Chapter 2

At the same time, on the other side of the city, at sunset, the Beiming mansion.

A limited edition top class silver white sports car slowly drove into the gate of Beiming house. When the servants looked at the car, they ran forward and lined up to welcome it.

"The second young master is back!" Beiming Mo, the owner of the Beiming family, stepped out of the car. A pair of black super Sunglasses stood on the high bridge of his nose. His angular face was as cold as ever.

He handed the key to the servant, and as soon as he stepped out of his long leg, a fat and strong body came towards him, and he grabbed it on his leg with incomparable intimacy, wagging his tail hard and making a sound from his nose.

Beiming Mo's eyes looked down, and there was a twist mark on his brow. His serious cleanliness made him want to kick this wrinkled stupid thing to death every time he saw it!

"Who put this stupid thing out and won't take it away for me!"

The servant on one side just recovered.

Several men rushed up to pull such a meat ball from the second young master's feet.

Helpless, this meat ball is like a dog skin plaster, "Wuwu" is pulling the slender legs of Beiming ink to die.

In the chaos, a childish voice came -

"don't bully my Bella!"

The servants stopped, turned back and trembled, "Young Master Cheng?"

Beiming ink through sunglasses, cold eyes swept a little boy standing not far in front.

The little boy was wearing a white brand casual suit, with a little sweat on his forehead. He raised his head and bravely looked at Beiming ink's white and pretty face, as if it were carved out of the same mold as Beiming ink, with a kind of fearless arrogance and coldness.

The little boy tightened his eyebrows unhappily, and his black pupils swept the small animal being torn apart by the servants. "I'll say one more time, let go of my Bella!"

The servant looked at the unhappy young master in embarrassment, and then at the same cruel Er Shao.

Well, which young master should I obey?

Beiming ink eyes a cold.

"Either have it taken away or I'll kill it!" To the little boy's eyes, his voice was calm.

The little boy turns around to take Bella away, and his attitude is so cold that he doesn't pay attention to Beiming Mo at all.

Beiming Mo took a look at the little boy's calm back, frowning more tightly, "stop!"

Cold two words, let the servant listen to all straight cold sweat.

But the little boy ignored her and continued to pull Bella forward.

"Is that your attitude towards a father? Beiming, Si, Cheng

Word by word, Beiming Mo stares at the little figure who still refuses to turn around.

Cheng Cheng's steps stopped for a moment. He turned around and his childish face was full of Indifference: "you only have a meeting outside every day. When you get home, you only scold me. What kind of father are you?"

Cheng Cheng's small eyes burst into tears. He stares at Beiming Mo and gasps.

At this time, Bella who lies at his feet is also pulled away. Seeing this, Cheng Cheng is even more aggrieved. He cries out directly: "I hate you! I hate you! You are not my father at all. I hate you

After roaring, before the tears burst the dike, Cheng ran out to the gate without looking back

"Young Master Cheng..." The maids want to go after them.

"Don't go!"

"Whoever goes after it, get out of here!" Beiming Mo coldly put down a sentence, and then out of the mansion.

The smelly boy was spoiled by his grandmother. He didn't go to the room for three days. Beiming Mo loosened his tie. His face was very blue. He didn't want to get used to him!