Chapter 70

"Bei Ming Si Cheng, you are a dead child, a stinking child, a fart child! You hurt your third uncle. I was scolded by my mother, that is, your grandmother. It's so cruel and inhuman. Do you know? Where are you little bastard? Ah? When your third uncle is selling his soul with Meiren, he sneaks out without telling me?! Now I'm not happy. Enough, I've been accused by your grandmother. I've lost you again! Bei Ming Si Cheng, I will be hurt by you sooner or later! You little devil, you'd better immediately tell me where you are, where you are and where you are! "

Beiming three little absolute a good eloquence, speak with tongue twister like, all without breathing. gnash the teeth in anger!

Emma, Anthony, this quick Thunderclap without punctuation, do you think it's smooth? Ha ha ha, the eloquence of the third uncle is really not covered, I love the third uncle, you mu you ~.

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at the other end of the old district, Beiming Mo has just parked the car.

Turn off the engine.

Then the suit came out of the car like a man.

Junleng's facial features, the facial paralysis expression of common indignation, can be shamed to brush a trace of warmth like the spring breeze.

Gu Huan could not help shivering.

This man's color is too lethal.

She would have acquiesced in his behavior of rubbing food!

"That Let me make it clear. What do you see when you come to my house Don't be surprised... "

"Well?" He raised his eyebrows and snorted, "what's going to surprise me in your family?"

His cold eyes, as if ready to catch and annihilate that!

Gu Huan frowned and glanced at him bitterly.

When she was 18 years old, she was pregnant on behalf of others, which was an indelible shame in her life.

Although she gave birth to Yangyang and her son, who has no whereabouts so far, she never regretted it.

It's just For a moment she didn't know how to tell him about her child.

Therefore, she did not answer the rhetorical question, "Beiming Mo, is it true that you have a son?"

He was stunned for a second by her sudden question, and then he regained his cold face. Just as he wanted to answer her, the ring of his mobile phone in his pocket was loud -

he glanced at her, pursed his lips and picked up the mobile phone.

"Hello, aunt Xin?"

"Mo ah..." On the other end of the line, Jiang Huixin began to cry pitifully, "Wu Wu, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your dead mother, but I didn't help you to look after the baby all the time..."

Beiming Mo's subconscious deep eyebrows, low Chun deep voice low asked, "what's the matter with Cheng Cheng?"

Gu Huan heard him say "Cheng Cheng". Who is that?

Jiang Huixin cried heartbroken on the phone, "Cheng Cheng, he's gone again Wu Wu... "

"Gone again?" The voice of Beiming ink suddenly dropped three degrees.

"Well Cheng Cheng and Yan Yan don't know what's going on these days. Uncle and nephew are just like wearing the same pair of trousers. They are so good that they have fun all day long. Mo, I'm to blame. I shouldn't connive at Yan Yan and take him to play around Yan Yan, you know, when he plays with women, he forgets everything, so that he loses Cheng. Cheng himself doesn't know Mo, I'm sorry for you... "

Gu Huan seems to be able to feel the cold air from the cold face of Beiming mo

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at this moment, at the same time.

This end of the old block.

Yang Yang, holding the phone in both hands, frowned and listened to the crackling shells of the third uncle of Beiming, and went straight home.

"Ah, ah Third uncle, you don't want to be so chicken frozen... "

"I don't like chicken jelly? Can I get rid of chicken jelly? Tell me where you are, and I'll race to catch you! " Don't look at Beiming Yan's usual wave. Dang. Yang'er, he's old. Niang Jiang Huixin is his weakness. He's cured to death!

Yangyang laughs twice. Even the third uncle doesn't know who Beiming Sicheng's mother is. How dare he say he's on his way back to his mother's house?

He's not tired of living.

Holding the phone in her hand, she smiles hypocritically: "uncle, I'm really sorry for being scolded by grandma. But you don't have to come to pick me up, uncle. I'll go back in a moment And oh, uncle, don't worry. If you don't, when I grow up, I will accept your beauties for you, even though your beauties were old and weak at that time... "

"You little bastard, you dare to curse me! You wait for me to see how I can deal with you... "

Yang Yang took the phone far away, so as not to be shocked and pierced by the roar of the third uncle's lion. "Well, it's not a curse, third uncle..."

Cheng Cheng, who has been following Yang Yang, turns his eyes helplessly. Before, when he was in Beiming house, he was not warm with his third uncle. Who knows, as soon as Yangyang went, he and his third uncle had the same bad taste. They seemed to have been separated for many years.

With a sigh in his heart, Cheng Cheng takes a boring glance at the street——All of a sudden, a small van came out of the street! Cheng Cheng sees another old woman pushing a small cart on the side of the street. She almost meets the van on the narrow road

Cheng Cheng, breathe hard!

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in this room, Beiming Mo holds the mobile phone in his ear and quietly listens to Jiang Huixin's weeping on the phone.

Eyes flashed a trace of impatience.

"Aunt Xin, you don't have to blame yourself. It's none of your business... "

His slender fingers subconsciously pull off the tie.

However, at the moment when he pulled his tie, Yu Guang happened to see the little boy who had just turned out from the opposite corner of the street with his long, narrow, cold and handsome eyes, a huge toad mirror hanging in front of his chest collar!

But the little boy's clothes, the bright and blind color matching, and the indescribable mix and match style, in short, you can't understand the taste!

The little boy held up the phone and grinned as he walked. He didn't know what to say to the phone

Beiming ink fingers a tight, slightly squint cold eyes.

"Ink? "Ink?" Jiang Huixin is on the other end of the phone wondering why Beiming Mo's voice stops.

After a while, doodle doodle Beimingmo's phone is disconnected

Gu Huan didn't understand what was going on, but Beiming Mo threw the phone into the car coldly!

He took off his necktie and ran across the street with his long legs --

"ah, Beiming ink..." Gu Huan's voice floated in the empty air.

His figure of Gao Dawei and Meng had already crossed the Traffic Street and went straight to the opposite Street

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Yang Yang turned the corner and walked straight, holding the phone and saying vigorously, "Hey, uncle, don't get angry Emma, stop asking me where I am I will go back, I will send four... " He made four. Oh, not an oath.

"Four? Send you big four, hurry up, don't procrastinate for me... " Who knows, before he finished speaking, he only heard on the phone --

"ah ah..."

"Ah? Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng? " Beiming Yan's nerves tightened, and then he tooted No sound

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the ending of Yangyang's "I send four" still reverberates in the air.

All of a sudden, his little body was pulled out by a strong force!

Similar to an iron arm thing, a small body to his effortless lift up!

"Ah..." Yang Yang's reflective scream, the cell phone Bata fell to the ground.

His astonished eyes immediately turned to his cold and deep pupil -

"Er, dad?"

Yang Yang shivered with cold! Almost bit off my tongue!

Father Birdman's cold and fierce iceberg face was suddenly reflected in his innocent eyes, and instantly enlarged by countless times

He looks so fierce

"Beiming, Si, Cheng! How dare you run away from home again? Do you believe I broke your leg? "

Beiming Mo almost roared out this sentence!

He is like an eagle holding a chicken. He has strong and hard arms. He can lift Yang Yang's little body high. Even with a little force, he can crush the little guy alive!

Yang Yang trembled, just like a little white rabbit hanging on the drying pole, pitiful.

In an instant, it was like thinking of something.

What about beimingsi? →_ →？

After a reflective look at his back -

it's empty. You can only hear the noise of the street. Where is Cheng Cheng's shadow?

Yangyang quietly relieved, thinking about the North Ming Si, Cheng that Si really flashed fast enough!

And he was unlucky to be caught by Birdman's father.

As a last resort, he laughed at Beiming Mo, heartless, "Hey, Dad, I didn't run away from home..."

He really didn't. Beiming family is not his family.

"How dare you argue?"

Beiming Mo's forehead brushed three black lines, carrying him to turn around and walk back. He was very shameful when he walked. He pinched his son's hair which was explosive and frightening, "Damn it! Who on earth allowed you to iron the head of this kind of chicken nest? "

“…… It's not chicken's nest, it's fireworks, it's popular... " →_ →！ Yang Yang wronged, Birdy father this kind of old man swollen, will you know how to pinch?

"How dare you talk back! Toad mirror? When you were just a few years old, you learned to be cool and wear sunglasses, huh? "

“…… No, toad. Toad mirror belongs to third uncle. I just keep it for him... " @_ @。 The innocent voice is getting smaller and smaller

"Make it up? You make it up! You are only a few years old. Your third uncle is a peacock man. You will become a toad as soon as you follow! Bei Ming Si Cheng, with your intelligence quotient and your standard, do you want to go out and tell people that it's my son of Bei Ming Mo? Huh? ""Er..." =.=！！ I'm out of words.

Does Father Birdman dislike his running away from home, his fireworks and perms, his toad mirror, his face

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on this side of the street, Gu Huan stands by the car of beimingmo.

Looking at Beiming Mo running across the street, the eagle catches a little boy in strange clothes like a chicken.

It's too fast for her to react

Then, looking at Beiming Mo holding the child, he turned and went back.

The little boy's face became clearer and clearer from her.

When a breeze swept the little boy's cheek, blowing open the explosion of hair, revealing the little boy's delicate white porcelain handsome and lovely face, Gu Huan's brain "boom"!

The moment was blown to a blank!

Her fingers were so stiff that she didn't know the bag had fallen to the ground.

Quickly rub dry eyes!

Take another serious look!

Have a look!

Look and look!

Until Beiming ink with the little boy back to her eyes, came to the car, Gu Huan just whole son surprised!

She was right. The little boy he forced to catch in his arms was her baby - Yangyang!