"Just this once, I will take the initiative to send him back to Su's house in two days. It will definitely not affect the development of the relationship between you and the child." She said and promised.

Hearing this, Su Zhengxiao raised his brows, with an obvious look of reluctance on his face: "Impossible! I must take him back to Su's house now."

Jing Xuan, however, became slightly agitated. He stood behind Tang Xiaoran and tightened the corners of her clothes with his small hands. He was obviously afraid of her compromise and consent.

Tang Xiaoran naturally felt his sensitive but cautious emotions, and instantly, her heart ached.

Su Zhengxiao insisted not to push back, so she was the only one to move back.

"Leave him at my place tonight, and I will send him to you early tomorrow morning." As long as she can take the child away now, what does it mean for her to take a step back?

He raised his eyes, and what came out was still two words: "No!"

The despair in Tang Xiaoran's heart was beyond words. She couldn't fight him, and she couldn't take him away, even if he was her own son.

Her heart was being torn apart bit by bit. She suppressed the pain of being unable to breathe, squatted down, and arranged Jingxuan's clothes; "I'll pick you up after a while, okay?"

Jing Xuan didn't speak, his little head was slightly drooped, and his eyes were looking down at Tang Xiaoran.

"I haven't prepared anything you like to eat this time. When you come over next time, I will cook your favorite food for you." Her voice was a little suppressed, trying to sound calmer, but there was still a slight sound at the end.

Trembling slightly.

His mouth was closed in embarrassment, and tears were about to fall. Jingxuan reached out and wiped them randomly in response.

Su Zhengxiao stood beside the two of them, taking in their expressions and reactions. He narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his eyes, and then said, "It's okay to have a meal tonight."

Tang Xiaoran's hand froze slightly, and she understood his words in an instant. She changed her depression and discomfort just now, she held his little hand and smiled: 'Let's go."

Jingxuan finally smiled and followed behind him obediently, picking up things on the ground.

The moment the two left, they didn't even look at Su Zhengxiao, let alone say hello.

A ball of fire came up in his heart, and Su Zhengxiao cursed in his heart angrily, he might as well not have said those words just now!

The car gradually moved forward, blocking the way of the two of them. He looked unhappy, a little irritable, and more impatient: "Get in the car!"

Tang Xiaoran said directly: "You walk slowly, we will take the bus!"

"I have something to do in a while and I don't have time to pick him up. After dinner, I will take him back to Su's house. If he wants to, he can get in the car. If he doesn't, he can give up!"

As long as she could get along with her children, no matter how long or short the time was, she was willing to let Jingxuan give up the car first. She reached out to hold the bag tightly, glanced at the brightly shiny Bentley parked in front of her, and made no next move.

After thinking for a while, Tang Xiaoran bent down and said to Jing Xuan in the car, "I'll take a taxi, you follow."

She never thought about getting into his car, not to mention that she was still carrying a messy bag, let alone getting into his car.

As she said that, she stood on the side of the road, tied the bag tightly, and waited for the taxi. Seeing this, Su Zhengxiao's expression turned cold, and his eyebrows continued to narrow upward. After all, he was impatient, pushed the door open and walked over to get in.

Shou directly grabbed her bag and said in a gloomy voice: "You are so pretentious!"

Before Tang Xiaoran could react, he had already opened the trunk of the Bentley and threw the bag in casually.

Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, he became even more impatient: "Go or not?"

This time, she endured it, not wanting to make things too stiff and lose the chance to get along with Jingxuan.

Sitting in the back seat, Jingxuan crawled into her arms, as if he was afraid that she would leave him, his small arms wrapped around her neck, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

The car drove forward, and no one in the car spoke. Su Zhengxiao drove, and Tang Xiaoran stared at the child in her arms softly, stroking his hair.

The place where she lived was not close and not very clean. Sitting in the back seat, from the corner of her eye, she could see Su Zhengxiao's eyebrows that were almost furrowed into the Chinese character "Chuan", but she ignored it.

After finding a good place, the car stopped. Tang Xiaoran got out of the car with Jingxuan in her arms. She walked slowly because her feet were not stable after all.

There was no elevator in the community, there were only stairs. She carried it up to the third floor and couldn't carry it anymore. She asked Jingxuan to walk by himself, while Su Zhengxiao followed behind with a look of disgust.

Entering the room, Jingxuan had already spontaneously sat down at the table and said obediently, "Mom makes porridge while I do my homework."

"Okay." She went to the bathroom, washed her hands and face, then came out and started washing rice to prepare porridge.

The room was small, and Su Zhengxiao was tall. When he walked in, he felt that half of the room was suddenly missing.

In such a simple and shabby room, Su Zhengxiao's eyes swept up and down, looking around, and then fell on Tang Xiaoran not far away.

How does she live in such an environment?

The corridor outside is dirty and smelly, and occasionally the disgusting smell of urine reaches the nose. Is this the owner's place?

The room was very clean and tidy, and there were several pots of flowers. When you walked in, there was no pungent smell, but a faint scent of mint.

What's more, there was no place for him to sit down in the room, so Su Zhengxiao could calmly open the hanging curtain and sit directly on the bed as if he were at home.

Jingxuan was very happy and was doing his homework diligently and obediently. The light in the room was dim, not too bright, but it did not seem empty.

Tang Xiaoran cooked eight-treasure porridge, which was Jingxuan's favorite. She also chose some vegetables. While cooking the porridge, she made fried mushrooms with green vegetables, shredded pork with green peppers, and sweet potato stew, which tasted very fragrant.

After a while, when the meal was ready, she turned back and said softly to Jingxuan, "Clear the table and then eat."

Nodding, Jingxuan quickly put away his homework, found a rag, and wiped the table. When Tang Xiaoran was serving rice, he ran over and took the initiative to serve it.

Su Zhengxiao looked at it secretly. When he was in Su's house, he was either on hunger strike or crying. How could he be as humane as he is now?

Only two bowls of eight-treasure porridge were served. Mother and son sat opposite each other, completely ignoring Su Zhengxiao, treating him as nothing but a transparent person.

Jingxuan liked to eat very much, and the chopsticks in his hands never stopped. Tang Xiaoran was picking up vegetables for him, and kept blessing him to eat slower.

Precisely because the room is not big, the fragrance is all over the room now, making people smell it and can't help but twitch their fingers.

Like Jingxuan, Su Zhengxiao hadn't eaten his dinner yet, and he didn't feel hungry just now. Now he felt hungry, and his stomach even made noises.

No matter where he was, he was always casual, and without anyone to entertain him, he got up and went to the kitchen. There was still a lot of porridge left, so he served himself a bowl.

Hearing the sound, Tang Xiaoran turned around and saw Su Zhengxiao standing there serving porridge. She frowned, but she looked at it emotionlessly and then looked away.

Regarding such actions, Su Zhengxiao never considered it shameless or thick-skinned.

Sitting down at the dining table, he tasted some of the dishes she cooked. They tasted delicious and tasted like home cooking.

In the end, Jingxuan only ate one bowl of porridge, but Su Zhengxiao ate all the remaining porridge into his stomach, including all the vegetables.

Tang Xiaoran was not condoning his random actions, but felt that there was no need to speak to him.

From the moment she got divorced, she told herself that from now on, whatever he did would have nothing to do with her.

Jing Xuan couldn't solve some questions, so Tang Xiaoran sat beside him, explaining and teaching him softly.

Su Zhengxiao leaned lazily on the bed behind him, feeling that the atmosphere was just right, neither too deserted nor too lively.

By the time Jingxuan finished his homework and mother and son got up, Su Zhengxiao had fallen asleep on the bed.

Tang Xiaoran still wanted to spend more time with Jingxuan, so she didn't call him and asked Jingxuan how he was doing during this time.

In this way, time passed quietly. In the end, Su Zhengxiao was awakened by nightmares. Over the years, at night, he would always have repeated dreams about Zuo Qingrou's death, including the appearance and tragic scene of her death.

And her eyes were not closed before she died.

Perhaps Su Zhengxiao didn't realize that Zuo Qingrou's death had created a nightmare in his heart.

He had that dream again. His forehead hurt and he felt dizzy. He propped himself up and sat up, kneading it gently with his fingers.

When the pain gradually dissipated, I looked at the time on my wrist. It was already ten o'clock, very late, and I couldn't stay any longer.

He stretched his shoulders and casually hooked up his suit jacket. Jingxuan had also fallen asleep in Tang Xiaoran's arms.

Su Zhengxiao walked over and reached out to take Jingxuan. Subconsciously, she hugged the child tightly in her arms.

He was tall and tall, and he was bending over. The distance between him and her was very close. She didn't look at him, but was avoiding his actions.

He let out a slight snort of disdain between his breaths, and inserted his arms into her arms with a strong force. At this time, Tang Xiaoran suddenly raised his head, and their foreheads hit each other firmly.

She was in pain and her brows were furrowed tightly. Su Zhengxiao also raised his eyebrows slightly in pain. Unexpectedly, her forehead was as hard as a stone; "Let go!"

Tang Xiaoran neither let go nor moved, but maintained the same posture as before.

Her strength was stronger than expected. Su Zhengxiao bent down a little more, and the strength on his arms also increased.

Just as he continued to lean down, Tang Xiaoran suddenly moved back. His unsupported body hanging in the air instinctively fell forward, and his thin lips brushed across her cheek impartially.

Soft, moist, and slightly cool, this was the feeling it left on his lips.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes darkened, but Tang Xiaoran continued to retreat. He finally lowered his voice, "If you don't want to wake Jingxuan up, it's best not to move anymore. Do you think you can keep him tonight if you don't let go?"

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The last sentence really hit Tang Xiaoran's chest. She was startled and let go.

With his eyes sweeping over her body, Su Zhengxiao casually took the suit with one hand, put it on the sleeping Jing Xuan, and took him away.

Tang Xiaoran did not send him off again. She stood by the window and watched from a distance as Jingxuan was taken into the car and disappeared, and her heart ached again.

Jingxuan was placed in the back seat, still covered in a suit. The heater in the car was on, and the temperature was neither high nor low.

Rubbing his lips with his fingers, Su Zhengxiao's eyes narrowed, and then there was a dead calmness, without any fluctuations in emotions.

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The next morning.

Tang Xiaoran was packing up his things. He sold some things yesterday and there were a lot of things left in the bag, a lot.

At this moment, her cell phone rang, and she picked it up. It was a call from a company, saying that they had read her resume and asked her to come to work.
To be continued...