Boss, your wife ran away with the ball

He thought about it a little bit, but finally called Ye's mother, and the other party said that he did not go to pick up Ye Xiaobei.When hearing this, Ye Ranran's heart was half cold.Crystal clear liquid swirls in the eye sockets.

"Ranran, is something wrong? Tell Mom quickly!"

After a long time without getting an answer from her daughter, Mother Ye also became anxious and kept calling Ye Ranran's name.

"I, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about this."

Ye Ranran didn't say much, hung up the phone quickly, left the room quickly, and came to the hall below.Putting on his shoes, he was about to call the police, but his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Grandma, this title made her think of another possibility.Even if you don't want to believe it, you have to face it now.

Turning around, he went back to the lobby, took out his mobile phone, and made a quick call.

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Feng Lingchen looked at the document in his hand, frowned, threw it on the table with a headache, his face was a little ugly, stood up and walked to the French window, took out a cigarette from his pocket, but before he could light it, the paper on the table The phone rang, and it was extremely harsh in this silent environment.

Feng Lingchen's subordinates paused and pursed their lips, but they still walked over with big strides. When they saw the caller ID on the screen clearly, their deep eyes flashed, but they still answered the call.

As soon as I put it in my ear, the woman's voice full of anger came over, "Feng Lingchen! Did you ask someone to pick up Xiaobei!"

The words are full of questions!
Feng Lingchen's expression was a little inexplicable, "Isn't Xiaobei picked up by someone you arranged?"

Throwing the cigarette in his hand that was too late to light into the trash can beside him, he said in a deep voice, and then his face changed, "Could it be that something happened to Xiao Bei?!"

There was a sudden silence on the other side of the screen.

And following Ye Ranran's silence, Feng Lingchen's ominous premonition became more and more serious, and when she was about to speak again, her voice continued.

"Xiaobei's teacher said that Xiaobei was picked up by his grandma."

Then he roughly told the ins and outs of this matter. Even through the screen, Feng Lingchen could feel Ye Ranran's helplessness and fear.

This time it was his turn to be silent, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but to the woman on the other side of the screen, he simply explained, "I will investigate this matter. Don't worry."

Then hung up.

Ye Ranran stared at the screen for a long time, biting her lower lip tightly, and her fingers holding the phone tightly, because of too much force, they were already abnormally white.

I prayed silently in my heart, it must not be what she thought.

The conversation was divided into two parts. After Feng Lingchen finished talking with Ye Ranran, he called his mother.

"Mom, did you pick up Xiao Bei?"

He wasn't too tactful, and straightforwardly stated his purpose.

After a while, the gentle female voice came over, with some embarrassment and guilt, "Xiao Bei was indeed picked up by me, this, Ling Chen..."

Mother Feng probably didn't know how to say the following words, she stammered for a long time, but she didn't say it.

Feng Lingchen knew what his mother wanted to express, but some things would not be explained clearly in a short while, and the time had not yet come.

"Mom, why didn't you say anything when you took Xiaobei away?"

He changed the subject, and his tone softened a bit, no longer the initial indifference.Leaning back on the chair, the expression on his face was unpredictable.

"It's really my inconsideration. Mom apologizes to you."

After hearing the words, Mother Feng admitted her fault cleanly, without making excuses or anything.It can be seen that he is also magnanimous.

"Grandma, is it Daddy?"

At this time, a soft child's voice came from the other side of the screen.

"Hehe, yes, Xiaobei is happy to talk to your father."

So the object of the call was instantly replaced by a small dumpling.

Feng Lingchen rubbed the center of his brows, listening to Ye Xiaobei's voice, the cold and hard lines on his face gradually softened.

There was a touch of tenderness in the voice, "Xiao Bei, listen to grandma at home. Daddy will be back soon."

Carefully exhorted.

"Xiao Bei knows! Daddy will bring me a strawberry-flavored lollipop when he comes back!"

"it is good."

The father and son chatted for a while before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

Now this matter has been completely "solved", and it was indeed picked up by his mother.But how to tell Ye Ranran?
Although we don't get along much, but for that woman...

Feng Lingchen frowned again, and after pondering for a while, he called Ye Ranran.

And in this process, Ye Ranran, who has been waiting for the result, is also suffering extraordinarily.He was thinking about some messy things in his mind, and he was afraid that the conjecture in his heart would be confirmed, and he was also afraid that Ye Xiaobei would be abducted by someone.

Even though it was only ten minutes, it seemed like a century had passed for her.

When the phone rang, Ye Ranran almost jumped up from the sofa and quickly connected the phone.

"How is it? Did Xiaobei find it?"

asked eagerly.

Then, the man's deep voice came to his ears, but the words he spoke seemed to have poured a basin of cold water on Ye Ranran from head to toe, cooling him down completely.

"Xiao Bei is at my house, you don't have to worry."

Xiao Bei is at his house?
What does this mean?
After a dead silence, Ye Ranran finally recovered her voice, but it was slightly hoarse, each word seemed to be popping out of her throat.

"So, your mother picked up Xiao Bei?"

"Correct."

"Feng Lingchen! You bastard! Give me back Xiaobei!"

At this moment, it exploded in an instant.Ye Ranran was full of panic, curled up in the corner of the sofa, and growled in a low voice.

She always knew that Feng Lingchen wanted to take Xiaobei away, but she never expected that this day would come so soon.

There was no warning.

Crystal clear teardrops overflowed from the sockets of the eyes, all the way down the cheeks, and dripped on the white arms.

There was never a moment when I was so clearly and clearly aware of my own weakness and powerlessness as now.

What kind of mother is she who can't even protect her son?
Hearing the suppressed sobs from the other side of the screen, Feng Lingchen clenched the pen tightly, as if about to break it completely, his knuckles turned white.

His complexion sank to the bottom, but there was some strange color between his brows.

"I am Beckham's father."

In the end, he just spit out such a sentence, without explaining that he didn't know about it.

But Feng Lingchen's behavior of emphasizing his identity at this time was more like igniting the flames of explosives, which completely angered Ye Ranran.

"So? Just because you are Xiaobei's father, you can take away my son who was conceived in October and was born through hard work just because you just provided a Jingzi?"

There were endless sneers and sarcasm between the words, each word turned into a sharp knife, and it was pierced into Feng Lingchen's heart fiercely, bleeding profusely.

He was a little dumb, not knowing how to refute Ye Ranran's words.

There are countless excuses that can be made, but they still can't erase the fact that Ye Ranran has been working hard in the United States for the past few years and has to take care of the children.

This phone call eventually broke up.

Feng Lingchen stared at the string of phone numbers on the screen for a long time, and finally got up and quickly returned to Feng's house.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, a small group rushed over quickly, "Daddy! You are finally back! Xiaobei misses you so much!"

Feng Lingchen hugged Ye Xiaobei up, hooked the corners of his lips, showing a shallow smile, and there was a trace of tenderness in his deep eyes.

"Xiao Bei, did you listen to the teacher's words at school today?"

Leaning over and kissing Ye Xiaobei's fleshy cheeks, she walked to the sofa and sat down without stopping.Then hug her carefully.

"Of course! The teacher even praised me today!"

Ye Xiaobei proudly showed off, smiling like a little fox.

And what he said successfully caused several people present to burst into laughter.

Opposite Feng Lingchen, sat two women.The one wearing a plain shirt, gray hair, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses is Feng Lingchen's grandma, Ye Xiaobei's great-grandmother, Zhang Xiaoyun.At this time, she was looking lovingly at the opposite face, one big and one small, two faces almost carved out of the same mold, which made her feel particularly happy.

The middle-aged woman sitting next to Mrs. Zhang is Feng Lingchen's mother, Tong Jiayu, with a gentle smile on her face. Time has left traces on her face, but it has not taken away her elegance and beauty. intellectual.

"When I went to pick up Xiaobei today, the teacher specially praised Xiaobei's performance in school today and helped his classmates. He is really a good boy."

Mother Feng spoke softly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened.His eyes scanned the faces of Feng Lingchen and Ye Xiaobei.

"Helping classmates is what Beckham should do!"

The atmosphere of the chat was exceptionally warm, teasing Xiao Tuanzi in Feng Lingchen's arms from time to time, for this cute, cute and smart child, whether it was Mrs. Zhang or Feng's mother, they had already loved him very much.

"Look quickly, Xiaobei's appearance is exactly the same as Ling Chen's when he was a child!"

Mother Feng flipped through the yellowed photo albums in her hand, placed them in the middle of the table, and flipped through them one by one.

There are some photos of Feng Lingchen at every age stage from childhood to adulthood, recording his growth from a babbling toddler to a handsome young man, and now to the "Yingtian" who holds a lot of power and stands alone. "President.

Ye Xiaobei also went to have a look, looking like a grown-up, watching with great interest.

"Daddy and I really look exactly the same!"

Blinking his eyes, he turned his head to look at the man sitting on the sofa. Even though his expressionless face was often cold, his handsome face was not diminished by half, but even more aggressive.