Towards the end of the year, Luo Cheng became busy instead. Mu Xiaoqing went on a business trip to give lectures. He was left alone and it was boring to eat by himself, so he simply ate in the workplace cafeteria all day.
It was almost nine o'clock when the driver took him home.
Then he picked up his son at the door.
Elliot didn't know how long he had been waiting at the door, and he wasn't too cold. A silly boy sleeping on a cold bed, he relied on his firepower to stay strong. He was wearing a down coat that somehow made him look cowardly, as if he had a big pillow stuffed in his arms. He was sitting on the stairs with his head down and playing with his mobile phone. His hair had not been trimmed for a while and was a little messy. There were still protrusions under his feet. A large escape-style backpack.
Luo Cheng looked at him with his hands behind his back and felt that this image was really unsightly, so he stepped forward and kicked him gently: "Hey, you should go somewhere else. I don't have any food today."
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