Just when Wen Tong was shocked, a text message from Bei Chenxiao arrived.
"Are you snickering?"
She must not have known that his childhood was like this. He had no beautiful clothes or high-end toys. He was just an ordinary little boy, like all civilians.
How could Wen Tong laugh? She wanted to tell him that your mother is here with me, but she couldn't.
Beichen Xiao never mentioned his mother in front of her. It seemed that it was a big taboo for him.
Fang Lan, on the other hand, looked at the photo of her son and cried silently, then turned around and said that he had been dead for fifteen years.
What happened between mother and son to cause the situation where they don't recognize each other today? It's not like he doesn't know where her mother is. If he wanted to find her, he would have found her long ago. He doesn't recognize her.
She must have a reason that she doesn't understand. She is not a meddlesome person. The only thing she can do is to do her best to take care of Fang Lan's life these days, so that she can enjoy the happiness of being a grandchild with Ding Ding.
Ding Ding is her biological grandson, there is no doubt about this.
"Mom." Ding Ding climbed onto the bed, snuggled into her arms, and looked at her cell phone curiously.
The phone was not turned off, and the screen was still on the text message sent by Beichen Xiao.
"Is it dad?" he asked, raising his head and blinking his big eyes.
"Um."
"Can I text dad?"
"good."
Wen Tong handed the phone to her son, hugged him, and watched him skillfully press letters on the keyboard with his little hands.
The father and son chatted happily, but Wen Tong was worried.
"Ding Ding, you have to be nice to grandma, you know?" she said close to her son's ear.
"Grandma is very nice, she knows how to cook, and she also brings me delicious fruit cakes." Ding Ding pressed her cell phone, her eyes curling up with laughter.
"I mean, I want to care for her and love her as if she were my own grandmother."
"Why? Is she dad's mother?"
The little guy also knows a lot, at least he can arrange seniority.
Wen Tong said her words of kindness so quietly that the little guy didn't hear it and continued to send text messages to Beichen Xiao.
She hugged her son with hesitation in her eyes. She couldn't imagine what kind of life Beichenxiao lived when he was a child. Although she was not born to Wen's mother, she had a warm family. Even poverty could not stop her family.
People are happy, and what about him? It seems that besides poverty, there are more unforgettable memories, but those memories must be very dark, so he has always buried them in his heart, not wanting anyone to pry into them.
"Mom, daddy wants to say good night to you." Ding Ding raised his phone.
"Good night."
She hugged her son and slowly closed her eyes. Maybe when she wakes up tomorrow, everything will be solved.
But the next day, not only did this matter bother her, but another difficult matter came one after another.
As soon as Wen Tong entered the office, she saw Zhu Zhu lying on the table, staring at the newspaper in front of her without blinking. When she heard the door open, she hurriedly jumped up with the newspaper and shouted with an ugly face: "Sister Wen, something happened.
Yeah, you made the headlines again."
Wen Tong frowned in confusion. She had been peaceful and stable recently, so how could she make headlines? Zhu Zhu must be dazzled.
Taking out the newspaper in her hand, Wen Tong read the title.
As soon as I read a word, the newspaper in my hand was snatched away, crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can. The arc of the parabola was perfect and neat.
"President." Zhu Zhu did not expect Beichen Xiao to appear suddenly, and was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head.
"go out."
"Yes, President." Zhu Zhu exited and closed the door carefully.
"What don't you want me to see?" Wen Tong turned around and smiled generously.
Is there any public opinion in this world that can intimidate her? Back then, she was regarded as a street rat. She almost set off a "mistress" revolution in Bincheng. She was made to drink coffee on the street, threw things, and suffered abuse and abuse.
Baiyan, she has survived the most difficult time, now, will she still care about the things in these newspapers?
"It's nothing, those reporters are talking nonsense." Bei Chenxiao hugged her and asked in a gentle tone: "Have you had breakfast?"
"After eating, if you want to make an appointment with me, you have to make an appointment for lunch."
"Don't forget to agree to come to my house tonight." His eyes were deep and contained many hidden meanings.
As the president of an ec company, he came here early in the morning to remind her of this problem? What a childish person.
Wen Tong pushed him away, "Please, can your mind be more pure?"
He raised his eyebrows innocently, "Miss Wen, what are you thinking? I just asked you to go to my house, and we will have dinner together and enjoy the flowers and the moon together."
"Watching the flowers and the moon in bed, right?"
"When did you become so smart?"
"Beichen Xiao." Wen Tong hit him on the head with her knuckles, "You're a pervert with sperm in your brain."
He smiled mischievously, grabbed her chin and started to kiss her.
She hurriedly blocked it with her hands and said seriously: "Beichen Xiao, there are no secrets between us, right?"
He thought for a moment, "What do you want to say?"
Wen Tong seemed to have made up her mind, bit her lip, and asked: "Your mother..."
Before she finished her sentence, Bei Chenxiao's face suddenly turned ugly, and the hand holding her chin loosened. His cold expression startled Wen Tong, and she did not dare to say the next words.
She originally wanted to ask about his mother, but this word was indeed a taboo for him. He was like a tiger whose beard had been plucked, ready for a violent rage at any time.
But because the target was her, he tried his best to restrain himself, but his voice was cold, "Can we talk about something else?"
What else could she say? He made it look like he didn't want to talk about it.
"Okay, I won't talk about this anymore." Wen Tong looked frustrated.
If I had known she would not ask, so as not to make him unhappy.
Seeing her gloomy expression, Bei Chenxiao sighed, ran his long fingers through her long hair, and gently stroked the scars on her head. Whenever he was distressed, he would linger on these two scars.
"Angry?"
"No."
She clearly looked unhappy.
A duplicitous little woman.
Bei Chenxiao put his hand to her mouth, "I'll let you take a bite."
She raised her head to look at him and bit his finger unceremoniously. However, she was not willing to use force and only left a shallow tooth mark.
Beichen Xiao laughed, "Little thing."
"Don't call me what you call your son." She glared at him dissatisfied.
He simply said: "Old thing."
Wen Tong burst into laughter, and she could no longer get angry in her heart.
After Bei Chenxiao returned to the office, Wen Tong hurriedly turned on the computer and browsed the web. Sure enough, there was also overwhelming news on the web, and every one of them was related to her.