Like the Bo family, the Beiming family is a typical example of yin decline and yang prosperity. Each generation has a son, and no daughter has a few generations.

If the Beiming family had a daughter, the old man Beiming would not have to protect Yun Bilu.

Yun Qing was brought back to her senses by the words of Mr. Beiming, temporarily putting aside his questions, and continued to turn his eyebrows and eyes.

A freshly born, ten days, full moon...a beautiful little baby, every day, the longer it grows, the more delicate it becomes.

The only thing that remains unchanged is probably the expression.

Although such a young child will not have any particularly conspicuous expressions, the cold smell is also obvious.

Yun Qing flipped over to one and stopped, "When was this one?"

Old Master Beiming looked at the photo where Yun Qing stopped.

The villain made of Xueyu was wearing exquisite black clothes and black pants, with a baseball cap on his head, holding a small face, and under his long eyelashes, a pair of black eyes, as if he could see the bottom at a glance.

The little guy held his arms in his hands and sat on the blanket expressionlessly. He had a tender and ignorant face, but he could make everyone see the smell of disgust.

"This is when he was one year old, and his mother dressed him up a little pretty, but look at the boy's expression, it seems like someone else owe him one or two hundred million..."

Yun Qing blinked her eyes, "When Beiming Yexuan was so childish when he was a child, was he so childish?"

"Not scarce, there is nothing at all!" Old Master Bei Ming had a dark face. "This kid cried so much except when he was born. I never heard him shout in his entire childhood!"

"When he was three years old, one year, he had a high fever in the middle of the night and didn't get up in the morning. His mother went to call him, but he ignored him. Finally, his father lifted his quilt, and he said plainly, "You're probably sick." Listen, this is a child with a high fever of 39. Can you say something?"

Yun Qing, "..."

Yun Qing remembered the scene when she was a child, she was slightly smearing and she wanted to cry and the whole family was tilted back, and silently lowered her head.

"On his fourth birthday, I bought him a Transformer model. Guess how did he get back?" Old Master Bei Ming seemed to remember something, his face was so dark that he was extremely dark.

Yun Qing was aroused of curiosity, "What did you say?"

"He looked at me with disgust and said, "Grandpa, you are so childish." "Old Master Beiming looked straight and raised his eyes, "I am so old, and I am said to be childish by a four-year-old baby..."

Yun Qing, "..."

She remembered that when she was ten years old, she was still holding her mother's neck and saying that she would be her good baby for the rest of her life.

Sorry, I'm disturbing.

Yun Qing lowered her head and continued to flip down.

Just like taking a look at Bei Ming Yexuan's footsteps, he turned over page by page and watched him grow from a childish and beautiful child to a handsome and cold little boy.

Yun Qing opened another picture again, and a picture suddenly came into her eyes. She was stunned in place, "This is..."

In the picture, there is a delicate and handsome young man, black-clothed and black-haired, cold and arrogant.

She frowned.

Mr. Beiming glanced at him and disliked him, "This was taken by his mother when he was twelve years old. This kid has never lacked calcium or love since he was a child, and I don't know why he is becoming more and more "lost" as he grows up..."

Yun Qing stared at the boy's delicate eyebrows and eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity with shadows.

A corner of memory suddenly ripples appeared. Yun Qing was stunned and could hardly open the next page.

But I only saw a blank space.

Yun Qing felt disappointed in her heart, "Why is it gone?"

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