"Heh, did I give it or did you just grab it? Song Gan, don't be such a cheap person, do you want to be a bit stubborn?"
"you!"
"I'll pick up Lele in a while." After speaking, the woman hung up without giving the other party any opportunity to refuse.
Don't look at Wei Wanyang's anger at the moment, but when she arrived at the door of Xingxing Kindergarten, she had completely calmed down.
Of course I can't lose my face when I see my son.
At exactly five o'clock, the iron door opened, and the little guys filed out.
Wei Xiaole changed from the steady and reserved for many days, quickly searched among the parents, and then rushed into Wei Wanyang's arms impatiently.
"Mom! I miss you so much!"
"Mom misses you too."
"Today the teacher assigned the homework to complete a watercolor painting with the parents. Mom, shall we go to McDonald?"
In this situation before, Wei Wanyang was so busy with work and couldn't go home to cook. The mother and son went to a nearby fast food restaurant to eat fried chicken while completing their homework without delay.
"Okay, it's up to you! Let's go."
Wei Xiaole consciously climbed into the back seat and habitually sat on the safety chair.
Wei Wanyang tied the belt for him before getting into the driving seat.
"Mom, I'm going to the house with Buzz Lightyear's keychain at the entrance of the Pine Nut Cave!"
"OK, sit down."
…
Just as Wei Wanyang picked up the little guy with his front foot, Song Gan followed his back foot.
"Teacher, where is Wei Xiaole?"
"Huh? Just picked up by his mother, don't you know?"
Song Gan gritted his teeth, his face sinking like water.
If it weren't for the road closure in the car accident on the way, the driver had to take a detour, so the time was lost. He would have picked up his son a long time ago, and Wei Wanyang would not take advantage of it.
"hateful!"
"Daddy Xiaole, you..."
"It's okay." Song Gan finished speaking and turned and walked into the car.
The secretary saw that his face was wrong, and he didn't see the little boy, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.
Song Gan took out his cell phone and called Wei Wanyang.
He was hung up after only two rings. He called back angrily and was hung up again.
"That woman... Very good!"
The secretary was surprised, as if he had discovered some great secret.
You know, the little son's mother has never been exposed, even her personal secretary does not know it, it can be described as extremely mysterious.
…
"Mom, your phone rang." Wei Xiaole held the hamburger in one hand and the Coke cup in the other.
Wei Wanyang only glanced at it before pressing it off.
"Who?"
"Scam calls, don't worry about it."
"Oh." He continued to eat the hamburger, leaving Song Gan behind his father.
At seven o'clock, night fell, and the lights came on.
Not only did Wei Xiaole eat and drink, but the task assigned by the teacher was also accomplished.
There was no need for Wei Wanyang to greet him, so he consciously climbed to the back seat and sat down.
"Mom, I want to go home."
He was referring to the small apartment where Wei Wanyang lived before, not the big villa in Songkran.
The woman rested her hand on the steering wheel, and cast her gaze into the distance through the windshield, "Song...your dad, how are you doing?"
"He doesn't know how to make delicious cakes. The pajamas he chooses are also very ugly. He often makes me wear weird clothes called swallowtails..."
"Silly son, that's a tuxedo." He shook his head and laughed.
"Yes, that's it! I also said that if you want to be a gentleman, you have to wear it. You want to enroll me in a cram school... It's so annoying!"
Wei Wanyang listened quietly, with a smile on his lips.
From the mirror, you can see the little guy complaining. She knows the child and the mother. Of course, she knows that such complaints do not mean that the little guy really hates Songgan. Otherwise, he won't even mention it, so how can it be Talking so much on twitter
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"Although he is very annoying and annoying, he is not allowed to call you, but he can make Mao Cheng's mother apologize, and he will stand in the first row to stop me from school."
The woman's heart sank suddenly, inexplicably sour.
"However," the young boy pursed his lips and suddenly smiled, "In my heart, no one is better than mother. Mother is the best, the best in the world!"
Heaven and hell, but this moment.
"Good son!" Wei Wanyang smiled, sweetly hitting his heart.
"Then when can you take me home?" The little boy blinked his big eyes.
"Go! Go back first!"
"Great!"
Back to the familiar apartment, Wei Xiaole rushed straight to the room.
"Stop! Wait until Mom cleans it up before you can go in, it's all ashes."
"Oh." Standing obediently, his eyes floated straight in that direction, his toy...
"Go and sit on the sofa for a while."
Wei Xiaole walked over obediently, took off his shoes, turned out a tablet, and started playing games.
Wei Wanyang changed home clothes, put on an apron, and started cleaning.
After a while, the phone rang.
It was placed on the glass coffee table in front of Wei Xiaole. He picked it up, took a look, and found that he didn't recognize either of the words on the screen.
"Mom, call!"
"..."
"mom-"
Still no response.
He put on his shoes and was about to get to the bedroom, but accidentally swiped across the screen and connected directly.
"Wei Wanyang, I warn you not to go too far! Believe it or not..."
"father?"
At the other end, it seemed to adjust the breath: "... Xiaole, where are you?"
"Home."
"The nanny said you didn't go back at all."
"Idiot, I'm at my mother's house!"
"..."
Finally, Song Gan left a sentence of "waiting" and hurriedly ended the call.
The young boy was holding his cell phone, just feeling inexplicable.
"Lele, who are you talking to?" Wei Wanyang came out of the room just then, still holding a wet rag in his hand.
"He called by himself, I called you, but you didn't hear me, I accidentally picked it up..."
"He?" The woman raised her eyebrows.
"Well, Dad."
Wei Wanyang couldn't help but smile. He should have come, but he couldn't hide.
"Mom, I... Did I get into trouble?"
"No." She smiled softly. "The room has been cleaned up. Go and play."
"Okay!" The little guy chuckled and disappeared.
Wei Wanyang soaked a glass of milk and brought it in, "Don't waste it, you must drink it up, you know?"
"… Oh."
After cleaning the living room and kitchen again, the knock on the door finally sounded.
Wei Wanyang actually gave birth to a kind of calmness that the dust settled, but calmed down.
She took off her apron calmly and washed her hands with hand sanitizer before finally opening the door.
At this time, Song Gan was already on the verge of an outbreak, and his face was frighteningly cold.
"Is it fun? Hang up my phone and disappear with my son."
The woman chuckled, "Hang up the phone because I knew that your dog's mouth couldn't vomit ivory. As for disappearing, it doesn't count as it? I told you clearly earlier that I will pick up my son from school today."
"Wei Wanyang, I didn't agree!"
"I'm the child's mother, I want to see the child, and I need you to nod? A joke!"
"You are a child, mother is true, but the custody of the child is now in my hands, no matter whether you meet or other matters, as long as it is related to Xiaole, you must get my consent. Back then, it was written in black and white, and you too The one who signed, won’t forget it so soon, right?"
"Shut up! Do you still have a face to mention?"
Song Gan sneered, closed the door with his backhand, and approached step by step, "Why am I faceless?"
"If it weren't for you to threaten and intimidate with despicable means, I wouldn't..."
"It can only show that you are weak! Isn't it? As long as you just get past it, you won't lose the custody of your son." The man's eyes were cold and expressionless.
Wei Wanyang trembled with anger, "You bastard!"
"Heh. You have scolded this sentence many times, but unfortunately, it didn't work."
"Song Gan, what qualifications do you have to take Xiaole away? You are still rightly humiliating me now? In the past five years, have you fulfilled the responsibility of being a father for one day? You are not as good as a beast if you are born without raising!"
The man turned her back and pushed her against the wall, hitting the woman's ear with a fierce fist, his eyes breathed fire, and gritted his teeth: "Why do you blame me? I don't even know Xiaole's existence, so how can I fulfill my responsibility? Wei Wanyang, you hate it. !"
"Tell you, and then let you strangle him?"
The man's eyes tightened: "If you know, why give birth to him?"
"Xiao Le is my son. As for whether his father is Zhang San or Li Si, it doesn't matter."
"you!"
"Song Gan, what you provided at the beginning was just a sex, but I got pregnant in October and raised him for five years. As long as you still have a conscience, you shouldn't take Xiaole away!"
"Conscience? Huh..." ridicule flashed in the man's eyes, "When you betrayed me five years ago, why didn't you talk about conscience?"
The woman turned her head away, with tears in her eyes, but the next second, she was strongly corrected by the man and forced to face him.
Song Gan: "Wei Wanyang, listen carefully, Xiaole is my son, and it is only right for me to ask him to come back. As for you, don't even think about seeing him again in the future."
"Songgan! You bastard!"
"I will never let my son have a nasty and unclean mother!"
"You're spitting blood—"
Song Gan suddenly approached, smelled it in her mouth, and suddenly showed a look of disgust, "Smoking and drinking, what else can you do?"
The woman's eyes flashed.
She was so angry that she went to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette before leaving Huibin Building. However, she cleaned it with mouthwash after smoking and chewed gum. Unexpectedly...
"Oh, you will also be an old bustard and run a brothel, looking for profitable benefactors for the little stars under your hand."
Snapped-
There was a crisp sound, and the air suddenly became quiet.
"Songgan, you, shameless, shameless!"
The man turned his head, the temperature in his eyes dropped to the lowest point, as if frost was condensed, "You should be fortunate, I won't beat women."
After speaking, she threw away the woman's hand and strode towards the bedroom.
Wei Wanyang's complexion changed drastically, and rushed to the front, blocking the man's way: "What do you want to do?!"
"Take Xiaole away."
"No, you will scare him like this."
"That's better than following you, a dirty mother!"
"Song Gan, if you dare to hurt Xiaole's hair today, I will fight you desperately!" The impulsive man has lost his mind, and she dare not gamble with her son.
"Desperately?" Looking up and down at her, Song Gan's eyes were filled with unconcealed contempt, "Look at what you are now, what are you going to do with me? Your shaky studio is still your gold broker. People’s identity? I know that you have been looking for a suitable entertainment company, intending to backdoor through acquisitions to expand the scale of operations. I also know that you are interested in Feiyang Entertainment. Now you are in the wait-and-see stage and hesitate to start."
Wei Wanyang looked surprised.
Song Gan admired her panic at the moment, and was in a good mood: "You want to ask how would I know?"
"..."
"I tell you Wei Wanyang, don't try to escape my eyes when you do anything! I will keep staring at you, leaving you with nowhere to go!"
After speaking, walked around her and walked into the bedroom.
"Wei Xiaole, let's go!"
"I don't..." The boy held the toy, but shook his head vigorously, "I want to live with my mother."
Song Gan was so angry that his liver aches, "Will you go?!"
"What are you fierce? You have a temper. Are you proud of yelling at a child?" Wei Wanyang rushed in, guarding his son like an old hen.
"Wow-Mom, I won't go! I don't want to live with him!"
Wei Wanyang's heart was broken when the child cried.
But Song Gan did not show any sympathy or intolerance, he pushed the woman away, carried his son on his shoulders, and walked away.
Wei Xiaole cried while struggling: "Let me down... oooo... you big bad guy... Song Gan! big bad guy!"
"Shut up! I'm your father!"
"You are not my father... You are so bad, so fierce... I don't want you to be a father..."
"Boy, it's up to you!"
boom!
A door cut off all sounds, and Wei Wanyang sat on the floor slidingly, hiding his face and crying bitterly.
Xiaole, sorry...
I'm sorry, mom!
That night.
There was an earth-shattering cry from the villa.
"Wei Xiaole, you shut up! Don't cry!"
After a choking, I became more vigorous, "Uuuuu... I want my mother..."
Song Gan sat on the sofa with his head exploding.
"What's so good about that woman? Do you know her—"
"I forbid you to speak ill of my mother!" He said, rushing up like a small cannonball, punching and kicking Song Gan.
The strength of a child is not big or small.
Especially when the little thing was cruel, Song Gan finally knew why he put a classmate who was twice his size into the infirmary.
This is the little wolf cub who is unfamiliar!
"Wei Xiaole, I will warn you one last time, don't cry, stop!"
Unfortunately, it has no effect.
In a rage, Song Gan raised his right hand high, actually trying to slap him.
Instead of hiding, Wei Xiaole leaned over his face with a thick neck, "You hit! You hit! Anyway, you're not my father! You don't love me!"
Song Gan's hand froze in the air, trembling faintly.
The babysitter rushed up and put the child in her arms, "Don't cry, don't cry..."
Then, he cast his timid eyes on Song Gan, but he showed persistence and bravery: "Sir, Lele is still such a young man, how can you be stubborn? What can't be said between father and son? I have to make trouble to this point... "
"Forget it, you can take him up." Song Gan weakly leaned back on the sofa.
The babysitter coaxed gently, holding the child and leaving, like hiding from a scourge.
Song Gan rubbed his temples, and became more and more convinced that this child was broken by Wei Wanyang's teaching, so that he would be as stubborn and donkey as he is now!
He swore that from now on, he would never let that woman approach his son easily!
At the same time, inside the small apartment.
In the dark living room, a figure on the sofa was motionless, sitting still like a statue.