Chapter 85

Looking up his eyes, he was shocked when he saw his mother's hair was scattered, her face was pale, and she was sweating all over the door -

"Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Small body quickly walked down from the desk, stepped on small slippers, frowned and ran to Gu Huan legs.

Gu Huan drooped his eyes for two seconds.

Immediately, no longer able to support, fell to the ground.

He suddenly hugs Cheng Cheng in his arms, and his body is shaking

Cheng Cheng was held tightly by his mother. He looked up at his mother's bloodless lips and asked subconsciously, "did dad bully his mother?"

His son's "Dad" shocked Gu Huan's heart!

Tears can no longer hide the dripping down.

"Mom, is dad really crying for you?" Cheng Cheng's mind is sensitive since he was a child. His mother's trembling and tears are enough to prove that his guess is true!

Immediately, he clenched. Small fist, anger still alive! "Mom, don't be afraid, I'll go to him to settle the accounts --"

as Cheng Cheng says, he is about to break away from Gu Huan's arms and run out.

"Don't --" Gu Huan hugged his son nervously and choked his voice Baby, don't go! It's hard for mom to find you. Mom doesn't want to lose you... "

"But I can't let my father bully my mother!" Cheng Cheng said very seriously, although for five years, his father in his heart is a pain that can never be touched, he can tolerate his father ignored him, but can never tolerate his father bullying his mother!

"Mom doesn't know how to explain to you..." She took a deep breath. "Don't worry, baby. Mom's OK!"

"Mom can cheat Yangyang, but she can't cheat me. In addition to Dad, I can't think of anyone else who can make mom afraid and cry I'm sorry, mom. I didn't grow up and I didn't have enough ability to protect mom... "

Cheng Chengzhi's tender childlike voice, somehow, reminds her of Yifeng's saying, "because it's not strong, it can't be your haven."

"Cheng Cheng..." She was suddenly speechless. Moved to tears.

Forced to suck the son's milk fragrance, as if just now all the grievances and pain are miraculously healed. Just now I understand that only my own children are the only strength to support her to move forward bravely!

Holding her son for a long time, she seems to have made some kind of determination. She pulls her son out of her arms, looks at Cheng Cheng seriously, and says, "silly child, it should be the mother who wants to make herself strong and protect you and Yang Yang!"

"But mom..."

"Shh." She gently fingertips, point to the son's small mouth, with tears in his eyes, a loving smile, "don't worry, mom is really OK. Mom, as long as you two brothers are well, mom will not be afraid of anything. "

"Really?" Cheng Cheng's soft hand carefully wiped his mother's tears, "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm fine. It's just Yang Yang may not be very good... "

At first hearing Yang Yang, she breathed, "what's the matter with Yang Yang? Do you treat him cruelly? "

Cheng Cheng nodded silently. In his dark and clear eyes, he passed a touch of guilt. "When he called him secretly today, he said that his father beat him for the sake of his aunt Now he's farting. He's still yelling pain! "

"Did you hit him?" Gu Huan trembled at the top of his heart, hit his son and hurt his mother. He clenched his fists and said, "who's scratching Auntie? soso？”

"Well." Cheng Cheng's gloomy face flashed a tangled look, "Mom, I'd better exchange it with Yang Yang. Otherwise, with a naughty disposition, the more you fight against your father, the more you will be poisoned by him! "

Poison hand?

Gu Huan listened to these two words spit out from the child's mouth, can not help but sigh.

Beiming Mo, Beiming Mo, you failed so much that even your son hated you!

She slightly astringed her eyes and was beaten, which was more serious than beating her! Not to mention for a so so!

Anger and grievance are intertwined.

Wu tightly fists, she definitely looked at a son, "Cheng Cheng, you. Dad that temperament is not to change you back, things can be solved."

"What shall we do?"

Cheng Cheng is worried. On the one hand, he can't let his father see two Cheng Cheng. On the other hand, he hopes that he and Yang Yang can reunite with his mother and son and live happily together But it's said that we can't have both bear's paw and shark's fin. What should we do?

Gu Huan was also worried. "If only I knew where Yangyang was now locked up."

"Yi -" Cheng Cheng nodded. "When Yang Yang called me, I seemed to hear the voice of the nanny talking on the phone, saying something about night What's the taste of it? "

Gu Huan's fingertips trembled, "night reflects a product?"

"It's like..." Cheng Cheng didn't listen very clearly, so he wasn't very sure.

"God --" Gu Huan took a breath of air-conditioning, if Yangyang really reflected a product in the night, her heart lit up hope, "mother knows there!"

"Really?" Cheng Cheng's eyes suddenly burst out!"Well!" Gu Huan nodded heavily, brow deep lock, "whether Yangyang is there or not, mother must go in person tonight!"

"I'll go too!" Cheng Ying Tao.

Gu Huan gently looked at his son and hugged him again.

"Cheng Cheng, mom knows you're worried. But if you go with me, mom will be distracted. Mom wants you to have a good rest at home, OK? "

Disappointment obviously falls in Cheng Jingliang's pupil.

Instantly, he nodded thoughtfully, "well, I'll wait for my mother and Yangyang to come back at home."

“……” Gu Huan sighed and gently kisses his son's forehead. "Under your father's eyes, how can mother take Yang Yang home? Silly child, don't think so much. Mother will take good care of her brother. You should also pay attention to safety when you are at home by yourself, and lock the doors and windows, OK? "

"Don't worry, mom, I can take care of myself!"

Cheng Cheng promised.

The education of the Beiming family is to force a five-year-old child to precocious.

Gu Huan's nose is sour

*

it's cool in the middle of the night.

After leaving Gu Huan on the way, Beiming Mo drove around the city by himself.

The mobile phone rings -

in the afternoon, at the high-level meeting of Beiming family, he smashed a mobile phone fiercely.

Xinghuo quickly equipped him with another one, and copied all the contacts and information in the original mobile phone.

At the moment, Beiming Mo's irritable mood is not in the mood to answer.

But the bell didn't stop. It rang again and again.

Finally, he was impatient. He grabbed his cell phone, glanced at the screen of the cell phone, remained silent for three seconds, and answered -

"Hello, Vicent?" There was a dull old voice on the other end of the phone.

Beiming Moxi habitually twisted his eyebrows, and his tone was as calm as before, without a ripple, "master."

"Well, did master disturb your sleep?"

Beiming Mo parked the car slowly on the side of the road, "no, I was just driving, so I didn't hear it. Master, don't you rest so late? It's not good to have an old disease - "

" Vicent, is yingwan with you? I just woke up and found her missing

With the other hand, Beiming Mo takes out a cigar and lights it.

"No He quietly took a puff of smoke, and then, spit out a circle of loneliness.

“……” The other side was silent for a while, and finally sighed, "Vicent, yingwan is in a trance these days. What's the matter with you? I've never seen her so haggard... "

Beiming Mo deep eyes a cold, presumably Su yingwan or did not tell her father about their breakup.

He was calm. "Master, don't worry. Ying Wan is such a big man. He knows how to be proper."

Since she didn't open her mouth, he didn't have to explain it. After all, Shifu is in poor health and can't stand any stimulation.

"Vicent, actually over the years, Shifu has been very grateful to you for taking care of our father and daughter, but this time --" the voice on the other end of the phone faltered, "I don't know why, I'm really worried about yingwan. She suddenly disappeared, but her mobile phone is still at home, and I don't know where to go. Vicent, can you help me find her

Beiming ink closed his eyes and spewed out a smoke ring.

When you open your eyes again, the tiredness in your pupils disappears.

He opened the ashtray in the drawer of the carriage and twisted out the cigarette end with his long knuckles.

"Well, have a rest. I'll go to her."

Hang up the phone, the armored Humvee immediately turned to the street and ran to

*

a night show.

The night was deep, the evening wind was blowing, and a few stars were scattered under the sky.

The armored Hummer of Beiming ink comes to the downstairs of Yeying Yipin.

Turn off the engine.

He glanced out of the window at the skyscraper, took another cigarette out of his finger and set it on fire.

The vigorous knuckles rubbed some tired temples, and Gu Huan's tearful face was crossed in his mind.

Then he put the cigarette on his thin lip and took a good breath.

Swallow the clouds and puff the mist

He drove around several times to calm his anger.

In the memory of his whole life, he has never been out of control like this one.

He admitted that when he drove the car near her home, he saw her come back in the man's car, and when she said goodbye, he was still held in his arms and printed a kiss without resistance. If he hadn't been calm after years of training, he would have picked up the golf club and smashed the guy's window!

Gu Huan really broke another record.

Clean slender fingers, holding a cigarette, hard to smoke a mouthful!From the moment he decided to take her to Barcelona castle, from the moment he decided to give her the high-quality steel necklace that he had collected for many years, he declared his right to her!

His cold eyebrow brushed a trace of chagrin, Yang Mou, swept a glance at the stars under the night sky, how can she be so quiet and obedient?

But, she is not clever, she is not obedient, she even wants to fight against him, do not let him die!

After the last puff, twist out the butt in the ashtray again.

As if his out of control emotions were snuffed out.

Open the door, this time, he did not hesitate to go to the top floor of Yeying Yipin

*

people say that the distance between people and the sky has been close but far away since the world has high-rise buildings.

Su yingwan sat alone on the bench on the roof.

Body curled up into a ball, staring at the vast dark sky.

Tears, like dry and wet, wet and dry.

Then -

a tall and straight figure of a man stood quietly and elegantly in front of her eyes, blocking her view of looking up at the sky.

In an instant, tears burst the bank.

"Ink..." In Su yingwan's choking voice, there are joys, accidents and more sadness.