Song Qinbei twisted his eyebrows, and his body was full of displeasure.

Song Qianze's big dark eyes were filled with tears: "Why did you send Wang Zai away?" ”

"You are the future heir of the Song chaebol, what's the matter with a dog all day?"

Song Qinbei's eyes were slightly cold, and he reprimanded.

"Ke Wangzai is my only friend! Why are you so ruthless?! ”

Song Qianze held back the rolling tears and complained.

He has no mommy since he was a child, let alone friends, only Wang Tsai accompanies him, which is his best playmate and his only friend.

Why should a father deprive him of his only friend? He clenched his little fists and held back tears.

"How dare you talk to me like this for the sake of a dog?"

Song Qinbei's deep eyes were dancing with firelight, "I see that you are becoming more and more disagreeable!" ”

"Go upstairs and reflect, don't let me say it a second time!"

The grievances and grievances accumulated in the past five years instantly surged into his heart, and at this moment he broke out, Song Qianze clenched his fists and sneered, bursting out of his body with an aura that was not suitable for this age, "You are not raising a son, but a machine!" ”

"If Mommy was still here, I wouldn't do this to me!"

"Whoever wants to be your son, let him do it, I'm going to find my mommy!"

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up, and was about to go out on his short legs.

"Mommy"

The two words made Song Qinbei even more unhappy, his patience was exhausted, his tone became more and more cold, and his anger burned at the touch of a button: "Come on, shut him upstairs and reflect on it!" ”

Several servants were a little embarrassed, but under the pressure of Song Qinbei, they had no choice but to step forward to arrest Xiao Qianze.

Xiao Qianze pursed his lips, his little face tightened, and he took a few steps back, "You don't need to touch me, I'll go by myself!" ”

He glared at Song Qinbei and wiped away his tears vigorously: "I hate you!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and ran upstairs angrily with his calves.

Seeing this, the servants in the corner dared to come out to clean up the mess, only Song Qinbei looked at Xiao Qianze's back running away with a complicated expression.

The other side.

As soon as the mother and son arrived home, Tang Xiaobao took out his most precious computer and operated it on the keyboard with his little hands.

Although they are all old computers that have been eliminated by others, Tang Bao has relied on his natural sensitivity to electronic products and self-learning to videos, and has forcibly assembled a machine that Tang Xin can't understand.

Tang Xin looked at the complex codes and lines on the screen, and after a while, a monitoring screen actually appeared.

The surveillance is facing a villa with classical decoration, fast forward through the timeline, Tang Xin saw a car parked at the door of the villa, the bodyguard opened the door, and it was Song Qinbei who walked down! And the assistant who followed Song Qinbei with Bi Gong and Bi Jing was carrying his own bag! "Yes, that's him!"

Tang Xin rubbed his hands, his eyes were shining; "Baby, can you hack all the monitors in his house now?"

"No problem."

A few clicks of fleshy little hands on the keyboard, and the screen turned into a snowflake.

"Awesome!"

She kissed Tang Bao heavily on the head, "I'll go get the things back now!" ”

"Mama, I'll go with you!"

Tang Xin hesitated, and finally agreed: "Okay, son, let's go!" ”

The night was quiet, with a few stars dotted with dark nights, and crickets chirping not far away.

After many days of experience as a paparazzi, Tang Xin took advantage of the dark moon and high wind to take Xiaobao to evade the doorman and security guards, and quietly blended into the Song Mansion.

Po is in charge of hiding in the bushes to keep the wind out and provide her with information.

Tang Xin was in charge of going in to find the bag, and when she slipped into the door of the villa, she saw the tight luxury door, she bent down and took out a small key.

This is the master key that Xiaobao gave her, and now it comes in handy! Click.

The key is like a lock and opens quickly.

Tang Xin happily took back the key and tiptoed in.

There were groups of servants inside, coming and going, wearing delicate uniforms, busy working.

Tang Xin took a deep breath, bent his waist, hid his jackals all the way, and slipped into the master bedroom without those servants.

When she arrives at her destination, she finds that the backpack that was supposed to be on it is gone.

"Wouldn't it? Play me like this? ”

She continued to creep around the room, but downstairs there was none, and she crawled up the stairs.

While she was observing carefully, she accidentally touched a soft body.

Tang Xin glanced back, and naturally turned around to continue looking: "Xiaobao, why did you come in?" ”

Didn't you say that it was good to control the wind at the door? "Xiaobao?"

Song Qianze frowned, combed his hair meticulously, dressed neatly in a small suit and vest, and wore a black and white bow tie, looking like a British gentleman.

Tang Xin looked at him strangely, and muttered, "Why are you dressed so formally today?" Weird...... I don't remember buying you this style of clothes......"

Then he shook his head and said to himself, "Forget it, let's find my bag." ”

Song Qianze put his hands in his pockets, watching Tang Xin rummage around, and even a little curious about what she was looking for.

After a while, Tang Xin finally found the yellow bag, opened it and saw that the camera and wallet were there, sighed, and hugged it tightly: "Great, my little Suosuo, you can't leave me in the future......"

As long as there is a camera, she will not starve to death! At this moment, there was a man's footsteps, calm and powerful, and then she heard Song Qinbei's voice: "Qian'er? ”

Tang Xin was so frightened that he couldn't give up, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Qianze standing in a daze, hugged him, subconsciously covered his mouth, and the two hid in the nearest room.

Xiao Qianze asked a little uncertainly: "Auntie......"

As soon as he spoke, he was lightly knocked on the head by Tang Xin: "It's not big or small, it's called Mom!" ”

After Tang Xin finished speaking, he continued to listen to the movement outside the door, and he still hugged her tightly in his arms.

Mom? Xiao Qianze looked at the woman who was close at hand, with a warm embrace, with a fresh fragrance, looking at her facial features, she looked exquisite, and her eyebrows and eyes were very gentle, although she didn't know why she suddenly appeared in the Song family, and there were some inexplicable moves, but she was hugged, fragrant, soft, and that sweet taste...... This feeling had only appeared in his dreams.

Xiao Qianze thought so, and called out tentatively: "Mom? ”

Tang Xin turned around, put his finger up and compared it to his mouth, and said in a small voice: "Shhhhhh Don't let that stinky man outside the door hear it! ”

"Stinky man?"

Xiao Qianze thought of Song Qinbei, and his little head was full of doubts.

Why did she recognize herself as a person called Xiaobao? Who is Xiaobao? Do they have exactly the same face? Also, what is her relationship with her father...... When there was no movement outside the door, Tang Xin walked out with Xiao Qianze in his arms, and avoided the sight of others little by little along the way he came, took a taxi, and ran home in a puff of smoke.

Tang Xin hugged Xiao Qianze all the way and muttered: "Baby, why do you feel that you have lost a little weight?" I haven't seen you eat less lately......"

Xiao Qianze silently closed his mouth and did not speak.

Tang Xin muttered again: "Baby, you don't talk anymore, are you sick?" ”

The probe touched Xiao Qianze's forehead, and measured the temperature of his forehead: "I'm not sick, what's going on......"

Xiao Qianze let her touch her face, smelling the faint fragrance on her body, Xiao Qianze's heart was warm and sweet.

This beautiful aunt is fragrant and soft, and her hands are soft.

He really felt that there was a kind of "mother" in her

taste.