Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

"Bei Chen, it's all so late, let's rest here tonight." Mo Shuya's almost pleading tone seemed so pale and weak.

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

He did not speak.

He smiled coldly, but it was chilling.

Mo Shuya wrinkled beautifully, the few fine lines on the corners of her eyes, after all, faced such cold Li Beichen, she could no longer hide her, "Beichen, Yuxuan hasn't completely gone from fever yet, so you hurriedly took it away. She goes back, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it."

"Why?" Li Beichen's handsome and extraordinary face sank suddenly, his cold, sharp eyes were dyed scarlet, "You took her from the hospital here without telling me, wouldn't she just die?"

The cold words were like sharp thorns, and Mo Shuya's face was choked. The bleak eyes were filled with misty water vapor.

She knew that if the driver braved the torrential rain to take Shi Yu, who had just finished hanging up a little bit, to her, what she did was wrong, in case she catches typhoid fever again... but if you don’t take this opportunity When Shi Yuxuan was under house arrest, she would never see her own son.

"Beichen——"

"You made a mistake." The deep magnetic voice slowly spit out, but it was as cold as the sky.

In the huge and luxurious living room, a tall and tall figure walked slowly, lazy but powerful, spreading his arms on the sofa, his sharp eyes suddenly became narrow and long, forcing the dignified and noble Mo Shuya on the sofa.

"The word Beichen is not what you are qualified to call." Staring at her fiercely, Li Beichen's thin lips pressed tightly, revealing a trace of hostility.

"You..." Mo Shuya's body suddenly stiffened, and her breathing became unstable.

Junyi's mouth released a sneer of sarcasm, and he whispered: "Back then, you sent me a four-year-old to a foreign country. For more than 20 years, I didn't listen to it. Why do you call me Beichen? Blood, So what?"

Seeing his cold and severe eyes, the tears in Mo Shuya's eyes flickered tremblingly.

Li Beichen retracted his arm on the sofa and got up.

Powerful, put his slender and fair hands in his suit trouser pockets. Looking down, his chilly eyes sank, falling on the startled Yuxuan, and said coldly, "Shi Yuxuan, come here."

Condescendingly, he has a majestic imposing manner, like a generation of emperors, watching all things.

"Li Beichen, I..." The weak body curled up on the sofa stood up tiredly.

With a face of doubt, I really didn't understand what was going on with the mother and son, but didn't dare to talk more, let alone approach Li Beichen. The trembling appearance looked pitiful.

"It's time to go home." Suddenly, Li Beichen's powerful arms rolled around the unsteady person in front of him, and he was confined in front of his generous chest.

With a sound of "Hum", Yuxuan unexpectedly hit his chest, a bit painful.

His brows tightened, but he didn't say a word stubbornly.

Feeling that the force was too strong and hurt her, the tall and straight figure trembled slightly. Immediately, her slender waist was fastened.

"At the wedding of the century in a month's time, I will send you an invitation. Just treat it as... if it's a return that you gave birth to me, how?"

When Mo Shuya heard him say this, she was surprised and looked up at him. The hand holding on to the sofa trembled horribly.

His indifference and rejection of her...

On the glamorous face, the rigid smile gradually faded away, and the sorrow and pain that was as heavy as the tide was filled.

"As a mother, I am really sorry for you, but..." Mo Shuya opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. She is sorry for this son in every way, but the father who has been absent for more than 20 years Maternal love, how can I make up for it in one sentence?

She wants to give it now, but she's afraid it's not rare anymore, so she won't need it.