although she didn't have any plans to "kill the previous son and fight for property inheritance", she still knew how to capture Tang Minghua's heart and extend the shelf life of her position as "Mrs. Tang".

******

Tang Ran lifted the surface of the piano stool, revealing the storage compartment underneath.

A small, boxy cardboard box lay quietly inside.

Tang Ran breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the lid of the box.

A few greeting cards and postcards are neatly stacked inside, and the color is slightly yellow.

He only glanced at it, and closed the lid again, but a few lines of words still broke into his sight unreasonably-something like "Mom is sorry for you", "Happy birthday", "I love you".

When he was young, his mother sent him to school on his birthday or other festivals.

I can't tell what it's like to receive this kind of card, anyway, every time the uncle in the school's mail room sends this kind of greeting card to him, he feels inexplicable resistance.

I don't want to see what's in there.

Every time, I swept it in a hurry and hid it in the space under the piano bench.

Tang Ran closed the stool, maintaining a half-squat position, with his arms resting on it casually, and the touch from the leather surface was both unfamiliar and familiar.

The sound of Aunt Zhou's footsteps came from afar, and she stopped when she approached his bedroom door: "Xiaoran, have you eaten yet? I'll go down and make whatever you want."

"No need," Tang Ran raised his head, propped himself up on the stool, and got up, "I've eaten."

Said and walked out of the bedroom.

Feeling that the vision on his body was not right, he raised his eyes and looked towards the stairs, and saw three people standing there, and he didn't recognize any of them.

"It's nothing, you don't need to come over," Aunt Zhou said to the three people who came after hearing the sound, "I will call you if there is something to do."

"Oh, those are the chefs and nutritionists newly hired by Mr. Zhou," Aunt Zhou hurriedly explained to Tang Ran, "I heard the movement just now and thought I had something to do."

Nutritionist?

When did Tang Minghua invite this kind of...

——Oh, I see, it's for pregnant women.

Aunt Zhou looked at Tang Ran's uncertain expression and her steps as if she was about to go downstairs and leave: "Xiao Ran, are you okay, are you feeling well? It's...it's getting late, where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Tang Ran suddenly stopped, turned around and walked to the room, "It's okay, I'll go to sleep first."

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Tang Minghua and Miss Gao didn't return home until around ten o'clock.

Aunt Zhou took the bags from the two of them, hung up the thin windbreaker that Miss Gao had taken off, and said to Tang Minghua, "The young master is back, and his face is not looking well. Ask him what's wrong and don't tell him, he's already gone to sleep."

Tang Minghua: "When did he come back?"

Aunt Zhou told the truth, and Tang Minghua asked again, "What did you do when you came back?"

"I entered the room as soon as I came back," Aunt Zhou replied, "I didn't come out again."

Tang Minghua responded lightly, and sat with Miss Gao in the living room for a while, and it was almost eleven o'clock when he hugged her upstairs.

At this time, Young Master Tang, who had "already fallen asleep", was pinching his mobile phone to send a message to his boyfriend: "Are you asleep?"

Yuan Che replied: "No."

Tang Ran initiated a video invitation.

Yuan Che clicked to agree.

Tang Ran, who was lazily lying on the bed with one arm under his head, appeared on the screen.

Tang Ran was wearing a simple white T-shirt, because the posture was stretched and he had just done two rolls, a small part of his waist and abdomen was lifted up, revealing his waistline faintly.

Yuan Che: "Where are you?"

"I'm home," Tang Ran looked at her boyfriend's face on the screen, "What's the matter, you don't seem very happy?"

Yuan Che wanted to deny it at first, but after a pause, he said truthfully: "Well... a little annoying, I can't sleep."

Tang Ran smiled: "If you can't sleep, just come to me—wait a minute, I'll play a lullaby for you." As he spoke, he turned over, put on his slippers, and walked towards the piano.

Yuan Che: "Can you still play the piano?"

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Half a minute later, in the master bedroom separated from Tang Ran's bedroom by a wall.

The ambiguous atmosphere was just right, Tang Minghua placed one hand on Miss Gao's protruding belly, and was about to lean down to kiss her.

Suddenly, a magical sound of the piano clung to the other end of the wall, penetrating in with force that cannot be ignored.

The sound of the piano was low and high and sometimes high and varied.

Tang Minghua: "..."

Miss Gao: "..."

Tang Minghua threw the pillow and wanted to get up on the bed: "Bastard, he wants to rebel!"

"Hey, Minghua, don't go." Miss Gao grabbed his arm, "Eat dinner is already unpleasant, so don't talk about him...or what if he gets more emotional."

Tang Minghua took a deep breath, planning to wait for the sound of the piano to pass.

……

Over there, Yuan Che was shocked: "...you call this a lullaby???"

Tang Ran said innocently: "Yes, when I played this when I was a child, my mother would urge me to go to bed."

Yuan Che: "..."

Tang Minghua couldn't wait for the sound of the piano to pass——Tang Ran played more and more vigorously, and the magic sound pierced his ears. Finally, he couldn't bear it, opened the door, put on his clothes and called Aunt Zhou: "Go and ask, What the hell is he trying to do!"

Aunt Zhou looked embarrassed and hesitated: "Sir, I..."

"Forget it," Tang Minghua waved his hand impatiently, "I'll ask."

The bedroom door was kicked, and Tang Minghua roared outside the door: "Tang Ran, what are you doing at night!"

Tang Ran's cold voice came from inside the door: "You don't need to worry about it. I will do what a man should do."