Chapter 85

"Beichen, it's so late. Let's have a rest here tonight." Mo Shuya's almost pleading tone seemed so pale and powerless.

Li Beichen lowered his long and narrow eyes, and the dazzling crystal lamp drew a shadow between his eyebrows.

He didn't speak.

Laugh, but it's chilling!

Mo Shuya is tight and beautiful. A few fine lines in the corners of her eyes can no longer hide in the face of such a cold Li Beichen. "Beichen, Yuxuan hasn't completely reduced her fever. You take her back in such a hurry. I'm afraid she can't bear it."

"What?" Li Beichen's handsome and extraordinary face suddenly sank. His cold and sharp eyes were stained with scarlet, "you received her from the hospital without telling me. Can she eat it?"

Sharp words, like sharp thorns, smothered moshuya's face. The bleak fundus of the eyes is filled with a layer of misty water vapor.

She knew that it was wrong for the driver to take the last drop of Shi Yu to her in the torrential rain. In case she caught typhoid again... But if she didn't take this opportunity to put Shi Yuxuan under house arrest, she would never see her own son.

"Beichen -"

"You're mistaken." Low magnetic voice, slowly spit out, but cold like cold.

In such a large and luxurious living room, tall and straight figures came slowly. Lazy but powerful, they stretched their arms on the sofa, and their sharp eyes became narrow and long, forcing Mo Shuya, who was dignified and expensive on the sofa.

"You're mistaken. You're not qualified to shout Beichen." Staring at her fiercely, Li Beichen's thin lips tightly closed, showing a trace of murderous spirit!

"You..." Mo Shuya's body suddenly stiffened, and her breathing began to be unstable.

Junyi's mouth released a sneer of sarcasm. He said in a low voice: "in those years, you sent me abroad when I was four years old. For more than 20 years. Why do you call me Beichen? Blood, so what? "

Seeing his cold and fierce eyes, the tears in Mo Shuya's eyes flickered with vibration.

Li Beichen took back his arm on the sofa and got up.

Powerful, he put his slender white hand in his suit trouser pocket. Drooping his eyes, his cold eyes sank and fell on the stunned Yuxuan. He said coldly, "Shi Yuxuan, come here."

Condescending, he has a majestic momentum, just like a generation of emperors, overlooking all things.

"Li Beichen, I -" the weak body curled up on the sofa stood up tired.

The doubt on one face really didn't understand what was going on between the mother and son, but he didn't dare to ask more, and didn't dare to get close to Li Beichen. The look of trembling looks pathetic.

"It's time to go home." Suddenly, Li Beichen's strong arm bent, kneaded the unstable man in front of him, and imprisoned him in front of his generous chest.

"Bang!" With a sound, Yuxuan suddenly bumped into his chest.

His brow was tight, but he stubbornly didn't squeak, biting his lips in pain.

She felt that her strength was too strong and hurt her. The tall and straight figure trembled slightly, and soon fastened her slender waist.

"I'll send you an invitation to the century wedding in a month. Let's just... Let's pay you back for giving birth to me, okay? "

Mo Shuya was surprised at what he said and looked up at him. The hand on the sofa was shaking badly.

His indifference and rejection of her

On the beautiful face, the stiff smile gradually faded, filled with sadness and pain like a tide.

"As a mother, I'm really sorry for you, but..." Mo Shuya opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. She was sorry for her son in every way, but the father's love and mother's love that had been absent for more than 20 years, how can she make up for it with a word?

She wants to give it now, but she's afraid he's not rare, so she doesn't want it.