Chapter 285

But I didn't expect that the little guy didn't answer anything. Amber eyes looked at her seriously, "Why are you crying?"

"Ah? Oh... " Gu Huan was stunned, wiping his tears with his fingertips. "Ha ha, mom just talked to grandma, and then she cried I scared you, didn't I? "

"Uncle Xing Huo said," dad picked you up. Why do you cry? " Cheng Cheng's bright eyes reflect the maturity that does not accord with his age.

His tender little hand tightly grasped Gu Huan's, raised his cerebellar pouch, and asked again in a tender, cool but serious tone: "Mom, why do you cry?"

This sentence contains too much suspicion and worry of children.

This week, my father is in city a, and my mother is in city S. they live their own lives. Cheng Cheng sees them all.

It's not easy to learn from Uncle Xinghuo that my father has come back to pick up my mother.

He was so excited that he cut class, asked Uncle Xing Huo's address, and went straight to him

But I didn't think about it. At the moment when he broke in, his mother's tearful face made him flustered. I didn't know what to do.

The little guy is white. His face is full of melancholy.

The young master's hairstyle, which had been carefully combed by the servant, was a little confused because he was just on his way.

A few wisps of thin and soft broken hair are scattered at the temples, which shows the innocence of his age.

However, Yingting looks like his father's eyebrows, and unconsciously wring a deep scar.

Double. Lips slightly pursed, like his father's, lip liner perfect, even if not say any words, people can't help but attract.

It's undeniable that this child is like Beiming Mo!

In particular, the kind of elegant calm that emanates from the bones is almost like ten percent!

It's a very different temperament.

"Cheng Cheng..." Gu Huan's heart collapsed in an instant.

Seeing Cheng Cheng is like seeing Beiming mo.

She repressed in the bottom of her heart, all the grievances, suddenly pour out like a river

But she can't say anything, let alone tell the child that his father and mother will never be a family

Although she had been used to it for a long time, Beiming ink completely shattered her last hope in her heart.

"Mother cried Oh, mom cried because she was so happy to finally find your grandma But mother's crying is also sad. Why doesn't grandma want to wake up My mother miss my mother very much. Can Cheng understand Mom has been waiting for her to wake up, waiting, waiting, waiting for a long time, until mom's face is full of tears... "

Gu Huan said with tears and laughter as he wiped them.

Forgive her for telling a little lie now. Although she really cried for her mother many times, this time today is different.

Beiming Mo clenched Beiming's hand. She remembered every expression and every word very clearly!

Tears ah, once the outbreak, how can not stop.

What's more, she is facing a miniature version that looks like Beiming ink!

"Mom..." Cheng Cheng's voice is shaking. How can he not understand the feeling of missing his mother?

In his more than seven years of life, the word "waiting" seems to have become his destiny

Before he was five years old, he was waiting for his father to look back at him, waiting for his mother to land beside him like an angel.

After five years old, his father really began to pay attention to him, and his mother flew to him like an angel. At that time, he thought his life was full of hope. But in the end, everything is back to the origin of sadness, mother still left He just had a heartless twin brother.

Before the age of seven, he began to wait for his mother to return.

When he was seven years old, his mother finally came back, and he began to wait, waiting for his father to marry his mother one day, and the whole family to protect each other

However, facts have repeatedly proved to him that the adult world is not what he can predict or control.

It gradually became clear that waiting had become an irreversible fate in his life.

"Mom..." Cheng Cheng called again, shaking. He raised his soft white hand and gently wiped the tears from Gu Huan's cheek. "The teacher said that a strong child doesn't cry..."

"Yes, honey, forgive mom..." She squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

She admitted that she didn't set a good example for her son. "Cheng Cheng's teacher is right. Well, mother doesn't cry. She should be strong..."

But he didn't expect his son to continue to say -

"but the third uncle said The reason why people cry is because they have feelings. Only when they have feelings can they shed tears. So, it's not that my mother is not strong enough, it's that my mother's feelings are too deep. "

This sentence will shed tears only when there is emotion, which pierces Gu Huan's heart.

She opened her eyes to her young but sensible son.

All of a sudden, tears were pouring down

How dare she admit that she has a deep feeling for Beiming ink, so her tears are like thisLove a person too deep, will give that person the opportunity to hurt themselves.

Frailty is always accompanied by strength.

It just depends on which one you choose to be the shadow and which one is the entity.

Cheng Cheng wiped Gu Huan's tears with a soft hand. After a long silence, he asked carefully in a low voice -

"Mom, I want to shed tears too, OK?"

Gu Huan was stunned.

The eyes filled with mist look at Cheng Cheng strangely.

The throat suddenly choked.

There is a kind of inexplicable suffering.

"Cheng Cheng..." She was hoarse, almost unable to face such a wise but kind son.

He has a delicate heart, more sensitive than Yang Yang, delicate, considerate and gentle.

But also bear too much depression and sadness

In an instant, she understood her son, what he was afraid of and what he wanted to cry.

She excitedly embraces Cheng Cheng in her arms!

Tight.

Sucking the faint milk fragrance from my son!

Tears fell into the child's collar, and she held him, sobbing.

"Cry! Baby Cry in your mother's arms... "

She said hoarsely and felt guilty. "I'm sorry, baby, my mother has ignored your feelings over the years, and my mother hasn't taken good care of you..."

She felt a little shiver in her little body.

She knew it was her son crying in silence.

He even cried in silence.

Cheng Cheng and Yang Yang are so different.

It is undeniable that the Beiming family really educated Cheng very well.

Good to perfection, like a flawless jade.

But how to be so sad than Yangyang?

Even precocious sensible, elegant calm, not like a child!

"Honey If you want to cry, cry out. Don't hold it in your heart. You're just a child over seven years old... "

But Cheng Cheng never made a burst of crying.

Just buried in her mother's neck and shoulders, vigorously breathing.

That's his unique way of crying.

No matter how wronged and sad, the little guy will never let himself cry.

The good upbringing of the Beiming family has imperceptibly penetrated his bone marrow.

In my life, I'm afraid I can't do as I like.

He still remembers that two years ago, his saddest time was the night his mother left. He and Yangyang both became tearful.

Cheng Cheng is very afraid, even this week did not see his mother every minute, he is counting.

He was afraid that his mother would not come back, just like in the past.

"Mom You Will you still leave me... " Cheng Cheng asked in a hoarse voice.

Gu Huan's fingers shook.

Think of six days later, and Beiming Mo for marriage period will end.

Beimingmo promised to return a son to her.

It also means that she still has to leave the other one.

Cheng Cheng asks, she closes her eyes painfully.

The palm and the back of the hand are all meat. If you cut a knife, you will gouge out the pain of your heart.

“……” At this moment, she could not answer.

***

Beiming mansion.

The golden and resplendent building door, at this time, was packed with people.

As the Beiming's stock index plummeted 16 percent this morning, it quickly caused shock in the industry!

First of all, as a leading enterprise in a city, Beiming's influence is so great that even the government attaches great importance to it. Moreover, as a leader in the construction industry, Beiming family will certainly affect the economic lifeline of many people once it is in turmoil!

So, today is more restless.

Cameras with long guns and short cannons are aiming at the Beiming building.

Reporters from financial channels, political and economic channels, life channels, and even entertainment channels all came to join in the fun.

For nothing else, just to interview Beiming Mo, the highest chairman of Beiming who hasn't appeared for a long time!

Eight one eight!

Today, however, what is different from ordinary times is that in addition to the media reporters, a large number of shareholders have gathered.

For a time, it can be said that the crowd is turbulent!

Beiming sent out almost all the security guards to stop those who tried to make trouble at the gate.

Even the underground parking lot of Beiming family was not willing to let go, and many people gathered.

At this time, 100 meters away from Beiming building, a valuable black car slowly stopped at the roadside.

"Second young master, look at the situation, do you still go in..." Old Li, the driver of Beiming family, said with some difficulty.

Lao Li took a look in the rear-view mirror. The second young master sitting in the back seat was wearing a pair of super black sunglasses on his cold face. As always, his face was expressionless. I can't guess what he thinks."No need." Beiming Mo said coldly, "call Xinghuo, inform the senior management of the company, and come to the night demon empire hotel for a meeting immediately!"

"Yes, er Shao."

Lao Li nodded. At this time, he was on the crest of the storm. The second young master didn't have to accompany these media reporters crazy.

Then, the black car quietly turned around, almost no one noticed, quickly disappeared in the endless stream of streets, and drove away in the opposite direction

*

an hour later.

Night devil Empire Hotel.

As the name suggests, the Mohist empire.

In the conference room on the 32nd floor of the hotel, in front of the panoramic French window, stands a tall and handsome man.

Slender knuckles holding a cigar, slightly burning smoke, hold in the thin cold lips, pan out a trace of charming taste.

Outside his silver gray shirt, he wore a new English suit waistcoat, which was ironed straight.

The coat was thrown on the back of the chair.

This landmark skyscraper, located in the most prosperous center of a city, is no surprise. It is the work of this talented architect Vicent. Q.

Different from Beiming's, it's labeled with him!

Of course, his works are all over the world, but the only thing that belongs to him is the word "night devil"!

In the conference room, it was horribly quiet.

On the long conference table, the senior leaders of Beiming family were on pins and needles.

“……”

Everyone even dare not breathe atmosphere, slanting eyes carefully looking at the window, back to their president.

During this period, there are also a few leaders who are afraid of things and secretly take out paper towels to wipe sweat.