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Kuang Zheng got out of the car, carrying a large basket of roses, which he specially picked out from a flower shop on the way home, blood-like crimson, delicate and in full bloom.

Xiao Hao said goodbye from behind, and Kuangzheng opened the door to enter the house. He has been rambunctious for the past two days, as if his bones have become lighter, and he is not serious from the inside out: "Bao'er, brother is back, why don't you come to kiss... "

"Brother!" Baochan called out unusually.

Kuang Zheng stopped changing his shoes and looked over to the sofa.

"Brother," Baochan said nervously, "Look who's here."

The coquettishness of Kuang Zheng's whole body directly shut down the machine, and he stared straight: "Mom..."

"Xiaozheng!" Kuang's mother saw that she often danced square dances, and the two steps she ran were light and rhythmic. She threw herself into her son's arms and hugged her without letting go. He's more handsome than a year ago! Mom wouldn't dare recognize him if he walked on the street, he's so handsome!"

Kuang Zheng looked straight at Bao Chan, he smiled softly, his eyes full of envy.

"Mom, why are you here?"

"Little heartless," Kuang's mother sternly slapped him on the shoulder, "What do you mean mother came here? If you don't come home during the Spring Festival, of course mother will come... huh?"

She saw the rose basket under Kuang Zheng's feet: "This is..."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback.

"Ah, Auntie," Baochan wrung his fingers and said that he didn't know how many lies he lied today, "I... sent him a WeChat message saying you were here."

"Yes," Kuang Zheng hurriedly picked up the flower basket, 99 red roses for courtship, a heavy bouquet, "Mom, here you are."

Kuang's mother hugged the flower in surprise, and smiled from ear to ear: "Our Xiaozheng is really grown up, and I know that I love my mother." She looked back at Baochan, "Little Baoer, look at Auntie holding you to ask Dong Wenxi, you still want to send him a WeChat message, so you have a heart."

Baochan and Kuangzheng looked at each other, pursed their lips and lowered their heads.

"Mom, why don't you tell me when you're here." Kuang Zheng was carrying flowers for his mother.

Kuang's mother went to the guest room, Bao Chan's room, where she settled temporarily: "Isn't it fashionable now...the pervert."

"Oh," Kuang Zheng was absent-minded, looking back at Bao Chan, "Then when are you leaving?"

Kuang's mother stomped her feet severely: "Let me go when I first came here!"

"No," Kuang Zheng hugged his mother's shoulders affectionately, "the company has a lot of things to do before the holiday, I will arrange time to accompany you."

Kuang's mother was very coaxing, and she laughed as soon as she coaxed: "I'm not leaving," he pinched Kuang Zheng's face and pinched it lightly, "I'll spend the Spring Festival with you!"

Kuangzheng's face froze immediately: "Where's my dad, you left him at home alone?"

"There is a competition in the Mahjong Association, and this year will be over in Japan." Kuang's mother closed the door. "What's the point of me being at home alone? I thought I would come and take care of you for a few days, but I didn't expect someone to take care of you. I will make dumplings for you by myself. I also adjusted two kinds of stuffing, this little Bao'er is really capable."

Kuang Zheng put the flower basket on the window sill, listening to his mother boasting about the treasure, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"Xiaozheng," there were only their mother and son in the room, and Kuang's mother's tone was different from before, "Don't you like living with other people the least, why do you have a younger brother?"

Kuangzheng sat on the sofa under the window and untied his tie: "Baochan had suffered a lot before, I took him in for a while, and he fell in love with him." Thinking about the half a year he had known Baochan, he himself felt incredible , "Now I can't live without him...he cooks."

Kuang's mother shook her head: "It's not like you."

"What's not like it?" Probably because of anxiety, Kuangzheng really wanted to smoke, and put his hand into his trouser pocket to play with the lighter.

"You graduates from prestigious schools," Kuang's mother knew about her son, "are cold-hearted. At best, you have a sense of proportion. At worst, you are selfish and indifferent. How can you be pitiful?"

Kuangzheng was speechless for a moment, his mother was right, before meeting Baochan, he was indeed a refined egoist.

"I see..." Kuang's mother went around and got to the key issue, "Little Bao'er has a bracelet on her hand."

Kuang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered, that bracelet...

"You showed your mother the photo, and said that it is the girlfriend you will marry back home in the future." Kuang's mother was a little excited, "The surname is Bao, baby Bao, you said it yourself, why is it a boy!"

Kuang Zheng was tongue-tied, unable to hide what he saw: "Mom..."

Kuang's mother turned her side and didn't look at him: "We'll talk after you think it over!"

At this time, I can't think about it. If I think about it, it's not the truth. Kuang Zheng immediately got up from the sofa and sat next to his mother, "Mom, I lied to you."

Mama Kuang raised her head.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Kuang Zheng said frankly, "I don't want to get married at all."

Kuang's mother stared at him in shock.

"Back then you were urging me too hard, so I asked Baochan to help me."

"Why don't you want to get married!" Kuang's mother was anxious, "How wonderful it is to get married! When you get home, there is someone waiting for you to eat, and at night the two of you sleep with your arms around each other. Isn't it empty for you to have such a big bed!"

Kuang Zheng didn't say a word, he already had such a person.

"You are tired from work and drink too much, and someone will take care of you," Kuang's mother stretched out a "Yi Yang finger" and poked his chest endlessly, "Especially when you encounter setbacks, Xiaozheng, she can Be with you, support you, you still don't understand, my silly boy!"

Kuang Zheng understands, he has experienced everything his mother said, so he knows the preciousness of Baochen: "My girlfriends..." But he can't say it, he can only talk about him, "It's not like you don't know."

"Xiaozheng, it's not mother who said you, you play around like this... sooner or later you will be punished!"

Kuang Zheng chuckled, he stopped playing a long time ago, not only did he not play, but since he identified Bao Chan, he has been under severe X depression for more than half a year, and his whole body is about to be reborn and soared: "Mom, I just I haven't met the right person yet."

These words made Kuang's mother calm down. She took Kuang Zheng's hand and said helplessly, "Xiao Zheng, your fate is good, but it's not good."

Kuang Zheng frowned.

"You've been in finance all these years, and you've only met dubious women, and now you're a CEO at a young age, with eyes full of money," Kuang's mother said, her eyes turning slightly red, "Mom wishes you didn't Money, work next to home, marry a wife and have children in his 20s, so happy."

Her words, if it was half a year ago, Kuang Zheng must have found it ridiculous, but now, when his life is complete because of the appearance of the treasure, he believes that money is not that important, it is just a by-product of the pursuit of career, for a man like him It is said that love is truly scarce.

"That's because your son is rich." Kuangzheng put his arms around his mother's shoulders and stroked her newly permed hair, "Now you don't have to worry about my career, so you worry about my family, anyway you have to worry about it. "

Being hit by his words, Kuang's mother nodded: "Mom loves you, mother hopes you are perfect..." She lowered her head, saw Kuang Zheng's leg, and couldn't help but patted it, "Oh, our little Zheng's leg , long dead!"

Kuang Zheng was amused by her, and said flatteringly, "My mother was born well."

"Exactly, how did I give birth to such a handsome eldest son!"

There is rarely such a warm atmosphere between mother and child. Kuang's mother couldn't help asking: "Xiao Baoer...why is she wearing a women's bracelet?"

Kuangzheng sighed: "It's his mother's bracelet." He loved Baochan, and inadvertently took Baochan's pain as his own pain. "He didn't have a father when he was young, and his mother left when he was in high school, and only left him this bracelet. , "He unconsciously tightened his arms around his mother, feeling very distressed, "He is really...too miserable."

Kuang's mother looked at him suspiciously.

"We have to treat him well," Kuang Zheng said very seriously, his demeanor and tone didn't sound like he was talking about an ordinary friend, "We must love him."

Kuang's mother was stunned. She had never seen such a flesh and blood side in her son, as if he had fallen in love, softened, and his whole heart had been uprooted and planted on another person.

At this time there were footsteps outside the door, it was Baochan, he didn't come in, he just said: "Brother, Auntie, the meal is ready."

Kuang Zheng went to open the door immediately, and said in an overly intimate tone, "What are you doing?"

"I haven't done much," Baozhan tried to avoid him, "stir-fried pork liver with green peppers, fried shrimp, and spinach vermicelli soup," he said in a low voice, "I left some dumplings for you."

Kuang's mother stood up from the bed and walked out slowly. Her son's appearance was not right, such an arrogant and stubborn boy, he insisted on leaning in front of another person, chasing and clinging, wishing to grow up together—— No way, the other party is a pretty boy.

Two dishes and one soup, as well as a plate of dumplings and three or four cold dishes, the table was filled to the brim. The fans gave a few bottles of Moutai before, and Bao Chan opened a bottle and poured three glasses.

"Auntie," he stood up holding the cup, glanced at Kuangzheng, inexplicably solemn, "I... am an opera singer, but my brother has never disliked me, and has always helped and protected me." He looked embarrassed, as if there was something A bunch of words stuck in his throat, because he couldn't speak out because of guilt, "I toast you."

As he spoke, he turned his head up and did it, his cheeks quickly became bloodshot and red, and his whole body was puffy. Kuangzheng was peeking at him, and Kuang's mother kept picking up vegetables for him: "Good boy, eat more."

The pork liver was soft and smooth, and the shrimp was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but Kuang’s mother said, “Xiao Bao’er’s cooking is really good. If you are a girl, you must be my aunt’s daughter-in-law.”

Baochan was scooping up the soup for her, his hands trembled, and he spilled half a spoonful on the table.

Kuangzheng responded immediately: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Kuang's mother knew it well, lowered her eyes, and changed the subject abruptly: "Xiaozheng, tell mom, what does your big boss do all day?"

"I've been investing in art recently," Kuangzheng replied while looking at Baozhan, "I want to set a benchmark in this field."

"Benchmark?" Kuang's mother observed him secretly, "What do you mean?"

"For example," Kuang Zheng said, "a row of fruit shops, every family has apples and oranges, only my shop has dragon fruit, maybe not many people buy dragon fruit, but as long as they want to buy, they will come to my shop .”

Kuang's mother laughed: "My son is really capable."

"It's just an idea at the moment," Kuang Zheng stared at Bao Chan vaguely, "To make art, you need a big buyer, not only rich, but also vision, and more importantly, you must have confidence in the art market, which is hard to come by. "

The speaker had no intention of listening, and Bao Chan frowned. At this moment, his cell phone rang, and it was a text message from Mr. Xiao.

There is no text, only a compressed picture, it can be seen that it is a painting, in the dreamy ocher color, the white lady who suddenly looks back is like an exiled fairy.