Yin Zhen straightened his little face and said seriously: "Even though your Uncle Yin doesn't know how to box, there is one thing about your Uncle Yin that is better than them."
"What?" the little guy asked curiously.
"Sing."
As soon as he heard singing, the little guy was so happy, with bright little stars twinkling in his eyes, "Uncle Yin, can you sing a song for me?"
"Let's go, Uncle Yin will take you to KTV." As a popular film and television singer, Yin Zhen can naturally beat her chest loudly when talking about singing.
"Yin Zhen, you are looking for death." A boxing glove was thrown at him, and Bei Chenxiao stood on the stage and warned coldly, "If you dare to take my son to that kind of place, you must be tired of living."
As he said that, another glove hit him accurately.
Mo Yuan leaned on the railing to watch the excitement, and untied his gloves in time to prepare for Bei Chenxiao to take action again. His expression of watching a good show made Yin Zhen grind his teeth in anger.
This is a brother. He doesn't help you when you are in trouble, but he still holds a lunch box on the sidelines to collect money for fun.
The little guy blinked curiously in Yin Zhen's arms and asked doubtfully: "Is it bad in the ktv?"
Of course, serious KTVs are great, but the places where these men go will naturally be cast in a different color.
"Ding Ding, come up." Beichen Xiao called his son.
Upon hearing this, Ding Ding quickly jumped out of Yin Zhen's arms, climbed onto the boxing ring neatly, stood on tiptoe across the railing, and raised his pink face like a little animal, "Dad."
Bei Chenxiao hugged his son over and pointed to the boxing ring, "Do you want to learn?"
As soon as the little guy heard about learning boxing, his eyes became sharp and he asked in disbelief: "Can I really do it?"
"certainly."
Beichen Xiao's son has his genes, so if he can do it, the little guy can do it too.
Beichenxiao asked the staff to bring a pair of small boxing gloves and put them on Ding Ding's hands one by one. Ding Ding raised his hands and looked at the two red gloves with excitement.
Yin Zhen shouted from the audience unwillingly, "Niece, don't you want to listen to Uncle Yin singing anymore?"
Ding Ding smiled at him twice, and stared at the gloves on his hands obsessively. Which one was lighter or heavier was immediately revealed.
Yin Zhen curled his lips, sat down to drink alone, and snorted unconvinced at Beichen Xiao, "I'll find a bunch of women and give birth to a bunch of kids later, so you can be jealous."
Mo Yuan said with a smile: "Have you not found Chen's personal doctor yet?"
Mentioning Yan Yixia, Yin Zhen felt bitter, scratched his hair, and said angrily: "She was the one who was hanged from a tree."
No one knows what is going on between Yan Yixia and Duan Lingfeng better than him. He has been secretly in love with Yan Yixia for so many years, but he has always appeared as a good friend. Those two people obviously love each other but hate each other and hurt each other. One day they will
Both sides suffered losses, and he could only watch, unable to do anything.
Yin Zhen raised his head and his eyes fell on the father and son on the stage.
The little guy only reached his father's knees, but when he learned to box, his eyes were sharp, and he seemed like a little wolf boy who was fearless.
Beichen Xiao was teaching carefully on the side, quite like a strict father.
He suddenly felt envious.
Oh, I really want to have a child with that woman!
After learning boxing, the little guy was still unsatisfied. Beichen Xiao gave him a bath and changed into new clothes.
"Dad, where are we going next?" The little guy rolled his eyes, with secrets hidden in his eyes.
"Go pick mommy up from get off work." Beichenxiao saw through it at a glance.
"Okay." The little guy also thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it. When he heard Bei Chenxiao say this, he was naturally very happy.
After Wen Tong had dinner with her clients, she saw a black car parked at the door as soon as she came out of the restaurant.
The car honked its horn at her, and then the car window lowered, revealing Tintin's little head, "Mom."
Wen Tong got into the car in surprise and happily held her son in her arms.
When I raised my head and met the gentle and affectionate eyes of the man in the driver's seat, my heart softened unconsciously, my cheeks were quietly flushed, and my voice was soft and almost charming, "You didn't even notify me in advance when you came."
"This is a surprise." Ding Ding snuggled into her arms and blinked his big eyes slyly. This was his idea.
This was indeed a surprise, and she felt happy in her heart.
"Mom, daddy is teaching me boxing today." The little guy danced excitedly, wishing for the scene to happen again.
After hearing this, Wen Tong looked at the man in front of her unhappily, "Why did you teach him such a dangerous sport?"
If her beloved was injured or knocked out, she wouldn't be heartbroken to death.
Beichen Xiaohao glanced at the rearview mirror, and Wen Tong's delicate features immediately occupied his field of vision.
"It's always good for boys to get more exercise, otherwise how will they take over my class in the future?"
The last sentence made Wen Tong shocked. Will he take over his class?
Although I don't know if this is a hint, Wen Tong is still very happy. If he is willing to admit his son, even if he is willing to admit her, then their tomorrow will not be far away.
Her sweet smile fell into Bei Chenxiao's eyes. He slightly raised the corners of his lips without explaining anything. Some feelings and some things did not require words. He thought that she understood what he meant.
She will be his future wife, and her son will also be the sole heir to his career.
Beichenxiao sent Wen Tong and his son downstairs. The little one was so tired that he fell asleep in his mother's arms.
After getting out of the car, Beichen Xiao carefully took the child and held Wen Tong's hand with his other hand.
The two looked at each other and smiled, a gentle tenderness flowing between each other's eyes, melting the wind and the moon.
Wen Tong took out the key and opened the door. There were no lights in the room, and Lin Dong hadn't come back yet.
Ever since he started working at Beicheng, there has been no guarantee of time.
Beichenxiao handed his son into Wen Tong's arms and did not enter the door.
"I won't go in. I have to fly abroad tomorrow and have business matters to deal with." He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, murmuring with infinite nostalgia, "I won't be able to see you for five days. If I miss you,
What should I do?”
When Wen Tong thought about not seeing each other for five days, she suddenly felt reluctant to leave. She hugged the child and pressed her body against him, her little face showing the loss of reluctance.
Bei Chenxiao looked at her and was struck by her pitiful eyes. He almost said that he would not leave. He hugged her and the child and comforted her softly, "Be good, I will call you. Remember not to turn off the phone."
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"Well." She nuzzled into his arms obediently, "Then please pay attention to your own safety."
"I will." He grabbed her cherry lips and kissed her for a long time before reluctantly letting go. She was shy and turned into water in his arms.
Fortunately, the little guy was sleeping soundly and didn't notice the little moves between daddy and mommy.
"I'm leaving."
No matter how close they are, they will eventually separate. They just say they are leaving, but they still embrace each other, as if every minute and second is precious.