I was spoiled after marrying a wealthy man

As for why Ning'er gave him alcohol and ran out, she refused to tell him.

She has been wandering around lately, and I don't know what she is doing.

Hey.

He didn't want to interfere with Ning'er's affairs, he just took care of it.

Speaking of what happened yesterday, it was nonsense, but that woman rushed into his elevator at that time...

He doesn't have much memory of what happened next. He only remembers that her body was burning hot and that she kept crying.

When I woke up, the bed was in a mess and there was blood everywhere.

…………The six-year dividing line…………

"Giggle cluck."

When Yu Qingqing returned home with her tired body, the sun had already set. The company had a lot of work these days, and she had already worked overtime for several days in a row.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I heard a burst of children's laughter.

At first she was very happy when she heard the laughter, but when she found where the laughter came from, she looked shocked.

"Yangyang." Yu Qingqing raised her head and shouted to the person floating in the air, "Come down quickly."

"Mom." The little person fell down in mid-air.

"Yangyang." Yu Qingqing squatted down and said seriously, "Didn't mom say it? You can't fly around. If others see it, you will be arrested by the police."

When Yangyang was six months old, Yu Qingqing wanted to make Yangyang laugh, but as soon as he teased him, he flew up with laughter, which frightened Yu Qingqing to the point of being at a loss.

At that time, Yu Qingqing realized that it was true that the legendary Bei Minglin had supernatural powers.

From that time on, Yu Qingqing did not dare to tease Yangyang, so Yangyang now has a small face all day long, cold, just like his father, which is extremely inconsistent with his name Yangyang.

By the time Yangyang was two years old, he could already control his own powers.

"Mom, I was wrong." Yangyang's little face was full of expressions of knowing that he was wrong.

"Yangyang." Yu Qingqing hugged Yangyang distressedly. Yangyang, who grew up in a single-parent family, has a maturity that is extremely inconsistent with his age.

At five years old, other children were still rolling around in their parents' arms and couldn't even speak in complete sentences, but Yangyang was already helping her mother take care of her great-grandmother, and even received some money from a computer company in the name of Yu Qingqing. I have to work hard to support my family.

"Yangyang, I'm sorry, mom shouldn't have been so serious just now."

"Mom, don't say you're sorry. I was indeed careless just now." Yangyang admitted her mistake sincerely, with no look of a five-year-old child on her face.

Yu Qingqing's nose felt sore, and tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." His small palms kept wiping Yu Qingqing's face.

"Yangyang, it's really not your fault." Yu Qingqing hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face and changed the subject, "What did you just encounter? Why are you smiling so happily?"

"It's a little bird." Yangyang raised his head and pointed at the tree in the small courtyard. There was a bird's nest on the treetop. "That little bird couldn't fly yet. It fell from above. I caught it and returned it. Teach it to fly, maybe it will be happy, but it always pecks my neck and makes me itchy, so..."

At this point, Yangyang's voice became softer, "That's why I laughed."

"It's okay." Yu Qingqing hugged Yangyang, "Just be more careful next time."

"Qingqing." Yangyang took Qingqing's hand, "You must be hungry, come in and eat."

"Have a meal?"

"Yeah." Yangyang nodded slightly, "I think you've been getting off work late lately, so that's why you did it."

"You cook, how do you carry those pots? How..."

"Like this." Before Yu Qingqing could finish speaking, Yu Yangyang raised his left hand, and a stone in the courtyard suddenly flew up.

"..."

She originally thought that Yang Yang's ability to fly was already powerful enough, but she didn't expect...

……

"Yangyang."

The next day, when Yu Qingqing came back from get off work, she habitually took off her shoes and called Yangyang.

Usually, Yangyang would fly to her immediately and take her bag obediently, but not today.

Yu Qingqing raised her head and looked inside the house.

The house was in disarray, and it felt like a serious fight had just occurred.

"Yangyang, Yangyang." Yu Qingqing walked around the room, but when she didn't see Yangyang, she ran outside again.

As a result, I searched all around, but still couldn't see Yangyang. Not only was Yangyang missing, but the old lady Yu Ma was also missing.

"Yangyang mother."

Neighbor Aunt Zhang suddenly opened the door a crack and said, "I just saw Yangyang being taken away by several men."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Zhang immediately closed the door, feeling very scared.

How many men?

Yu Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that man came for her?

From the day she escaped, Bei Minglin never gave up looking for her. She took Yangyangdong to hide in Tibet.

Later, she simply returned to China and returned to Jiangcheng.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

After she returned to Jiangcheng, it was indeed peaceful for a year. She thought she was safe, but the result was still...

Now that those people only took Yangyang away and left her alone, it proved that Bei Minglin had found out that she was pregnant after that night, so his investigation in the past few years had only targeted Yangyang.

Yu Qingqing smiled mockingly.

Bei Minglin has been searching for her non-stop in the past few years. She also secretly wondered in her heart whether Bei Minglin couldn't let her go. Now that she thought about it, it was just her own passion.

He had warned her since she was a child.

He is the young master and she is the maid.

but……

Yu Qingqing's heart burst into anger. On that night six years ago, she was also a victim, okay?

What qualifications does he have to rob Yangyang?

As soon as Yu Qingqing ran out, she saw a row of black cars leaving in a convoy. In Jiangcheng, who else could be in such a convoy besides the Beiming family.

-

AM's rooftop glass room.

A man and a little boy sit across from each other.

The man was leaning lightly on the sofa, his slender legs crossed together, looking very casual.

The fine hair is slightly scattered in front of the forehead, and the exquisite three-dimensional facial features are put together.

good looking.

But cold.

The coldness that repels people thousands of miles away.

The man's deep eyes were lightly focused on the boy. He did not move or speak, but he was not angry or intimidating, so that no one could get close to him.

The boy in front of him didn't look much like the man, but the coldness on his body felt like it was emanating from the same ice cellar.

The boy met the man's gaze, neither cowardly nor weak, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" the man asked softly.

"Why are you afraid?" the boy asked.

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he raised his hands, and the furniture around him flew up instantly, and then quickly smashed towards the man. However, when he was still one or two meters away from the man, it stopped and hung in the air.

"you……"

A trace of surprise flashed across Yangyang's originally calm face.