Act like a spoiled brat in the arms of the paranoid master Yao

Chapter 151 Be good or not?
In the late spring and early summer, everything is in full bloom, and the weather is getting hotter.

City C has ushered in early summer. This city, known as the city of fire, is much hotter than most cities.

It has been a month since Si Lan came back from Moon Valley, and Xiao Bao has already returned to school.

Although half of the semester is over, fortunately, the little guy is smart, and he has already learned almost everything in the first grade when he made up lessons. With Li Xuyao's status, the school didn't dare to say anything.

At the beginning, they stayed in Moon Valley for more than a month, firstly to rectify Moon Valley, and secondly to see how the little guy would deal with it.

Si Lan handed over the decision-making power to Lan Xiaobao, and let him handle everything first, while she watched from the sidelines, reminded her when something was wrong, and then seduced her sequentially, teaching them respectfully.

At first, there were many places where she could be used. Later, gradually, the little guy was able to handle it well by himself.

After settling down, they returned.

She began to devote herself to the promotion of "Ghost Doctor". She has been a trapeze artist for a month, flying around all over the country. After all, she hasn't seen the little guy for a month.

Basically, Li Xuyao ​​would fly to her place at least once a week to meet her in private.

In the backyard of the seven buildings in Chengyuan, Si Lan was sitting on a hanging chair in a long skirt, flipping through a book in his hand.

Not far away, Song Yu was holding a sketchbook and looking at her.

Time passed in this piece of peace and tranquility.

Si Lan glanced at his watch, stood up, turned around and walked towards the house.

Li Xuyao ​​stood at the door, looking at the figure approaching slowly.

Approaching, Si Lan smiled sweetly: "When did you come back?"

Li Xuyao: "Just now."

Si Lan: "I'm going to pick up Xiaobao, do you want to go together?"

Li Xuyao ​​took the book in her hand and took her hand: "Okay."

The two arrived outside Lan Xiaobao's school, just as the school bell rang.

Li Xuyao ​​got out of the car, while Si Lan waited in the car.

Lan Xiaobao walked out of the school and saw him without any accidents, with a flat face.

Li Xuyao ​​held him and walked towards the place where the car was parked.

"When will mother come back?" Lan Xiaobao asked.

Li Xuyao ​​raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you ask yourself on the phone."

Lan Xiaobao: "I asked, wouldn't it be a rush, my mother would definitely think that she ignored me for work, how could I be a stumbling block on her way to success?"

"Then it's okay for me to ask?" Li Xuyao ​​felt a little funny when he stopped talking.

Lan Xiaobao rolled her eyes: "Don't think I don't know, you fly over to see her secretly every week, and asking her is just a casual thing."

"..."

As the father and son spoke, they had already arrived at the place.

The rear door opened automatically, Lan Xiaobao looked over subconsciously, then his eyes lit up, he let go of Li Xuyao's hand, got into the car, and threw himself into Si Lan's arms: "Mom..."

Si Lan hugged him and responded softly, "Yes, I'm here."

Li Xuyao ​​closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

The way back was full of caring words from the little guy.

Si Lan didn't feel annoyed in the slightest, and responded one by one.

After rambling on for a long while, Si Lan handed him a small bottle of water.

Lan Xiaobao readily took it, took a couple of sips, and asked, "Is mom still busy?"

Si Lan patted his head: "I will rest for a while."

Although a lot of scripts were given, they didn't meet the right ones. It's okay to take a rest and spend time with the little guy.

Lan Xiaobao didn't say anything on the surface, but the smile on his eyes showed his happiness.

"Is Xiaobao good these days?" Si Lan asked.

"Good." After answering, afraid that she would not believe it, he looked at the driver ahead and asked, "Dad, right?"

Li Xuyao ​​reluctantly gave a "hmm".

She is quite obedient, but now with her own ability, she has taken in a lot of juniors, and has faintly become the boss that no one dares to mess with in this school.

Seeing that he used his own ability to subdue him, he didn't use any background, and he didn't do anything too extreme, although Li Xuyao ​​knew it, he just turned a blind eye and followed him.

"Look, I'm very good." Lan Xiaobao blinked and looked at her innocently.

Si Lan just asked casually and didn't continue the question, Lan Xiaobao heaved a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that if his mother kept asking, she would know about those things in school.

Although she knew in her heart that even if she knew, she wouldn't have any dissatisfaction with him, but he just didn't like it.

He likes that he is pure, lovely and beautiful in his mother's eyes.

When I got home, the meal was already ready.

While eating, I saw Li Xingyan who I hadn't seen for a long time.

The two of them filmed the same movie, and they ran together to promote it. When Si Lan came back, he naturally came back too.

Li Xingyan gave the little guy a big bear hug: "Little baby, do you miss me?"

Saying this in Lan Xiaobao's ear with his deceptive deep voice, the little guy felt a chill, goosebumps all over his body, and stretched out his hand to push him away.

The little guy's undisguised disgust made Li Xingyan look hurt.

Lan Xiaobao saw that he was acting, walked towards the dining table expressionlessly, and sat down beside Si Lan.

"Mom, you've been promoting movies with your uncle these days, how did you endure him?"

When Li Xingyan, who had just sat down, heard this, he immediately became angry: "Stinky boy, I don't want you to smear black people like this! There are too many people who want to be with you, and you despise me."

"Oh..." Lan Xiaobao looked indifferent, and stopped asking, and started to eat.

Li Xingyan suddenly had the feeling of being punched on the cotton, and his breath was stuck in his chest. He couldn't get up or down, which was extremely uncomfortable.

After the noisy meal, when it was time to sleep, Lan Xiaobao hugged his little pillow and stood at the door of Si Lan's room, thus interrupting the two who were about to make out.

Si Lan beckoned him to come over.

Lan Xiaobao's eyes lit up immediately, and he closed the door consciously.

Li Xuyao ​​narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the little guy approach step by step.

Sensitively aware of the sight that stayed on her body, Lan Xiaobao looked over, then retracted with just one glance, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and there was a trace of strangeness in the bottom of her eyes.

Si Lan didn't notice the secret communication between the father and son, so he carried the little guy to the bed, let him sit between himself and Li Xuyao, and asked with concern, "Can't I sleep by myself?"

Lan Xiaobao looked up at her: "I want to sleep with my mother."

"You are almost six years old, you are a big child, you can't always pester your mother." Li Xuyao ​​said, "Now you are the head of the Li family and the young master of the Moon Valley, and you have already shouldered a lot of responsibilities. Like a child, she still wants to follow her mother everywhere.”

Lan Xiaobao rolled his eyes: "A six-year-old child is still a child, Dad, you don't have to try to lie to me."

After the freshness of having a father, he found that there was one more person robbing him of his mother.

This discovery made him feel very uncomfortable.

So during this period of time, the father and son always competed secretly when they had nothing to do.

Of course, this was all behind Si Lan's back.

In front of Si Lan, both of them pretended to be very good, father is kind and son is filial.

Therefore, she didn't notice any abnormality between the two of them. Thinking that she really didn't spend time with the little guy during this time, she said decisively: "Then stay and sleep together."

"Okay." Lan Xiaobao lay down happily, and looked over, "Isn't Mom still asleep?"

"Sleep." Si Lan smiled and lay down, covered the little guy with a quilt, and patted his back, "Go to sleep."

Lan Xiaobao rolled into Si Lan's arms, the reassuring breath made him feel drowsy, and he fell asleep in less than a moment.

Only then did Si Lan look at the man who was staring at them, and asked in a low voice, "Are you—"

Before the words fell, the other party's behavior told her the answer.

Li Xuyao ​​lay down, covered the thin quilt, put his hands around the little guy and put it on Si Lan's waist, and looked at the mother and son softly: "Go to sleep."

In the middle of the night, in a daze, Si Lan felt a warm object sticking to his back.

Perhaps the breath was too familiar, which made her feel at ease, and she did not wake up from a light sleep.

The next morning.

Si Lan opened her eyes and met a pair of sad eyes. She was slightly surprised, touched the little guy's head, and asked patiently: "What's wrong?"

Lan Xiaobao withdrew his controlling expression, kissed Si Lan on the face, and said softly, "Mom, good morning."

Si Lan laughed, "Good morning."

At this moment, I felt the soft lips approaching the neck, and after a moment of coldness, it turned into scorching heat.

It's gone as soon as you touch it, and it's fleeting, accompanied by the man's gentle and magnetic voice: "Good morning."

Si Lan's body was a little stiff, Li Xuyao, who was holding her in his arms, of course noticed it, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Morning." Si Lan's voice was slightly hoarse, "Get up."

As he said that, he withdrew from the body whose body temperature was constantly rising.

After washing and tidying up, we left the room together and went downstairs.

Fu Xiao raised his eyelids, without any surprise.

But to everyone's surprise, Li Xingyan was there.

You know, this man never gets up early for breakfast unless he has to.

Seeing him here at this time will inevitably make people curious.

"Uncle Si, why haven't you made a date with Zhou Gong?" Lan Xiaobao's big eyes were full of curiosity.

Li Xingyan raised his sleepy eyelids, and said with displeasure: "This is up to Mr. Li's Special Assistant Yao, who made serial calls early in the morning."

"Ah?" Lan Xiaobao became even more curious, "Did you offend Uncle Yao?"

"No." Li Xingyan's tone was not very good.

Lan Xiaobao: "You said you didn't have it, but I think you have it."

Li Xingyan: "..."

After breakfast, Li Xuyao ​​and Li Xingyan took Lan Xiaobao to the company.

That's right, Yao Ange was the one who woke him up to take care of the child.

Because he was worried about bringing people at home, Li Xuyao ​​took them to the company.

Under his nose, Li Xingyan couldn't do anything else.

And Si Lan called Song Yu.

She looked at the man sitting across from her. Although she was not as cautious as she was at the beginning, it was not difficult to see that she was still nervous through the hands clenched into fists with slight force.

Si Lan: "Relax, this matter should have been prepared earlier, but it was shelved because I have been busy. I just want to ask you, do you have any plans for the future?"

The environment in which he grew up, coupled with the changes he had suffered, made Song Yu's mind inherently sensitive.

From these words, he heard a message that Si Lan didn't want him anymore.

He must be useless to her, and he seems to have returned to the past all of a sudden.

The heat in my heart is like boiling water in the air, cooling down bit by bit.

There is no complaint in my heart, only sadness and desolation.

He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his last bit of pathetic self-esteem.

"Miss Si, thank you for your care and hospitality during these times. I have nothing to repay you. I still have a few unfinished works. If you like it, take it as yours. Take my reward for a while, although I know you don’t need it, but that’s the only thing I can give—”

"Wait..." The more Si Lan listened, the more she felt something was wrong, she stared at him suspiciously, "Are you leaving? Did you find another place?"

Song Yu's face, which was trying to maintain a normal expression, froze suddenly, and his head drooped slightly.

He wouldn't lie, and he didn't want to lie to this woman who had given him some warmth.

At this moment, silence is the only answer he can give.

Si Lan frowned slightly: "Since there is no other place to go, why did you choose to leave?"

Song Yu didn't dare to raise his head, he was afraid to face Si Lan, the little bit of self-esteem he tried to keep was as thin as paper, and it would be torn if poked.

The whole chest was shrouded in a nameless emotion, the surrounding was very dark, I couldn't see my fingers, and I couldn't find the way forward.

The appearance of almost squatting down and curling himself up in the crook of his arms made Si Lan have a vague guess in his heart.

"You...have you misunderstood something?"

Is it a misunderstanding?

Song Yu was shocked, but he still didn't have the courage to raise his head to see Si Lan's expression.

Si Lan: "I've seen and worn your designs these days, very good. You're still young, so you can't just hang around like this. I'm asking about your plans, mainly to confirm your thoughts and see what you want to do in the future. Whether it is high-end private ordering or a clothing brand. No matter which one is fine, I want to hear your thoughts before we can make arrangements."

This time, Song Yu didn't froze, but just froze there stupidly.

It took a long while before I raised my head and looked at the woman with a calm face: "You...you want to help me?"

Si Lan: "It's not for you, it's for myself. You will be the designer I hired."

"But..." Song Yu lowered his head again, "No one dares to use my designs. If I were a designer, I'm afraid it will affect your studio. As long as others hear that it's me, they will definitely know about those old things. Sometimes, you will also be implicated."

Si Lan: "This is not something you should worry about. You just need to tell whether your intention is to do high-end customization or branding."

Song Yu: "If you want to do it, you can actually take both into account. High-end customization needs to be booked in advance, and we can also do ordinary things..."

Afterwards, Song Yu came slowly and explained some of his insights on the design one by one.

(End of this chapter)