Adopted Son [Pseudo-Little Mother]

| Written for adult readers On Qi Wenwei's thirty-third birthday, she received a special "birthday gift" - a child. Not a baby, not a child. He is a young boy who has just finished his college entrance examination. "His biological mother died young and his father committed suicide. Only his uncle who is a gambler is left. Xiao Qi, if you have good conditions in the capital, please help take care of him..." "Only for one summer vacation, okay? Just treat it as his father's spirit in heaven, grandma, please." His father's spirit in heaven. Qi Wenwei chewed this sentence again. Those ignorant, sweet, golden fragments opened a door in memory, and the green past came whistling like the wind in the valley. Her first love senior, "his father" as others called him, committed suicide. I forgot whether it was when grandma said, "When we meet, I will let this child kowtow to you" or "If he accepts you as his adoptive mother, I will die in peace," Qi Wenwei hurriedly hung up the phone. Take care of the only son of your first love who died. Qi Wenwei never expected such a situation. In the end she agreed, it was just for a summer vacation. She packed up the sofa bed in her bachelor apartment, closed the curtains, tidied it up, and prepared comics and figures that the children would like. She studied trauma soothing books and imagined what a boy would look like. Is it rustic cowardice? Curious about being new to the capital? Is he an acne-ridden spectacled academic in adolescence? A malnourished bamboo pole immersed in sorrow? Qi Wenwei never imagined that the person coming was completely different from what he imagined. The boy was tall and long-legged, with a pair of sharp cold eyes under the shadow of his eyelashes. He was indifferent and contemptuous of her. Except for the words when they met: "Don't bother to please, I will leave in three days." There was only silence. Seeing that the other party was tough, Qi Wenwei stopped provoking him. She imagined that the two of them would never see each other, living in peace with each other, just like they had never met each other again in this life. But a few months later, on that rainy night of confusion and love, she asked him, "Are you sure?", And the answer was the most passionate kiss from a young boy. | Suitable for reading age 22 and above, female protagonist, male under 18 years old, big age difference | No ethical taboos, fake baby mother, clean men, HE [Readers must read warning] [Reading and purchasing means that I agree to the following content] ​If you have any moral requirements for female characters, such as whether women are "pure", "holy or not," "green tea or not," etc., Please be sure to quit watching and block the author (bow). All of this author's articles are about women doing whatever they want and men adhering to their morals. Women of all kinds will appear and will not apologize for demining. The author attempts to use de-androcentric discourse throughout the text, such as replacing female-degrading words with "his father's", "father-in-law", "", etc., And replacing gender coreference words that default to men with targeted words, such as "boy" replaced by "boy" and "girl", "hero" replaced by "heroine", etc., And acquiesces that this is how society operates. (If you forget occasionally, please remind TUT) - To: Readers and teachers who understand the above content and are willing to continue reading - hug and kiss =3=! ! I will listen carefully if you have any ideas and suggestions ~ Thank you for your subscription and support! Intention: Positive and progressive