Quickly wear: The male protagonist is in HE with the villain again

What does it mean to have another child? He thought he was going to the vegetable market to bargain for the baby!

Moreover, he and Wen Jiaoran were both in their fifties, yet they still had a baby!

"Okay, Ating, why are you still arguing with your son?"

Wen Jiaoran looked at the father and son who were at ease, and helplessly put her forehead to stop the fight.

But when I looked at my son's impeccably handsome face, I couldn't help but smile lovingly:

"Mommy likes the gift from the baby, thank you for taking the trouble."

Yan Beiheng sat next to her and looked at his old father provocatively, and replied obediently:

"As long as Mommy likes it~"

He lowered his head and bent over, letting his mother ravage his plush hair.

"Hmph, it's your mother's birthday today, so I won't let you know her."

Yan Nanting was helpless and furious. He put his arms around his wife's waist and glanced at Yan Beiheng, who was pretending to be innocent.

"..."

Looking at the all-powerful Yan Nanting in front of outsiders, Yan Beiheng felt illusory at the moment.

"What your father said makes sense, so when are you going to get married, baby?"

He broke free from his hands on his waist and asked Jiaoran's eyes to warn him to stay serious in front of his son.

"I, Mommy, I really haven't thought about it yet..."

Yan Beiheng was even more afraid to tell her that he was in a relationship with a boy.

"It's okay, we're just a little worried about you. If you encounter anything, you must tell your parents, you know?"

No matter how old he is, in Wen Jiaoran's eyes, Yan Beiheng will always be her and Yan Nanting's only son.

"Ah."

Yan Beiheng could only pretend to be good now, and suddenly felt a little lucky that no one knew him in Ulan Butong last time.

"I heard that the project you recently invested in was pretty good?"

Seeing that he obviously didn't want to discuss this topic anymore, Yan Nanting asked casually.

"Ah? What's wrong with you?"

Yan Beiheng immediately looked at the old housekeeper aside, but this time before he could speak, Yan Nanting explained:

"He wasn't the one who told the secret. As a son like you, why don't you allow me to find someone to keep an eye on you?"

"But father - I am already twenty-eight years old, not just eighteen!"

Yan Beiheng was a little angry, and suddenly felt that his life had no privacy, and he was even more afraid that he would know what happened between him and Bai Zhonghuai.

"You are also my son at the age of eighty!"

Unlike Yan Beiheng's sharp facial features, Yan Nanting looks as gentle as jade, but his behavior is the Yan family's usual fierce and domineering style.

"You! You are unreasonable!"

Yan Beiheng turned to Wen Jiaoran pitifully, looked at her gentle and gentle face, and asked:

"Mommy, please advise him! I am an independent individual, not his pet! I need my own privacy and space."

"Baby, I think you must have misunderstood us. Your father and I never wanted to restrict your freedom. We were just worried about you, so we sent some people to protect you."

Wen Jiaoran held her son's hand with bruised veins and comforted her gently.

"But, but..."

Yan Beiheng didn't know what to say to defend himself. Even his mother thought it was normal to find a group of people to supervise him...

"You still have the nerve to be angry. I just want to settle a score with you."

Yan Nanting looked at his unsatisfied expression and asked:

"What did you do in Ulan Butong a few days ago? I don't remember any important projects in that deserted place."

"Yes, honey, what are you doing there? You are still alone. What if something happens, what do you want us to do?"

Wen Jiaoran looked at her son's long, drooping eyelashes, frowned and asked him.

"I...I just want to see the prairie."

Yan Beiheng endured it again and again, constantly telling himself in his heart that today was his mother's birthday, so he couldn't lose his temper...

"Looking at the grassland? Going to the Baiyinle Racecourse to ride horses for a day every day? Is this how you appreciate the grassland scenery?"

Yan Beiheng wanted to put things to rest, but his old father was being aggressive.

"Yes! Aren't you rich? Your eyes are on the whole world. Now I just like Baiyinle. Why don't you buy it for me?"

Yan Beiheng stood up suddenly, his chest heaving violently, obviously very angry.

"Beiheng, you..."

Wen Jiaoran looked at her angry son and quickly stood up and held his hand.

"Stop talking, Ating, stop talking."

Wen Jiaoran knew that the men in the Yan family were all arbitrary and domineering. Now that Yan Beiheng had returned to the Magic City safely, she actually felt that there was no need to investigate further.

"Okay, Lao Cheng, you should send someone there now to find a way to buy Baiyinle into his name!"

Just do it. Yan Nanting pointed at his son and ordered the old housekeeper who was standing by at any time.

"Okay, master."

The old housekeeper received the order and went out obediently to execute it.

"Humph."

Regarding his arrogant control, Yan Beiheng finally had nothing to say.

"Yan Nanting, have you forgotten that today is still my birthday?"

Looking at the father and son who were disgusted with each other, Wen Jiaoran finally broke out. She pointed at her husband who was getting scared and ordered:

"Just stay here and don't move. Beiheng and I will talk alone."

Yan Beiheng looked at the woman who was holding his hand and walking toward the balcony, and lowered her long eyelashes with a melancholy expression.

Suddenly he felt that this family was actually an old housekeeper who was not related by blood and was the most obedient to take care of him.

"Baby, do you hate your father's tyranny?"

Wen Jiaoran asked tenderly, looking at her precious son who was two heads taller than her.

"My son doesn't dare."

The Adam's apple rolled a few times, and Yan Beiheng instinctively replied to her without having time to think about his words.

"I don't dare either. In fact, your mother and I were also forced by that person."

Wen Jiaoran looked into his eyes and continued to explain:

"Actually, it can't be called forced. We were childhood sweethearts. We are of the same family, and we happen to be in love with each other, so we should be together~"

When Wen Jiaoran said these words, her eyes were full of sweetness, but next:

"But he shouldn't have made me pregnant and gave birth to a child when I was only of marriageable age."

The woman gently touched his handsome face, her watery eyes a little sad:

"I was just a senior in college, and before I even left campus after graduation, I got married to him, a careerist who had children."

"Mommy, you..."

Yan Beiheng couldn't help but hold the hand on her cheek, not knowing how to comfort her.

"You don't have to pity me, baby."

Wen Jiaoran broke away from his touch, turned around and looked outside:

"I resisted at that time, but it was no use."

"Later, I gradually understood that when you fall in love with someone, it will be a kind of restraint and discomfort. That is, you will feel that you have no freedom."

"I loved him, gave birth to you, and then loved him to love you."

Wen Jiaoran looked at the huge garden at her feet and explained her feelings to him with relief.