[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

After her son confessed that the person he liked was a boy, Song's mother was silent for a long time, and her clenched hands became cold and trembling.

In the end, he just sighed and looked at Song Cian's slightly lowered eyes, "What's the name of the boy you like?"

Song Ci'an said, "His name is Si Xingran."

Mother Song patted Song Ci'an on the shoulder, her lips trembling, "Since you like it, I don't object to it. Just go and chase her. I will tell your father."

Song's mother originally planned to wait until Song's father's condition was stable and discharged from the hospital before telling her about it. But by chance, Song's father, who had just woken up from a coma, heard her.

Song's father was very angry, and he looked at Song Ci'an with cold eyes for several days.

But being angry is anger. Father Song and Mother Song know how stubborn their son really is. From the time I moved out of high school and lived alone, until I was admitted to college, and now, I have never had to show mercy to my family.

Even the living expenses paid into the card by Song's mother have never been touched.

Father Song was angry on the surface, but after he calmed down and thought about it, he accepted the matter.

Forget it, having two sons is better than having no sons at all, right?

"It's okay, my mother likes you very much." Song Cian said.

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"Ah Ran, try it quickly and see if it suits your taste." Mother Song put a chopstick dish into Si Xingran's bowl.

"Thank you, auntie." Si Xingran said.

Her son finally found a boyfriend he liked, and this was Si Xingran's first time at home, so Mother Song had to treat him warmly no matter what.

While Song Ci'an and Si Xingran were taking care of Song's father in the hospital, Song's mother went home to catch up on her sleep and cooked a table of dishes.

At this moment, the three of them were sitting around the table. White mist rose from the dishes on the table, and the aroma filled their nostrils.

As for Song's father, he is a stay-at-home patient in the hospital.

Mother Song turned on the mobile phone on the table and made a video call.

The young nurse picked up the video. Father Song was leaning on the back of the bed, eating a light hospital meal, his face wrinkled like old tree bark.

After seeing the delicious food on the table at home, my face turned black. The last bit of stubbornness forced Father Song to turn his head and finish the sick meal in three strokes.

"Uncle, please eat slowly and don't be in a hurry." The little nurse sounded worried.

Father Song's face froze, and his voice was a little stuck, "I've finished eating."

"Auntie, next time you watch your uncle eat, ask him to slow down. It's not good to eat too fast." The little nurse said while watching the video.

Mother Song obviously suppressed a smile, "Okay, Auntie understands, thank you Xiao Chen."

After Song's mother finished speaking, the nurse returned the phone to Song's father. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

"Okay, if you don't have anything to say, I'll hang up. The kids and I are going to have dinner." Mother Song pretended to hang up the video.

"Don't hang up yet." Father Song's voice was a little urgent, "Give your phone to that little guy, Xiao An."

"What do you want to do?" Mother Song looked wary, "We are eating, don't say anything that will spoil the fun."

Father Song had a speechless expression on his face, "Who do you think I am?"

Song's mother handed the phone to Si Xingran with a suspicious look on her face, and did not forget to tell her, "Ah Ran, just listen to what he says that sounds nice, and ignore what he says that doesn't sound nice."

Si Xingran took the phone with an embarrassed look on his face, nodding or shaking his head. Song's mother was on speakerphone, and Si Xingran naturally heard what the two were talking about.

"Hello, uncle, I'm Si Xingran." Si Xingran took the phone and greeted him.

"I know, she's the little brat's lover!" Song's father said.

Seeing Father Song's gesture, Si Xingran pointed to the balcony doubtfully, "Would you like to go over there, uncle?"

"Yes." Father Song nodded.

Just when Si Xingran was about to say something to Mother Song, Mother Song raised her hand and said, "Go ahead."

Doesn’t she know the virtues of her old man? Isn't it just that I was cold to Si Xingran this morning? I will regret it now. I wanted to apologize but I wanted to save face, so I couldn't say it in front of several people, so I tried every means to get Ah Ran to go to the balcony to answer the phone.

Song's mother was angry and funny. She raised her head and looked at Song Ci'an.

Yes, it seems that my son also understands.

After the meal, Song's mother forced Si Xingran to sit in the living room and rest. She said that it was the first time she came to the house and she could not let Si Xingran wash the dishes.

Seeing Mother Song's insistence, Si Xingran had no choice but to sit in the living room, while Song Cian and Mother Song washed the dishes together.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was somewhat silent. Mother Song put down the rinsed porcelain bowl in her hand and said, "Xiao An, you told me about you and Ah Ran last time, and I learned about it later.

I know your love is difficult and it is not easy to find the right person. "Mother Song sighed, and the water in her hand dropped on the cupboard, "You have been stubborn and independent since you were a child. Mom believes in you and supports you. "

"It's just that Mom still has a question." Mother Song's tone was a little hesitant, but also seemed to be a little curious and inquiring, "You and Ah Ran, who is the one above and who is the one below?"

Xiao An and Ah Ran are about the same height, and they are about the same height. If you just look at the appearance, Xiao An looks more feminine, and looks like the recipient that he saw from the post.

I heard that the recipient was suffering more. Mother Song couldn't help but feel a little worried when she thought of the description on the post.

The air was silent for a moment, and Song Ci'an stopped cleaning the dishes, leaving only the sound of water falling.

"Host, do you still need to ask?" 001's voice revealed a hint of obscenity, "You are the one above, the big onslaught!"

Song Cian raised her hand and turned off the faucet. Just when she was about to speak, there was a banging sound in the bathroom next door.

"What's going on? Is Ah Ran in the bathroom? Is there something wrong with this sound?" Mother Song said and was about to wipe her hands and go take a look, "A Ran, are you in the bathroom?"

Si Xingran looked at his cheeks in the mirror that were as red as an apple, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

Various bottles and cans were scattered on the floor. Si Xingran knelt down to pick them up. Hearing Mother Song's voice, he became more ashamed, "I'm here, Auntie."

"What happened?" As she spoke, Mother Song had already wiped her hands and went to the bathroom.

"It's okay, Auntie." Si Xingran picked up the bottles on the ground, "I accidentally knocked something down just now."

"Is he okay?" Mother Song checked Si Xingran carefully, for fear of getting hurt.

"I'm fine, auntie." Si Xingran said.

"You kid, why is your face so red?" Mother Song was curious, "Is it too hot in the living room?"

Si Xingran walked down the slope and nodded, "It's a bit hot."

"Xiao An, turn down the air conditioner quickly." Song's mother said loudly when she saw Song Cian who had just come out of the kitchen.

Song Cian looked at Si Xingran's red cheeks, nodded silently, and said hello.

Si Xingran walked to the living room with his hands and feet in sync. Thinking of the conversation he just heard, he felt the temperature on his face rising instead of falling.