The Little Sweet Cutie Always Think That He Is a Stand-in

Three dishes and one soup were put on the table for the two of them, and Lin Ran followed Song Zhixu to wash his hands before sitting at the table.

Lin Ran didn't speak when eating, but just lowered his head and ate big mouthfuls quickly.

Song Zhixu frowned slightly when he looked at him. The Lin family is also a wealthy family. Every time he ate with Lin Mu, Lin Mu always looked very good. He didn't expect this Lin Ran to be so different.

Lin Ran's hands picked it up very quickly, and a green vegetable fell on the table unsteadily, and then he quickly picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth. He raised his head and looked around the table nervously. He took a sheet and carefully wiped off the oil stains on the table.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I wiped everything clean." Lin Ran apologized to him after finishing wiping.

Song Zhixu felt that there seemed to be something wrong with him, but he was not a talkative person, so he just said "um".

Seeing that he seemed really not angry, Lin Ran lowered his head and ate quickly.

Song Zhixu hadn't finished a bowl of rice yet, Lin Ran had already swept half of the food on the table, but the speed of picking it was getting slower and slower, and it was difficult to swallow, maybe he couldn't eat it anymore.

After Song Zhixu finished eating, he looked up to find that Lin Ran's mouth was bulging, and there was some pain on his face, but he was still trying his best to swallow.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it." Song Zhixu poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Lin Ran tried hard to swallow the food in his mouth, then bit his lip, not daring to look at Song Zhixu, and whispered timidly.

"Of course... I can't eat any more, can I eat the rest tomorrow? I can definitely finish it, there will be no leftovers."

"You don't need to eat it, just throw it away if you can't eat it." Song Zhixu also ate these dishes himself, and threw them away if he couldn't eat them. He never eats leftovers.

"No, what can be eaten, there is no leftover, what can be eaten." Lin Ran immediately began to stuff it into his mouth again.

Song Zhixu vaguely understood why he said he couldn't finish the food when he saw the food. Lin Ran probably didn't have any leftovers when he ate before.

"Okay, don't eat it, put the rest in the refrigerator." Song Zhixu stopped him.

He didn't eat much of the three dishes, one soup and rice, and Lin Ran couldn't eat it at all.

Lin Ran looked at him with bright eyes, then immediately stood up and carefully put all the dishes on a plate, put it in the refrigerator, cleaned up the table, and washed the dishes.

Song Zhixu didn't quite understand. Normally, Lin Ran was the young master of the Lin family. Even if he stayed abroad, there would be someone to take care of him. Why he was so proficient in these tasks.

Song Zhixu was sitting on the sofa. After Lin Ran came out of the kitchen, he walked slowly to Song Zhixu and sat down, looked at him sideways, and said suddenly.

"My brother is right, you are really a good person."

Song Zhixu looked at him sideways, and asked curiously: "Then how can you be considered a bad person?"

Apart from children, there are still people in society who use the concepts of good guys and bad guys to define a person.

Song Zhixu felt a little ridiculous.

"It's just...it's just that you're not angry, and you still have meat to eat." Lin Ran touched his bulging and stretched stomach.

If he had leftovers before, the aunt would scold him angrily, even slap him, and once poured all the leftovers on him, and then asked him to clean it up.

Just now Song Zhixu was not angry and asked him to put away the leftover dishes.

There is still meat in the meal, which he has not eaten for a long time.

Song Zhixu wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't say anything when he thought he was a little fool.

It's good to know that you're stupid.

Just thinking about it, Lin Ran's face suddenly turned pale, and he clutched his stomach and curled up from the sofa to the ground into a ball.

Seeing his pained face, Song Zhixu immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"It hurts, Song Zhixu, but my stomach hurts." Lin Ran was originally thin and small, but he would shrink up and squat between the sofa and the coffee table. Song Zhixu picked him up and put him on the sofa.

"Stomach pain?" Song Zhixu touched his stomach, the swollen belly had collapsed, probably from eating too much.

He took out his mobile phone and made a video call, and the call was connected not long after. The man opposite him was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at him with a glass of red wine in his hand, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"What's the matter? You did something wrong, and the child's mother came to recognize her relative?" Mu Qingting looked at the teenager who was huddled beside Song Zhixu, and felt that he didn't look like a child of his age, so he denied it, "Song Zhixu Xu, you won't be too lonely, will you attack such a big child?"

Song Zhixu's face was a little ugly, and he said directly in a cold voice: "He seems to have eaten too much, and his stomach hurts, what should I do?"

"Ah?" Mu Qingting's voice paused before he said, "There is a small medicine box in the drawer of your TV cabinet. There should be Xiaoshi tablets in it. You can give him some tablets before the expiration date."

Song Zhixu stood up and looked for it immediately. After finding it, he looked at it and found that it hadn't expired. He followed the instructions and poured four slices for Lin Ran to eat.

He put the phone on the table, and Mu Qingting on the other end of the video had been watching the two of them, put down the wine glass in his hand, and leaned closer to the screen to take a few more glances.

"Song Zhixu, why does he seem familiar to me?"

Lin Ran was a little frightened when he heard the outsider's voice, so he pulled Song Zhixu's sleeve tightly and shrank into his arms.

Song Zhixu didn't push him away, but just explained to Mu Qingting.

"This is Lin Mu's younger brother. He has no way to take care of him now, so he is temporarily placed here with me."

"Lin Mu?" Mu Qingting's face became more serious, and he pursed his lips and said, "Zhixu, you haven't let it go after so many years? Even if he looks like Lin Muchang, he still looks like a child." ,you can not......."

"He's twenty, he just looks small." Song Zhixu interrupted him.

He had seen Lin Ran's ID card, he was indeed in his twenties, but he was a little thin, he looked like a student in his teens.

"Twenty?" Mu Qingting repeated over and over again, "Even if he is twenty, you can't have that kind of thinking, he is different from Lin Mu."

"I didn't." Lin Ran was still here, Song Zhixu didn't want to talk to him, so he hung up the video.

Just now Lin Ran heard his brother's name, so he called softly, "Brother."

Song Zhixu pushed him away a little irritably, walked to the window, looked outside, and lit a cigarette.

He is not addicted to cigarettes, but sometimes he will smoke one when he is irritable. When the smoke is inhaled into the lung duct, holding his breath will let him temporarily empty and calm his mind.

Lin Ran curled up on the sofa and rubbed his stomach. When his stomach hurts, his aunt would tell him that rubbing would be enough.

So he does it all the time.