Wen Tong resolutely said nothing, her eyebrows and eyes were full of seriousness, as if no one could move her.
Wenze felt a little embarrassed and secretly asked his boss for help.
I thought to myself, the woman is your woman, and the son is also your son, so I can't be hard on you.
Beichenxiao frowned and was very angry with this woman.
She should be thankful that he was willing to lower his body and come to pick her up. Why did he still put on an expression of refusing to obey?
If he hadn't considered the little guy's health, would he have come to kill him in the middle of the night?
He strode over and lifted up the little guy's quilt.
Wen Tong wanted to stop him, but he pushed him aside.
He had already picked up the little guy with the quilt in his arms. Wen Tong was so anxious that he hurriedly put on his shoes and ran over to chase after him.
But I didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of startling the child.
She pitifully tried to pull the man's clothes, but he pulled them away unceremoniously.
She pulled again and he opened it again.
After going back and forth several times, his people had arrived at the door.
Wen Ze drove the car over, and the man stepped in with long strides.
Wen Tong was so eager to chase her son that she could only open the car door and get in after him.
The little guy lay obediently on Bei Chenxiao's shoulder, his sleeping little face flushed and cute.
He had a quilt wrapped around him, so he wasn't cold, but rather warm. He kicked his legs playfully twice.
A pair of small hands hung tightly around Bei Chenxiao's neck, unwilling to let go for a moment.
Looking at this scene, Wen Tong suddenly felt like she was superfluous.
The two faces were extremely similar, even the angles of their frowns were exactly the same.
It was hard for her to deny that they were not father and son.
The child slept soundly, drooling, and it was shining brightly on his lips.
Wen Tong hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. The child pursed his lips and leaned hard against Bei Chenxiao.
Not long after the car left the hospital, there was a sudden thud on the roof of the car.
Beichen Xiao's expression did not change, but Wen Tong was startled.
It felt like something fell on the roof of the car, which was scary.
She grabbed the car seat and tried to look up, but she couldn't see anywhere.
On the contrary, the man's eyes looked a bit cute as he looked around.
The little hedgehog who was covered in thorns just now suddenly transformed into a kitten full of curiosity.
In the end, Wen Tong's thirst for knowledge was not satisfied. She sat back down again, holding her son's little hand and rubbing it.
Where Wen Tong couldn't see, there was a man in black sitting steadily.
He was sitting on the roof of the speeding car as if he were sitting on the kang of his own home. His cold expression remained unchanged for a thousand years. He pressed the peaked cap on his head and stared closely at the traffic in front of him with a pair of wolf-like eyes.
Cang Yue is the number one killer in the underworld today. He wants to kill people, and no one can escape from his hands. And if he protects someone, it must be watertight.
Placing such a person next to Ding Ding, Beichen Xiao can naturally put a hundred hearts at ease.
Wen Tong has been to Beichenxiao's home, but she promised that it was definitely not the one in front of her.
The house was built on a hillside close to mountains and rivers, like a lone eagle.
This house is located in a group of villas and is no different from an ordinary house.
Even the stars can be cunning, let alone Beichen Xiao.
I'm afraid he needs to find a professional appraiser to calculate how many properties he owns.
The little guy slept soundly all the way from the hospital to here, with no intention of waking up.
Perhaps it was because Beichenxiao's chest was too steady and powerful, giving him an inexplicable sense of security, so Ding Ding leaned on it and slept particularly soundly.
Beichenxiao carried the child to the bedroom on the second floor. The servants had already prepared the bed. As soon as the child touched the soft cotton bed, he was a little tempted, but he seemed unwilling to leave the warm and solid embrace in front of him, so he acted like a slut.
He rubbed against Bei Chenxiao's body, like a koala.
In this situation, Beichen Xiao had no idea.
It was Wen Tong who patted Ding Ding's little hand and said softly: "Ding Ding is good, sleep well and let go of mom."
The little guy listens to mommy's words the most, and can tell the truth even in his sleep.
So, he let go of his little hands and rolled onto the bed obediently.
Wen Tong covered him with a quilt, leaned over and kissed the little guy's forehead. Her soft profile seemed to be covered with moonlight, indescribably gentle and graceful. As she leaned forward, her black hair fell down,
Effortlessly.
Beichenxiao looked at it and suddenly felt a little jealous and a little itchy.
But when he opened his mouth, his tone was still cold.
"Come out for a moment."
Wen Tong glanced at the sleeping little guy and walked out with him.
Looking at the tall figure of the man walking in front, it seems like a hill. Although it is heavy, it can protect it from wind and rain.
She was suddenly touched. She was understandable for everything he did to Ding Ding, and she should even be grateful and virtuous.
"Beichen Xiao." She called him, her voice no longer filled with rejection.
He didn't look back, but went straight to his study and pushed the door open.
He has been living here these days, so many things have been moved with the owner.
He sat on the soft sofa, his slender legs crossed together. There was open red wine on the coffee table, and he poured half a glass of it.
The light red liquid slid along the wall of the cup with his casual movements. He smelled it with his nose. The wine had a faint aroma and he took a sip.
The sexy Adam's apple rolled, and the wine juice slid into the esophagus, bringing a hearty taste experience.
Rich people like to drink red wine for taste, status and taste.
He just drank and said nothing.
The atmosphere is a bit solemn.
Wen Tong thought for a while and felt that she should speak first to show her sincerity.
Seeing that his wine glass was empty, she spontaneously knelt down and held the red wine bottle with her small white hands.
This scene suddenly felt familiar to her.
It seemed that a long time ago, with the same humility and humility, with the same man and wine, she had done the same action.
Halfway through pouring the wine, she said softly: "Thank you."
He snorted, grabbed the wine glass, and drank sullenly without looking at him at all.
This man's temperament is really strong, like a landmine, bulging and ready to explode at any time.
Wen Tong lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes fluttering like a fan.
"There is nothing between me and Xingchen. He hasn't come to work for a few days and I can't be contacted by phone. I had to find his home..."
He was finally willing to raise his eyes and look over. His eyes were dark and black, like a sword hanging, always watching for those who might lie to him.
Wen Tong became nervous when he saw her, and her narration was a little slack, "In the end, I was too tired and fainted. He just let me catch up on his bed to catch up on my sleep."
After he finished speaking, there was a strange silence in the atmosphere.