Chapter 79 Weiwei, Mr. Cheng is calling you
"Mom? Mom! Mom!"
As soon as Ning Yan opened the door, before he could see who was in the office, Beibei, who was sitting on the sofa, rushed over and threw herself into his arms without even applying medicine.
Ning Yan reached out to catch her, squatted on the ground, and couldn't even look at her wound.
Two small hands were hugging his neck tightly. Beibei lay in his arms, his eyes red, crying loudly.
As if he had suffered a great injustice and fright, tears fell like beads from a broken string, and he cried and called for his mother.
She already looked like a doll, and now she was crying so hard that it was rare. Ning Yan, a grown man, was almost dizzy from her crying. The anger in his chest began to rise with her crying.
"Did someone hit you?"
Beibei nodded frantically, then let go of his neck and showed him the only good scratch on her arm.
A palm-sized wound was scraped onto the tender little arm, which was as white as a lotus root. Although it had been treated with medicine and had stopped bleeding, it still looked extremely distressing.
When Ning Yan was his age, he had broken bones before, but he never cried so loudly.
But he didn't think Beibei was being delicate. He frowned and asked, "Did you fall?"
Beibei nodded with tears in her eyes, then pointed over there and said, "He pushed me."
"That's too much! So uncultured!"
Ning Yan stood up angrily and looked in the direction of Bei Bei's finger.
I saw a little boy with a bruised face and nose standing in front of the sofa. There was a cotton ball in his nose to stop the bleeding. He had a pouty mouth and lowered his head, not daring to speak.
On the sofa in front of him sat a man in a suit. His right hand, adorned with an expensive watch, rested lightly on the leather sofa. He exuded an air of dignity and authority, his cold eyes cast downward, making the little boy dare not even raise his head.
——It’s Cheng Zhengze, whom I haven’t seen for a long time.
The person standing next to him should be his wife. Ning Yan had seen her last time at the Tan family. She looked a little timid.
She didn't dare to look Cheng Zhengze in the eye while she spoke. She fiddled with her fingers and stammered, "I... I don't think it's all Eng's fault. He bled a lot. Let me apply some medicine to him..."
Cheng Zhengze didn't look at her. He raised his head, looked past the sobbing Enge, and looked at Ning Yan who was stunned in the spot, and said in a calm voice: "Mrs. Yu, long time no see."
Ning Yan: “…”
Ning Yan's anger subsided in an instant, and he regained his sanity.
He looked carefully at the face of Cheng Zhengze's son, then turned back to look at Beibei who was being held in Yu Chengbai's arms, and finally had to admit that six-year-old Beibei was really amazing.
She beat a boy who was almost four years older than her into such a horrible state.
In comparison, it seems that Beibei's injury is not very serious, and it can even be said to be a minor injury.
"You hit him?" Ning Yan pulled Beibei's face away from Yu Chengbai's shoulder and asked her, "Did you really hit him?"
"He pushed me first." Beibei said aggrievedly.
"You were the one who scolded me first!" Enge turned his head angrily, his face flushed with anger. The moment he saw Ning Yan clearly, he was stunned.
Beibei also got angry after being yelled at by Enge.
She was still crying, and now she was crying and yelling at the same time. Her small body burst into a loud voice, and she pointed her tiny finger at him and yelled, "You were the first one to curse my mother! Who told you to curse my mother! You shorty! You little beast! You little sword tomb! You have a mother but no mother—wuwu? Wuwuwu!"
Ning Yan covered her mouth with her hand and didn't dare to look at Yu Chengbai's expression.
It goes without saying that it was definitely Lan Ze who taught her. I feel like if she continues to curse, she will curse everyone from their ancestors down to their genitals.
"You are the one who was born by a mother but not raised by one! Look at yourself, do you look like your mother? Also, you don't have a father, your father is not your father, you are just a wild child!"
Before he could finish his curse, Cheng Zhengze's wife covered his mouth with her hand. Her pale face was filled with fear as she whispered, "Ahhhh, what are you talking about? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
At this point, the two ladies each covered the mouths of one child. Beibei was obviously even angrier and cried even more fiercely.
If it was someone else covering her mouth, they would have bitten her by now.
Beibei flapped her little hands vigorously, trying to pull down Ning Yan's hands that were covering her mouth. Her eyes were very red and she looked like she was about to die of anger.
Perhaps Cheng Zhengze's wife was not strong enough, and she broke free after only holding on for a while.
Engel yelled again: "You are a wild child! We all know it! You are a wild child born to your mother and a wild man! You are a wild child! Your father is not your father!"
Ning Yan: “…”
Ning Yan was frightened by the burning of his fingers. He turned around and saw that Beibei had stopped struggling. Bean-sized tears rolled down his face, one by one, and all fell on his hands.
Even so, she was reluctant to bite Ning Yan's hand and asked him to let go so that she could scold him back.
Beibei fell back on Yu Chengbai's shoulder, crying breathlessly, her arms tightly around his neck, calling him with hiccups: "Dad, Dad, Dad..."
Ning Yan looked up and saw Yu Chengbai gently patting Beibei's back. His tone was gentle as he coaxed her softly, "It's okay, Daddy is here."
However, his expression no longer had the gentleness of the past.
The look he gave Cheng Zhengze was cold, indifferent, and sharp, like shattered glass on the ground in the sunlight.
If children are not taught well, the responsibility naturally lies with the adults.
However, Ning Yan guessed that another reason why Yu Chengbai blamed Cheng Zhengze was probably because he thought Beibei was his and Cheng Zhengze's child. In Yu Chengbai's view, Cheng Zhengze was Beibei's biological father.
Ah, it’s such a mess, why did it become like this?
Ning Yan was about to go out to calm down when Cheng Zhengze stopped him, "Mrs. Yu, I'm so sorry. It's my wife and I who didn't raise our son well, and that's why Enge has developed such a spoiled temper. I apologize to you on his behalf."
“…”
Ning Yan pretended to be dead and walked out.
Yu Chengbai held Beibei, who had stopped crying, turned around and looked over. He said calmly, "Weiwei, Mr. Cheng is calling you."
Ning Yan: “…”
I can't die, right?
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PS:
Alas, with a little traffic hanging on every day, I really want to start a new book. I want to write about the reunion of a sexy top and a cold bottom, I want to write about an old man chasing his wife to the crematorium, and I also want to write about the ancient court and the master of cultivation. I just like to eat what is in the bowl and look at the pot... Why don’t I have ten pairs of hands? (sighs with chin in hand)
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