Chapter 203

"No!" Su yingwan shook his head excitedly, "there's no right! Why do you all think we should? That fire was an accident, no one wanted it! No one wants to Sobbing Lao Bai, do you see that? Tonight, at the depmeres piano recital, he actually went on stage to play the piece "steel of worry" It's his most precious song, written for his mother For so many years, he has never been willing to play this song in front of people. I didn't expect that this time, he would play it in public in front of that woman Lao Bai, do you see Wu Wu... "

Bai Muxi Yang raised his hand and wiped away her tears with his rough finger. "Yingwan, don't think about it..."

"How can I not think? I love him I love him so much. I really love him But why didn't he look at me more? Why... " Su yingwan, with tears in her eyes, suddenly grabbed Bai Musi's hand and said, "Lao Bai, you will help me, won't you..."

Looking at Su yingwan's urgent eyes, Bai Muxi was stunned.

I'll help you, of course, but yingwan, you can't think wildly, eh

"Wu Wu, Lao Bai I'm left with you, I'm left with you... "

Su yingwan cried again and fell into Bai Muxi's arms, as if he had found a piece of driftwood in Wang Yangzhong, dragging it to death Hold on to

*

the next day, Beiming house.

The silence of Beiming Mo's public piano playing at the depmeres piano recital has spread all over city A.

Beiming Yan, the third son of Beiming family, announced this powerful news to Beiming family early in the morning.

At this time, Beiming family is eating breakfast in the restaurant.

"Why didn't you respond? Beiming II plays the piano so well that I can't see it Beiming Er, come to our company and make you a pianist... "

Beimingyan pulled out a chair with a smile and sat down directly.

Beiming Mo coldly picked eyebrows, glanced at Beiming Yan, extremely disdainful.

"Old three, don't say something serious!" The old man of Beiming scolded him, and then looked at Beiming Mo's expression. He sighed from the bottom of his heart that the second can play the piano, but he always knew.

North Ming Yan touched a nose of ash, had to turn to the two little guys at the dining table again.

Like Cheng Cheng's sculpture, it's like the news that Bei Ming Yan just said, and it's like the weather forecast.

"Hey, two little nephews, your father plays piano so well. Sao, are you not happy?"

Yang Yang glanced at Bei Ming Yan and took a big mouthful of sandwich to his mouth. The little mouth didn't forget to murmur: "what's the matter with him?"

Bei Ming Yan glanced at the coldness of the two children, and could not help grinning, "you two little guys, are you still making trouble about your father's engagement to Aunt Fei Er?"

Cheng Cheng glanced at Bei Ming Yan, "third uncle, do you think making trouble can change his decision?"

"Well I can't seem to... " Bei Ming Yan scratched his head.

"Then it's over. What's more Cheng Cheng shrugged and continued to eat gracefully.

Yang Yang reaches out his little finger and looks to the north to hook up

"Well?" Beiming Yan put his head together with a smile.

Miso!

"Ah..." Bei Ming Yan covered his forehead and glared at the fork in Yang Yang's hand. "Smelly boy, why do you fork my forehead?"

"Third uncle, let me show you something!" He licked the ketchup on his hand.

Then he pulled out a long strip of wood from the bottom of the fart stock -

bang.

Fall to the table!

It made several elders nervous.

Beimingyan rubbed his forehead, then opened his eyes and picked up the board. There were several crooked characters carved on the board. Beimingyan read it out loud -

"the spirit of the dead father in the black earth of Beiming night!"

Poof -

the old man of Beiming spurted out a mouthful of tea

Jiang Huixin quickly took a towel to wipe the old man.

For a time, all the members of Beiming family were petrified!

Beiming Mo Ying's cold face is a little twisted.

Hawk Falcon's eyes were staring at the board, especially the big characters carved on it. It was terrible!

He was stunned for three seconds, then burst out laughing: "Wow, ha ha ha..."

Yang Yang glances at Bei Ming Yan, reaches out his little arm and grabs the board back from Bei Ming Yan's hand. The little guy rarely says seriously -

"uncle, are you illiterate? It's Beiming ink. Where is Beiming night black earth? And please be serious about my father's throne! I haven't had time to make the base yet, so I can't stand the memorial tablet for the time being... "

Yang Yang is small. His face is tangled tightly, completely ignoring the face of Beiming Mo Tieqing on the opposite side of the table.

"Ah ha ha Bei Ming Er, your son Ha ha ha It's amazing... " Looking at Yang Yang's extremely serious appearance, Bei Ming Yan's smile became more rampant.The old man of Beiming frowned and scolded, "old man, don't be afraid that the world is not in chaos!"

"Ha ha Dad, it seems that the one who is afraid of chaos is your good grandson... " Beiming Yan laughed so much that his tears came out.

Beiming ink cold face, from beginning to end silent, but his hand knife and fork has quietly changed shape.

Cheng Cheng glanced at the wooden block in Yang Yang's hand and said, "the black earth is too open. If you carve it tightly, it's ink."

"Oh! I'll pay attention next time! " Yang Yang is seldom taught.

"And next time? Ha ha... " Bei Ming Yan said with a smile, wiping his tears, "Oh, you are so wonderful Curse you. That's not how Dad died, is it... "

But don't want to, Yang Yang White North Ming Yan one eye, "three uncles, the spirit throne is here, still use me to curse him to die?"

The implication is that Yang Yang is dead as his father.

“……” Beiming Yan took a breath and laughed more recklessly.

Then, Yang Yang took out a crumpled napkin from his pocket, found a pen and writhed the word "Piano".

Then he asked beimingyan for a lighter.

In front of everyone, burn the napkin with the piano on it

"Oh, Yangyang can't play with fire!" The elders were shocked.

Yangyang said to beimingyan, "didn't uncle san say that my father can play the piano? Then I'll burn him a piano and let him play enough! "

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Beiming ink a palm split on the table, shaking the table shake three shake.

"Beiming, Si, Yang!"

Yangyang's hands trembled because of the loud noise. The unburned napkin fell on the table and quickly burned the expensive and beautiful tablecloth

"Beiming ink! What are you yelling at! Is it great to be loud? " Yangyang looks at the burning table cloth, learns the tone of Beiming ink and roars back loudly.

Note that the key point of "ghost roar" is "ghost".

Beiming Mo's face is as black as charcoal. The dead son of a bitch cursed him to death!

Father and son face to face again in an instant!

"Ah, it's on fire. If someone doesn't come, put out the fire quickly!" Jiang Huixin's reaction was quick enough. Seeing that father and son were going to set off a storm again, she quickly stood up from her chair and reached for Yang Yang. "Yang Yang is good. Grandma will take you to wash your hands. Children can't play with fire. Playing with fire will wet the bed..."

"Hey, grandma, I haven't finished arguing with him yet Does playing with fire really wet the bed? But Su Yangyang just started the fire, not playing with it... "

The sound is getting farther and farther away.

The servants hurriedly surrounded the dining table to put out the fire.

Cheng Cheng watches his grandmother carry Yang Yang into the bathroom. He jumps out of the chair quickly and grabs the board that Yang Yang left on the dining table and holds it in his arms for fear that it will burn like that

This scene, in the eyes of Beiming ink, is even more angry!

Two sons actually look at a spiritual throne, which is more important than him!

"North Ming Si Cheng, give it to me!" He stretched out his hand to ask for the spirit throne in Cheng Cheng's hand, and the cold voice seemed to squeeze out from his teeth.

Cheng Cheng, holding the throne, kept retreating, shaking his head: "I won't give it!"

"Beiming Siyang is not sensible, so are you?" Beiming Mo is calm and angry.

His own son even made the throne for him!

"You can marry a woman other than your mother. Why should I be sensible?"

"You -"

"anyway, Yangyang and I thought you were dead! We hate you

Cheng Cheng shouts at him, turns around and runs upstairs

Beiming Mo stares at Cheng Cheng's back, with a complicated look in his dark eyes.

He didn't expect that the children should say they hate him

All along, he knew that the children didn't like him. Anyway, he didn't expect them to like him. But suddenly, they said that they hated such a serious word

Beiming Mo's heart didn't know that he was hit hard by something, and he was in a panic.

Bei Ming Yan came over and put his hand on his shoulder: "Bei Ming Er, it seems that Cheng Cheng and Yang Yang reject you and Fei Er's engagement Is there really no room for change? "

Beiming Mo is silent.

Beiming old man frowned deeply from beginning to end and stood up clutching his crutch. As he passed by Beiming ink, he took a deep look at his proud son, patted Beiming ink on the shoulder and said -

"second, the most regretful thing in dad's life is to do something that makes you hate me So dad wants you not to go my way. Do it yourself... "

*

the first thing Gu Huan does when she gets up in the morning is to talk to Annie on the phone to find out about little baby.

But I learned that there was a small situation in Annie's divorce case.

When she's done, she'll take her baby home.Gu Huan wanted to take the little girl back and live with her. But the key is that Bei Ming Mo moved to the opposite of her house for no reason. Now she couldn't see her head. She had to make a new plan

However, remembering that Beiming Mo said last night that as long as she was willing to accompany him to a concert, he would promise to pick up the children.

Now, she can't wait for the children to come.

Fearing that he would break his promise, she quickly sent him a short message -

[don't forget your promise. I'm going to see my children tonight. 】

at this time, Beiming Mo, who had just been upset by the holy throne incident in Beiming's home, saw her text message, and her eyebrows became more and more locked

*

the children are about to move in, and Gu Huan can't help but raise her lips when she thinks about it.

She didn't know why beimingmo finally agreed to compromise. She just thought that she should make a rich dinner for the children in the evening and buy them a new bed and quilt

And daily necessities

So she rushed out to the supermarket.

In such a big supermarket, people come and go, but sometimes, people who don't want to meet can always meet inadvertently!

"Huanhuan?"

A familiar voice rings from behind, with a trace of temptation.

Gu Huan looks back reflexively