Chapter 33:

Day1218:02
In fact, I can't blame Songran for nothing wrong.
The identity of Bubu's birth mother has become a mystery, her appearance has become a mystery, and the reason why she parted ways with Mr. He has also become a mystery, and she is the character who has the best chance to kill her with a carbine. Songran’s cherished small family has just been established, and its foundations are not stable. The two key partners only signed a verbal contract over the phone. One has never met each other, and the other has never played a gun. The revolutionary friendship is still in its infancy. , Can't stop the boss from behind the scenes, of course he will be afraid.
This time I opened the skylight and finished talking. Apart from Mr. He's assurance, Bobu's mother's sexual orientation is like a heart-lifting agent, so that Songran can regain peace.
Moving away from the heart-wrenching mountain of "Mother and Child", Songran was overwhelmed with joy, and rushed a few drafts like chicken blood in the afternoon. Zhang Zhang was exquisite and warm, and it was remarkable. In the evening, he didn't even cook. He rode his bike and took Bobu to eat chicken and fries (Mr. He strongly doesn't recommend), and went to the Paragon to watch a Disney cartoon.
Bubu was dying of happiness, his cheeks on both sides were filled with popcorn, and he leaned in for a kiss.
"Brother is really nice!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the popcorn dregs rained all over Songran's neck.
At night, they went home to feed the cat and took a shower. The two lay on the bed and read stories. After reading the story, Songran pretended to test Bubu: "Do you have a sister?"
"Yeah!" Bubu nodded proudly, "My sister is so beautiful, there are pictures, I will show you if you don't believe me!"
Without waiting for Songran to say "I believe", he chuckles out of the bed and rushes out of the bedroom barefoot.
"You don't wear shoes!"
He exploded in anger, bent down and picked up a pair of slippers on the ground, and chased behind. Budou lay on the sofa with his paws, calmly watching them run through the living room one after another.
Finally the slippers were put on and the photos were brought.
Bubu crawled into Songran’s arms and showed him the photo show—the lake and the dock were the background. Two long-haired girls in wedding dresses were sitting on the waterside, hugging a little girl in pink and jade. Lying on his stomach is a loyal and handsome big golden retriever wearing a small top hat and a small bow tie.
Boob pointed to the little girl and introduced: "This is my sister, Ashley. Her hair is golden and her eyes are blue. Does it look good?"
"It looks good." Songran praised from the bottom of his heart, "It's very beautiful."
Boob is very useful, and proudly said: "Of course, who called her my sister!"
"Hmm, Boob's sister is the most beautiful."
Song Ran cooperated to make him happy.
Then, Boob pointed to the two girls in the photo: "This is my mother, this is Ashley's mother. They got married last fall and are in Auckland."
As He Zhiyuan described, Lu Jin is a beautiful oriental beauty, with apricot eyes, smoke eyebrows, gentle and sober temperament-both genes are so good, it is no wonder that the little who was born is so popular. The Irish girl beside Lu Jin was much brighter, with eight teeth showing her smile, her chin lifted lightly, and she looked enthusiastic and gorgeous.
Their looks are pleasing, but Songran can't like it.
He thought that if they had made the right choice and had not deceived He Zhiyuan, he would have liked them a little bit more - even if it was because of this deception that Bobu could come to the world.
Songran admits that he is a hater, and his mind is as small as a pinhole, not as generous as He Zhiyuan. In other words, he is not strong enough to stand on a high place like He Zhiyuan, and show tolerance to each other. He Zhiyuan chose to shake hands and make peace, perhaps because of the innocent Ashley, perhaps because he wanted to preserve a harmonious "parental relationship" for Bobo, or because he was really calm and calm, he didn't care anymore.
But he can't.
When he thinks of the word "liar", he is almost like a throat-the man he admires, his partner who is holding hands, has been badly deceived, insulted and exploited during the time he did not know him. It is tolerable, who Unbearable.
"Brother?" Bubu reached out and poked at him, "Did you hear what I said?"
He was in a daze: "What's the matter?"
Seeing him absent-mindedly, Bubu shook his head like a little adult, and put on a helpless expression: "I just said that they took wedding photos, we can take them too! When you and dad get married, the three of us too Take a picture like this and send it to mom, okay?"
Songran's spirit was lifted and he slapped his thigh loudly: "Okay!"
This trick to relieve the hatred, it works!
Bubu was frightened by his overreaction, his body leaned back slightly, and raised his hand in a daze: "Then I...I want to wear a small suit!"
"Okay, little suit." Songran held the child's armpits, hugged him, and kissed him, "Bubu really clever!"
Boob chuckled with joy.
Songran looked at the way he laughed, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
He glanced at both left and right, and fell into contemplation: Bobu is indeed good-looking, but this kind of beauty is not a literary show, nor is it classical, it clearly belongs to the neatness and handsomeness of a boy.
He grabbed the photo and carefully compared the facial features of Bubu and Lu Jin, and found that only one or two points were similar.
So, the remaining eighty-nine points are like Mr. He?
Thinking of this possibility, Songran became excited uncontrollably, her eyes bright, like a shovel shoveling out bright gold, or like turning on a kilowatt spotlight.
He asked Boob, "Do you look like Dad?"
Bubu nodded and said, "Like, many people say that I and Dad are super alike!"
"Then... Then your father should be handsome, right?"
Songran stared at Bobo intently, unable to hide the brilliance of his eyes and the arc of the corners of his lips. That posture resembled an addicted lottery player holding the lottery ticket and drawing the lottery. He only raised his arms and shouted: Very handsome, very handsome, Very handsome!
Bubu put his cheek in his hand and glanced at his spineless brother: "Ask him knowingly."
You have painted, and you asked me if I was handsome.
Humph.
When Songran heard this, she was so excited that she pressed Bubu's shoulders with both hands and asked eagerly, "You have pictures of your mother and sister. You must have your father's, right? Show me?"
"Do not!"
Bobo simply refused.
He promised his father that he would never reveal the photos to Brother Songran for unknown reasons. The promise between father and son must be kept firmly, so he frolicked and threw himself on Song Ran's neck, and said sweetly: "Brother just look at me, I'm really super like Dad!"
Song Ran pouted disappointedly.
No way, he had to step back and look at Bobu's small face, trying to reconstruct Mr. He's face in his mind through his infinite imagination.
Who knows, the more he looks, the more weird he feels.
This kid...Why do you look familiar?
When a person is lucky, picking up a strand of hair can solve a terrifying case, but when he walks back to memorizing, the son with highly restored facial features stands in front of him, still can't remember his father is sacred.
Songran struggled for the clues, but couldn't match the truth and cunning, and finally couldn't remember the reason, so she had to attribute the "familiarity" to Bobu for too long, rather than to resemble an acquaintance. He himself suffocated his appetite, his heart itch like an ant crawling, and embarrassed to ask Mr. He for the photos, so that night, Songran unexpectedly suffered from insomnia.
While he was insomnia, someone walked across the promenade on the fifth floor of an oval glass building on the other side of the ocean, tapped the frosted door of the CEO's office three times, and then pushed it open.
"Good morning!"
Carl Kraus raised his head to see the visitor clearly, stopped his work, leaned back comfortably, leaned back in his chair, and greeted happily.
He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand: "Remote control."
Carl didn't ask why, opened the first drawer on the right hand side, found a remote control the size of a lighter, and threw it in the air. The remote control draws a smooth arc and falls precisely into He Zhiyuan's palm.
He Zhiyuan lowered his head and pressed a few times. The blinds next to the window slowly descended to the bottom, the blades rotated, the light in the office changed from bright to dark, and a white wall on the opposite side was lit up, showing the operating system interface. He cut into his cloud account, where there are many files, and the top one is a video uploaded just five minutes ago.
The total time is 14 minutes and 18 seconds.
He pressed the play button, then walked up to Carl a few steps, turned and leaned leisurely on the edge of the desk, with his long legs folded, and gently put the remote control on top.
Carl didn't ask a word, watching with interest.
This is an unedited original video with no noise removal and no background music. There are plenty of sunlight, floating leaves and green plants, small glass fish tanks, ceramic vases, and seven or eight elegant animal cards.
The color is bright and the tone is refreshing.
The protagonist of the video is a laughing youth and a lively child. They should be cleaning, each doing their own things, but they are also very close. During the process, they have maintained frequent interactions. From time to time, they hug and rub two hands, laugh at each other, and laugh and laugh.
The third protagonist is a beautiful puppet.
I have to say that it is extremely lens-like, and always likes to pace to the center of the frame, unexpectedly lie down on its side, revealing its white velvet belly, and open its four small paws to bask in the sun. If the lens is moved away, it will climb up at the fastest speed, once again accurately find the center of the lens.
"What's this?" Carl asked. "Are you looking for new footage?"
He Zhiyuan sold it off and didn't answer him positively. He just said, "Evaluate it objectively."
So Carl watched attentively for dozens of seconds. After careful consideration, he sat up straight and gave a very positive affirmation: "Adults and children are very photogenic, close in relationship, and interact naturally. There is no trace of performance. Say, it feels better than the actor I looked for before. And this cat...this cat cooperates so well, the camera feels surprisingly strong, it is incredible to do this step without editing-you go Where do you find the actors?"
He Zhiyuan smiled and said, "This is Boob."
"Boob?!"
Carl couldn't believe it. He grabbed the remote control and played the video backwards, freezing a certain frame where Boob's face appeared. He stared and pondered for a while, and finally recognized what the child looked like, and immediately sighed: "It has changed a lot. I haven't seen him for more than a year. He has grown into a handsome little boy-wait, this, This was taken by your Q7?"
He looked at He Zhiyuan in surprise.
"Well, my house."
He Zhiyuan nodded, his eyes still staying on the screen.
Carl remembered that there was another main character in the video and wanted to ask who it was. Suddenly, he caught a special feeling from He Zhiyuan's overly gentle expression. He was taken aback for a moment, looked up and down at He Zhiyuan, and continued to play the video, so that the picture was frozen on Songran's face: "So this one? Zhiyuan, who is this handsome gentleman?"
He Zhiyuan looked back at him and smiled calmly: "Boyfriend."
"Wow!" Carl whistled in admiration, pushed away the chair, stood up, went around the table, hooked He Zhiyuan's neck and pulled hard to his side, "It's beautifully bent! Welcome to the Rainbow Group!"
He Zhiyuan accepted the enthusiasm calmly: "Thank you."
Carl said again: "Congratulations on getting out of the shadows. After five years, you are finally in love again."
He Zhiyuan's smile froze.
He knew that Carl was joking, but still solemnly pulled Carl's hand away, turned his head, and looked at him with extreme earnestness: "I repeat, I have never had a psychological shadow. I am single because the angel has never come."
Carl opened his mouth wide and stared at him for ten seconds. Then he said: "I really shouldn't criticize you for not being romantic enough... Just this sentence, I promise, you only have to face it. Speak out, he will be so hard to explode."
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Actually, I have a more romantic idea."
Carl's interest increased: "What idea?"
"If you are willing to accompany me on the adventure, this press conference, in my part..." He Zhiyuan said verbatim, very clearly, "I want to use this video instead."
Carl instantly turned into a stone sculpture, and after a long time he was relieved from shock, and sighed: "My God, you must love him very much."
Song Ran's mood is very irritable these days.
It was getting closer and closer to April 18th. For a while, he was excited about "I want to see Mr. He", and for a while, he was worried about "What to do if he died after seeing the light".
Of course, excitement is more than worrying.
He caused Chunsi, dreaming all day long, got up in the morning and opened his eyes, always wishing that Mr. He was lying beside him. No matter eating, rushing to the paper, or going to the bathroom, the mobile phone will not leave your side, glance at the screen every few minutes, for fear of missing the call. Once halfway through the shower, the outside bell rang, and he couldn't even cover the birds, he rushed out to answer the phone in a hurry, and was almost hit by Bobo.
He Zhiyuan wanted to accompany him more, but the press conference was approaching, and the material was temporarily removed, and there were too many things to deal with. The nightly flirting call was shortened from one hour to half an hour and then to a quarter of an hour.
Even in this short quarter of an hour, he could not miss it.
Songran couldn't see a real person in the first place. These days, even the magnetic sound has become a scarce product, and he is facing cut-off at any time. The whole person is seriously dissatisfied with his desires.
"In heat?"
He Zhiyuan heard his hoarse and soft voice, and he got a good guess.
Song Ran was ashamed and silent.
"I can't come back temporarily, what should I do?"
"Why, what, do? Why don't you come back, why don't you just me!" Songran was embarrassed and cursed the street with a ripe tomato face, "You are not a human, you The boss is not a human being. He calls people to work overtime all day long. Does he have no sex?"
Not really.
He Zhiyuan wanted to say that the boss was himself, but Songran was scolding so much that he was embarrassed, and had to swallow it back.
After Songran complained about the "non-existent boss", his anger was exhausted, and Xiao Songran in his crotch reluctantly softened.
He cried out slimyly: "Mr. He..."
He Zhiyuan: "Huh?"
"Mr. He..."
"Ok."
"Mr. He..."
"..."
He Zhiyuan smiled dumbly: "You should take a cold shower."
Songran refused and continued to rub his pillow.
At the end of the phone call, when I hung up, the pillow almost got off the line. He Zhiyuan remembered the crucial matter before he mentioned it, so he said: "Song Ran, our company will hold a product launch tomorrow morning and open the webcast. Are you interested in watching it?"
Songran's lack of interest: "All English?"
"Yes."
"What about subtitles?"
"I'm afraid not."
When Songran heard it, she became even more slouched: "My English is not good, so I definitely can't understand it."
"It's okay, the content is not esoteric, and you can understand most of it by looking at the screen." He Zhiyuan said softly, "Is the result of working overtime for more than ten days, are you really not interested?"
Songran thought for a while, and a funny thought came into his mind, and said with a smirk: "You tell me the truth, is it because the Internet is not popular enough, and you want to pull me in the head?"
He Zhiyuan didn’t explain, and readily accepted the charge:
Yes, we urgently need your click support, so you have to stay online all the time. When the press conference is over, I will call you to spot check the key points.

"Workaholic."
Songran whispered, rolled over with her arms around her pillow, and said lazily, "Okay, I think that's it."