Five years later.

When the child grows up, his nickname is Xiao Guaiguai. Because he couldn't find his own "dad", he was unable to settle down, and the poor little boy became a black account.

The little boy who has a mother who has no "father" pain is very good, and everyone loves.

After work, Dou Xiaoyema kept rushing to the kindergarten to pick up the little boy. Suddenly it rained heavily in the sky, and the two of them hid in the mall.

"Mom, look!" Xiao Guaiguai's milky voice was like a silver bell.

Dou Xiaoye held his daughter's short and chubby hand, followed the direction of her fingers and saw the large LED screen hanging in the mall. He saw a certain figure on the screen clearly, and his smile was a little frozen.

Xiao Guai bit her fingers and giggled, "Wow—this young lady is so pretty!"

Dou Xiaoye's eyes didn't blink, his eye sockets gradually moistened.

The little boy who couldn't get a response looked at her mother and found that her mother was crying. She shook her head and took her mother's hand and asked, "What's wrong with you, mother?"

Dou Xiaoye looked in a trance, she raised her head to dry her tears, and smiled softly at Xiao Gua: "No, my mother didn't cry, it's because the sweat is in the eyes."

Little Guai believed it to be true, grinned, and said: "Mom is also so beautiful, just as beautiful as the little sister above."

Dou Xiaoye couldn't help but glanced at the screen again, but he had already switched to other advertisements.

The figure disappeared, but the smile of the man was deep in her mind.

Dou Xiaoye stroked her daughter's floppy hair, thinking, "Stupid boy, what little sister, that's your mother."

After Murong Shi chased someone's update, he was once again severely thundered. The balance was sufficient, she threw another deep water at will, and pulled down to see the comments of other readers.

-Five years later, you let Ono be a single mother for five years. How hard it is! You also said this is sweet text!

-good boy? Can you be more perfunctory when you name your name?

—One day five years later, Xiao Guaiguai met his other mother and shouted sweetly: "Hello, Miss Sister!"...A sister and a mother, this generation is all messed up 2333

—Gong’s identity is a model? I remember it seems to have been said in the group that the prototype of Gong is their boss' daughter?

Boss daughter? Isn't this just talking about yourself?

Murong Shi was uncomfortable when he saw these four words, and she could not be blamed for being sensitive. After all, Xu Chuanchuan dared to say bad things about her on Weibo, and it was not surprising that she would write her in the book.

If that's the case...

Murong Shi squinted his eyes, logged on Weibo, and sent a private message to someone.

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Refund."

Soon, Xu Chuanchuan was so sleepy that he was yawning, ready to scan a wave of reader comments before going to bed, just refreshing to the deep water thrown by "Passerby Poetry". Before he was happy, he saw the two sent by someone. Words. There was a thud in her heart.

Love Mala Tang: "I saw the deep water you threw at me, and you slipped a bit wrong again? Or I will send you a big red envelope~"

One hand skating is understandable, but it is incredible to do it twice. Is this local tyrant not looking good, plus Parkinson?

Cough—Xu Chuanchuan was more willing to believe that this arrogant local tyrant was teasing herself, so she added another sentence cautiously.

Love Mala Tang: "Don't you like my article?"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "It's okay."

Murong Shi also realized that she was impulsive, and she blamed the lychee. She got angry after only a few of them. This Xu Chuanchuan also couldn't help but teased, and actually sent her a red envelope. Murong Shi confiscated.

Love Mala Tang: "Why not accept..."

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "You first tell me how the two women have children?"

Love Mala Tang: "Uh...this is a strange setting. You have to ask me how I was born. I don't know. Besides, Jinjiang is so strict and doesn't write [shy]"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Oh, then refund the money."

I love Mala Tang: "If I give you a red envelope, you will also confiscate it. What do you mean [grief], sister, just tell me, what do you want to do..."

Murong Shi: Why don't you just have a stomachache when you are idle!

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Don't call me a girl."

Love Mala Tang: "Are you a man???"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Men look at the novel you wrote?"

Love Mala Tang: "It's not surprising, there are a few male readers in my readership, but there are relatively few. Of course, I know you must be a female."

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "How can you see it?"

Love Mala Tang: "It feels." Anyway, no man she knows is as proud as this local tyrant.

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "I am older than you."

Love Mala Tang: "Then I call you Miss Sister?"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "..."

Which pot does not open and which pot.

Murong Shi remembered the content of the second chapter that he had just read. In it, the little boy called the woman on the screen to be a "little sister". The reader spoiled that it was offensive. When I remembered that one of the readers mentioned that she might be the prototype of this "little sister", Murong Shi's face became even more ugly.

Love Mala Tang: "Or Sister Shi?"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "..."

Murong Shi wanted to ask her about the archetype of Gong, but was worried that the question would be exposed, so she had to endure it.

Love Mala Tang: "Forget it, I'll call you a local tyrant." Because of the word "poem", she really doesn't like it.

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Whatever you want."

Love Mala Tang: "Since you refuse to accept the red envelope here, I will send it to you with the author number, so that you can use it to read other articles. Thank you very much [爱心]"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "No need."

Xu Chuanchuan wanted to come, too, people threw five to her and four in one breath without hesitation. How could they miss her little red envelope money?

Love Mala Tang: "Then I won't refund you anymore, give you a loving hug [hug][shy]"

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "Just want to send me like this?"

Love Mala Tang: "Then what do you want? You don't want to send books, and you don't accept red envelopes..."

There is no poem for the girl's feelings: "You still owe me a piece of meat, forget it?"

"Puff—" Xu Chuanchuan slobbered on the phone screen, and some fell on Xu Xiangxiang's arm lying next to him.

Xu Xiangxiang jumped up and complained loudly: "Sister, what are you doing!"

Xu Chuanchuan wiped his mouth with a tissue, blushing, and said, "It's nothing, it's choking."

Xu Xiangxiang rolled her eyes, lest she would be harmed again, she moved aside and continued to play games with others.

Xu Chuanchuan looked at the screen, staring at the last line of text in a daze.

Of course she didn't forget...

She thought the local tyrant had forgotten...

Although Xu Chuanchuan likes money very much, he must be principled, and he must not bend for five buckets of rice!

It is impossible for her to write meat! Otherwise, what if every reader tempts her to let her write meat in the future?

Love Mala Tang: "Oh, it's getting late, I have to wake up early tomorrow, you also have to rest early, good night~"

Although the local tyrants are generous, they are really hard to serve! It's better to keep a little distance, and slip away.

The author has something to say: I personally do not give birth to children, nor do I become black for the sake of darkness. Because Murong hadn't read a few novels, she couldn't get popular among the public, and it was rare and weird. So in her opinion, Lily's childbirth was absurd.

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