C27 My Young Man Is too Cold

After the meal, Lan Shumo remembered that he still did not know the boy's name. He watched the boy in the corner of the sofa, staring intently at the television. "Kid, what's your name?"

The boy looked at him and slowly shook his head.

"Don't you know? Then you can take my surname. You can call me Lan Qiyu. " Lan Shumo unconsciously revealed his real surname.

Blue? The boy narrowed his eyes. Didn't he sign "Western Ink" when he was handling the adoption procedure? Why did it become Blue now?

Lan Shumo looked at the boy staring at him. He thought that the boy was dissatisfied with his name. "What's wrong? Doesn't sound good? I think it's pretty good. "

The boy shook his head and continued watching TV.

Host, is your IQ offline? You are now in Western Ink, not Lan Shumo! Ah! You are going crazy, you are going crazy! Host, can you be more careful?! The System couldn't help but roar. God knows how much it wanted to turn into a physical object and slap Lan Shumo to wake him up.

"Ah, that's right! I forgot. . . " Lan Shumo bit his lower lip. "Then what should we do now?"

What else can we do? Do as you see fit. I can't do anything about it either. The System spread its hands, indicating that the trouble you caused, you take care of it yourself.

Lan Shumo curled up on the sofa in frustration, his chin resting on his knees, his hands wrapped around his legs, in a posture that was not affected by external factors.

The boy looked at Lan Shumo and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Are you alright?"

Out of instinct, Lan Shumo answered directly, "I'm fine. " After a long while, Lan Shumo finally reacted. He looked at the boy in surprise. "Did you just say something?"

The boy nodded. Lan Shumo was pleasantly surprised. "This is the first time I've heard you speak. Your voice is quite nice. " After saying that, he looked at the boy with a smile.

. . . "Thank you. " The boy lightly said two words and then there was nothing else.

"Hm? No more?" Lan Shumo looked at the boy with an elegant gaze. "Little Yu?"

The boy was obviously stunned, but he quickly returned to his original appearance. Lan Shumo curled his lips. "You are really boring. "

The next morning. . . .

"Xiao Yu, can you stay home obediently?" Lan Shumo was changing his shoes at the entrance when he spoke to Lan Qiyu.

When Lan Qiyu heard this, he walked in front of Lan Shumo and asked faintly, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to work. It's not far from here. I'll come back at noon to cook for you. Can you stay at home obediently?" Lan Shumo said softly to him, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Lan Qiyu was stunned. He pulled the corner of his shirt and said, "I want to go with you. "

Lan Shumo looked at Lan Qiyu, who was tightly pulling on the corner of his shirt. He pursed his lips and frowned. In the end, he could not bear to refuse, "Okay, but you can't run around. You have to sit quietly, okay?"

Lan Qiyu nodded obediently. Lan Shumo saw that Lan Qiyu had changed his shoes by himself. He did not say anything more. He took Lan Qiyu's hand and walked to the company.

Lan Shumo let Lan Qiyu sit in his seat while he sorted out the documents and prepared for the meeting with Qin Xunci later.

Lan Shumo said to Lan Qiyu in a low voice, "Little Yu, just sit here obediently. I will go to the meeting. Don't go anywhere, alright?"

Lan Qiyu didn't say anything. He just nodded his head.

Lan Shumo looked at Yu Mu, who was making a document for him. Yu Mu handed him a document. Lan Shumo smiled at him and said, "Thank you. I was waiting for this document. Oh right, can you help me take a look at Little Yu?"

Yu Mu looked at Lan Qiyu, who was sitting in Lan Shumo's office chair. "Okay, you go ahead and do your work. "

" Thank you, then. I'll treat you to a meal later. " After Lan Shumo said that, he turned around and went to the CEO's office.

Lan Qiyu did not even look at Yu Mu. He just quietly played with Lan Shumo's computer.

. . .

Crab Crab's Demon Girl Nana's recommendation ticket.

Should I add an extra ticket for you in the middle of the night? . . .