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"It's my birthday, so you give me this?"

Little brat, what kind of birthday is it? It’s good to eat something. Shao Kou pulled off his apron and asked him shortly, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it right away."

For the sake of your sincerity, you won't bother.

Bian Mu reluctantly ate everything on the plate, wiped his mouth with a gentleman's paper towel, and then heard the man next to him ask him in a particularly hypocritical voice, "Another one?"

"Then you don't want to eat? Oh, I see, you find it hard to swallow."

While talking witty words, Bian Mu's expression was gloomy when he heard the door lock being opened tick-tock. Few people knew his password. Sure enough, today was a bad day, and Ms. Yuan's aggressive feet stepped on the sky high. Come in, don't care about 21, anyway, when they see them, they start to insult civilizedly, "Bian Mu, what are you doing wrong, you have to get involved in a strange circle, I don't care what you are doing now, stop it immediately, and , you, yes, it is you, now, immediately, get out of my sight."

The last time we met, Ms. Yuan subconsciously thought that Shao Kou was the son of some family, and his son's friends were all of the same status or higher, so they were polite to him. Suppressing the outburst of anger, last night she had been treated coldly for decades, and the few sisters who played well on weekdays also mocked her for raising a strange son who came out of the closet. Everyone knows that she has worked so hard What kind of concept is this raised son to be raped by a hired driver? It's her, she will be reduced to the bottom of the circle, just because his son is not motivated, it is better to have grandsons and granddaughters Fast, not as good as other people's children, this is the biggest cancer, she must cut it off for him herself.

Shao Kou didn't move, he was still sitting, but Bian Mu was very excited, leaning on the corner of the table and straightened his waist, the veins on his arms jumped. Obviously this was not the first time the mother and son had quarreled, and the tone of disgust was completely undisguised. "I don't need you to take care of my business."

Since you were young, you have only cared about your dancing career. It has been more than thirty years before you think of his son in name. What reason do you have to control him?

"I am your mother."

Yuan yelled in a ladylike manner, this disobedient bastard, you can't get angry, you can get old easily when you get angry, and you can regain your elegance in the blink of an eye, trying to reason with this stubborn guy, "You have to listen to me, Bian Mu, If you break up with him, I will continue to treat you as my son, otherwise, you can't bear the consequences of your father knowing."

In her eyes, Bian Mu is still a child who can't grow up, a small tree that doesn't grow up and doesn't grow up, and has no power at all.

Bian Mu didn't speak, and calmed down completely, took Shao Kou by the hand, put the packed luggage into the trunk, lit the fire and left.

He really didn't want to say a word to that woman again. He took out his mobile phone, dialed the company, said to cancel everything, then hung up, and sent WeChat to these friends. Don't try to find me now or in the future. Try to get back to your home planet, and if you fail, I will swallow you tiny mortals.

Passing by a lake downhill, throwing the phone in it, who cares, he wants to run barefoot freely, and no one wants to pull him.

Who is this kind of arrogant head portrait? Of course it is his father. Mr. Bian has a rare free time today. He found a painting of Lijiang hand-painted by a master of Beijing painting. It has just been mounted and he is enjoying it in the office. He likes to look at landscapes, especially this one Misty and drizzle, beautiful and poetic, kicking the door with a bang, Ms. Yuan seems to be the only way to appear on the stage. Seeing the standing back, she began to chant, "You know money every day, my son messed with you!" You don't care about such a big mess..."

The man standing in front of the painting is meditating with his hands behind his back. A sign should be hung at the entrance of the company. Ms. Yuan and Mad Dog are forbidden to enter, so as not to listen to scriptures.

Every time he came, he said a few words, and he had nothing to refute. He took off the flower mirror and held it in his hand, ignoring her occasional convulsions, and continued to look at the painting, it was so beautiful.

Ms. Yuan was going crazy with anger, only with these two men could she be so angry, like two rat droppings stirring up a pot of good soup, it was annoying.

"What are you looking at, hurry up, call Bian Mu immediately, and tell him to stay away from that man, I almost had a heart attack..."

She couldn't imagine that scene, and her heart ached when she thought about it.

"You were ridiculed by others yesterday, so you are in such a hurry."

The tone of telling a joke uncovered the scars of Ms. Yuan, which is really good enough.

"What do you mean?"

The man in a suit looked back and was much taller than her. Decades later, his body was still upright and unyielding. By the way, he was a veteran with a dashing vigor. She knew it with just one look without words. He won't make a phone call.

"I agree with him falling in love, no matter whether the other party is a ghost or a snake, you go back, and I will apologize for your behavior later."

Ms. Yuan is really fed up with this deformed family, which drags her down every time. If the impact of the divorce is not too great, I really wish I could leave. Unfortunately, she needs this reputation, stabilize her emotions, and ask him, " Why?"

Why do you agree? Are you not afraid of losing face?The president of a dignified group, but his son was raped by a man, it's so ugly to say it.

The man spread his hands indifferently, "Because he likes it, he loves it, that's good, I support him."

The woman on the opposite side was really driven crazy, yelling hysterically, "You two monsters, monsters, I can't live with you, I want to go, go far..."

There was another slam of the door, and old Bian always looked back at the secretary, "Go to Bian Mu."

After such a mess, I guess he had a very bad birthday. It's very good, life is not smooth sailing, you have to encounter some setbacks to grow.

As a result, it diverged naturally. When I arrived at the villa on the hillside, the building was already empty, and the door was wide open. I was afraid that no one would come in. The old man always wandered around the kitchen, yes, yes, he seemed to be able to cook , and tidy up very clean, his son will not do anything, he must be a little boyfriend, very good, very good, he nodded and went out with satisfaction, asked the secretary to unplug the electricity, close the doors and windows, and then return to the company.

On the other side, Ms. Yuan ran wildly back to the empty house. She happened to catch the nanny being lazy and lost her temper. The voice was as clear as spring water, "Auntie, I'm back, do you miss me?"

A man came down the stairs, wearing a simple gown, with long tied up hair, like an ancient Confucianist, with gentle gestures like jade, he came down step by step, hugged the furious Ms. Yuan, and continued, "Why are you angry? , not beautiful."

Alas, why isn't this caring person her son?

"Well, listen to our family's joy."

On the side that Ms. Yuan couldn't see, the man smiled evilly with dark eyes, and then said in a coquettish voice, "Auntie, how old am I, don't call me by my baby name."

Lele or something, black history is all right.

"Okay, Jiang Feng, when did you come back, you didn't say hello to me, and asked the driver to pick you up."

The young man named Jiang Feng smiled shyly, "It's okay, I can do it by myself, by the way, what's wrong with my aunt? You are so angry."

During the long time of complaining, Jiang Feng had been listening seriously, but in fact he was already happy. His cousin fell in love with a man, which was so interesting.

The journey was also long. Bian Mu fell asleep holding his breath, and it was uncomfortable to wake up. Shao Kou could only use his brain to make him forget as much as possible. Whose mother would not remember her son’s birthday, alas.

"Baby, there are two birthday presents I prepared for you, one is literary and the other is practical, which one do you choose?"

Still playing like this, Bian Muzhuo looked at him with wide eyes, pouted and guessed, "I am still a literary boy."

You are all old men, so don't paint old cucumbers with green paint and pretend to be tender.

"Okay, just wait."

Parked the car on the side of the road, went to the trunk with long legs to rummage through it, and came back to give him a big square box with a greeting card tied on a colorful rope. I took it out and read it. It was written in the postscript, I wish the little ancestor Happy birthday, chrysanthemums bloom forever.

When Bian Mu saw these words, he gritted his teeth angrily, what the hell are you.

"It's your birthday, and my postscript to you is, I wish the old bastard a happy birthday, and I won't hold my breath."

It's terrible to be educated, Optimus Prime has been ruined.

"All right, all right, you can do whatever you want, it's not true anyway, open it up and have a look."

Bian Mu's violent temper almost turned against you.

The packing box is not very tight, and it opened after a few clicks. Hey, the globe is the most common teaching globe with a blue background. Are you going to teach me geography and return the whole prop?

"What do you mean?"

Please explain, what do you want to express by giving someone a globe?

I'll go, Shao Kou looked at him with great interest, his joyful expression was very annoying, "Guess what?"

I guess fart, love to talk or not.

"Don't say pull it down, just throw it away."

You should let him see what other people give you, so that you can compare them with each other and know how cheap he is. In fact, what Bian Mu cares about is his attitude, not the status. He will also be happy with something he makes, or a small carved object, because it is from his heart.

Shao Kou didn't notice that he was on the verge of unhappiness, so he leaned close to his ear and continued to attack with earthy love words, "I'll give you the whole world, okay? I think this stalker has lost several hairs."

He still has a spare tire, which can explode.

The man under him raised his head and stared at him, what a world-shattering, nonsense, but the corners of his mouth still hooked into a smile, the dimples on one side were curved, Shao Kou looked so angry, you are the uncle today, I let you .

"Don't fool me with pediatrics, I'm precious."

How come, it means that the earth is cheap.

The tall figure enveloped the whole, with a storm-like attack crossing the border, pulling his slipping arm into his arms, "Okay, you are the most expensive, and I have a mysterious gift, just to match your expensiveness."

As he said swearingly, Bian Mu was immersed in the bright stars in his head, and he didn't say a word when he heard it, and he didn't express any expectations. Shao Kou was not happy, so he rushed forward again, retreated, and went to get a rectangle He held his hand and helped to open it. A cup?

Fuck, Bian Mu will pay a heavy price for his guess.

"Cup? Not pretty."

His tone of voice is cool, people like him are cold on the outside, but they are actually hot on the inside.

"But it works."

Shao Kou explained the four words and pulled him on the back seat. The leather felt hard and stagnant, curled up like a snail without its shell, and slowly stretched out its head bit by bit. Backing back again, he was a little scared, afraid of facing the wind and rain, especially the teachings of the demon teacher.

Bian Mu’s birthday was very affectionate, and his affection lit up the whole sky. On a breezy night, he learned the same thing. He can communicate by voice, can automatically adjust the size, and can attack infinitely. The thing, it's called, the Masturbation Cup.

"This is weak legs, besides it, there is me, baby."

The tails of the long and narrow eyes drooped at him, "Go away."

I just want to stay by your side and get tired of you.

"Okay, let's stop playing, are you hungry? We're almost at the hotel."

Sleepy, just want to sleep.

"You carry me on your back."

OK, my little ancestor.

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: Teacher, this question is too difficult.

Shao Kou secretly excited: How can you not understand?I'll show you.

Bian Mu: I don’t understand anything.

Shao Kou frowned: Is there no one who understands?

Bianmu: Well, I don’t understand.

Shao Kou is holding a Kong Ming lock: This one is only six, so you can’t do it?

Bianmu: I am very good at one.