Gu Ran was lying on the bedside, drawing pictures on the paper with a crayon. Soon, a long-haired woman appeared on the paper. He raised the drawing paper and smiled happily: "Sister Yue, I drew a mother."
The woman in the painting has a gentle face, which is completely different from his mother Lin Ran.
"It would be nice if my mother was so gentle." Gu Ran muttered pitifully while holding the drawing paper.
The mother in the painting is just his fantasy.
He is an unfortunate child, and his mother doesn't love him at all. Yesterday, when he came back from his grandfather's house, his mother gave him a severe lesson. His arms were pinched in several places by his mother's long nails. After his mother left, he quietly slipped out from under the bed.
He found a band-aid and put it on. But the wound still hurt so much that he couldn't sleep well all night and woke up early.
The noise in the corridor caught Gu Ran's attention. He hid the drawing paper under his pillow, tiptoed to the door, silently opened the door a crack and poked his face out.
"Lin Ran, I'll give you 20 million, can you give me the video..." Rong Changshun blocked Lin Ran's bedroom door with his foot and asked in a negotiating tone.
As the mayor of City A, he must not have any scandals. If what Lin Ran recorded was known, it would not only ruin his political future, but also lead to him being investigated. If financial problems were involved again, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life.
Have to spend time in jail.
Lin Ran raised his hand and approached Rong Changshun with a charming smile. After helping him tidy up his tie thoughtfully, he patted his chest and said with a smile: "Uncle, our IQs are not low. Right?"
Rong Changshun heard Lin Ran's words and understood that she would never give him the video. "You are cruel!"
"Poppies are poisonous, but there are still many men flocking to them." Lin Ran smiled seductively at Rong Changshun. Her posing look was like facing a movie fan, smiling in a charming way.
If Rong Changshun hadn't fallen for her, he would have been seduced by her. He gritted his teeth and turned around to leave without any choice.
After spending 10 million, he only played with her once and would have to be controlled by her in the future. Thinking about it, he felt useless.
Lin Ran watched Rong Changshun go downstairs and closed the bedroom door with a sneer.
Gu Ran quietly looked at the man coming out of his mother's room, wondering why his great-uncle came to their house. He retreated into the room, sat on his little bed, and continued to look up at the dawning sky.
"Sister Yue, can you bring dad back?"
Suddenly, the door was opened. Gu Ran was startled and immediately knelt down. Lin Ran approached the crib step by step, and Gu Ran stepped back in fear: "Mom..."
Lin Ran narrowed his beautiful eyes tightly, held Gu Ran's chin, and said viciously: "No matter what you saw, forget it! If you dare to say a word to outsiders, I will break your neck!"
If it weren't for Gu Dingbang, she wouldn't have had this useless child!
"Xiao Ran didn't see anything." Gu Ran looked at Lin Ran defensively. His mother would hit him every time he showed such a look.
Lin Ran pushed hard, snorted coldly, and left ruthlessly.
There was no need for her to be a loving mother when there was no one at home. Especially the child's eyes were so clear and transparent. Every time she saw those eyes, she wanted to get angry.
Seven years ago, she finally hooked up with Gu Chao, but was ruined by an ugly girl who had just graduated. Gu Chao would only come to her when he had a quarrel with Qin Yuchu. She became the dream lover of many men.
Gu Chao has a dispensable bed partner. She is not willing to do so. In this world, she is the only one who plays with men, and men are not allowed to play with her.
The back of Gu Ran's head hit the head of the bed, causing a big bump. He covered the back of his head and fell on the bed with tears in his eyes: "Sister Yue, why doesn't mom love Ranran?"
The moon shook its head in the sky and gradually disappeared into the clouds.