"Dad, Dad..."

At this moment, Xiao Baozi hurriedly ran out of the room, holding a small kettle in his arms.

He stumbled towards this side, and Fu Yunshen squatted down without realizing it, stretched out his arms and caught him.

"What's wrong with Yang Yang?" His voice was gentle, and only in front of his son would show his rare warmth.

"Dad, I just heard you sneeze. Did you catch a cold?"

Xiao Baozi asked with concern while holding up the small kettle in his arms and delivering it to Fu Yunshen.

"Dad, drink more hot water when you have a cold!"

He came here specifically to deliver him a small kettle.

Fu Yunshen lowered his head and looked at the childish little kettle, and pursed the corners of his lips.

The expression on his face did not change much, but he reached out to take the small kettle, then lowered his head and kissed Xiao Baozi on the forehead.

"Okay Yangyang, dad is going to work, you have to be good at home."

Fu Yunshen held the small kettle in his hand and accepted his son's kindness.

"Dad, don't worry, Yang Yang must be good!"

Xiao Baozi's eyes were crescent-shaped, and his smile looked almost exactly the same as Shen Moran.

Fu Yunshen was in a daze, and without saying anything, he turned around and left.

Gong Ran gently touched Xiao Baozi's head and quickly followed.

After a while, in the car.

Fu Yunshen sat in the back of the driver's seat, looked down at the small kettle in his hand, his eyebrows slightly condensed, and he said nothing.

"Mr. Fu, the young master is becoming more and more sensible!"

Gong Ran was responsible for driving and after pulling the seat belt, he couldn't help but praise him.

Fu Yunshen pursed his thin lips tightly and didn't say anything.

The atmosphere was a little bit wrong, and Gong Ran didn't feel like she was secretly observing the change in the expression of the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Mr. Fu frowned and his eyes kept staring at the kettle in his hand.

Is there something wrong with the kettle?

In Gong Ran's blind spot in his sight, there was a photo posted on the cute little kettle.

The girl in the photo has a graceful red dress, a smile like a flower, and her eyes are curved like a half-moon, with a radiant brightness and cunning.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Baozi would paste Shen Moran’s photo on the kettle.

The moment I saw the photo, Fu Yunshen's mouth twitched unconsciously.

I originally thought my son was simply caring about his father, but I didn’t expect it to be his mother’s assist!

Suddenly, Mr. Fu's mood was very complicated.

......

Before the plan officially begins, Shen Moran still needs some funds.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to find anyone to help drive away the nail houses.

Su Qingyue went to school during the day, and Shen Moran was alone in her room, locking the door and writing and painting.

She accidentally saw an article calling for manuscripts on a public account. She wanted to write a few manuscripts, draw some illustrations, and earn extra money.

After all, in the real world, Shen Moran is a big shot in some circles.

I am proficient in almost everything from self-media, public accounts, writing articles, drawing, singing, programming, and even posting films on mobile phones.

Because she has been alone since she was a child, so she is walking around the world, so she can’t help but have too many skills!

There were some pigments and canvases in Su Qingyue's room. Shen Moran took the existing materials and stood on the windowsill to paint according to the request for the official account.

The sunlight fell on her body, bright and bright. She stared at the canvas with a focused expression, and the intertwined light and shadow fell on her delicate face.

Everything looks so harmonious and beautiful.

But just when the painting was only last, a violent knock on the door interrupted all her thoughts.

Shen Moran couldn't help but frown...
Chapter completed!