Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 336 Fighting for the Son, Bad Dad

"Heh, did I give it to you, or did you grab it? Song Qian, don't be so cheap, do you want to make yourself look good?"

"you!"

"I'll pick up Lele later." After speaking, the woman hung up without giving the other party any chance to refuse.

Don't look at Wei Wanyang being very angry at the moment, but when she arrived at the gate of Xingxing Kindergarten, she had completely calmed down.

Of course you can't lose your face when you see your son.

At exactly five o'clock, the iron gate opened, and the little ones filed out.

Wei Xiaole changed from her prudent and reserved manner for many days, quickly searched among the parents, and then threw herself into Wei Wanyang's arms impatiently.

"Mom! I miss you so much!"

"Mom misses you too."

"Today, the teacher assigned homework, which is to complete a watercolor painting with the parents. Mom, let's go to McDonald's, shall we?"

When encountering this kind of situation before, Wei Wanyang was busy with work and couldn't go home to cook. The mother and son went to a nearby fast food restaurant to finish their homework while eating fried chicken without delay.

"Okay, I'll listen to you! Let's go."

Wei Xiaole consciously climbed into the back seat and habitually sat on the safety seat.

Wei Wanyang fastened the belt for him before getting into the driver's seat.

"Mom, I'm going to the house with the Buzz Lightyear keychain over the pine nut hole!"

"OK, sit still."

……

Just as Wei Wanyang picked up the little guy, Song Qian followed.

"Teacher, where's Wei Xiaole?"

"Ah? Just picked up by his mother, don't you know?"

Song Qian gritted his teeth, his face sank like water.

If it wasn't for the traffic accident and road closure on the way here, the driver had to take a detour, thus wasting time, he would have picked up his son long ago, and Wei Wanyang would never have taken advantage of it.

"hateful!"

"Father Xiaole, you..."

"It's all right." After Song Qian finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the car.

The secretary saw that his face was not right, and he didn't see the young master, so he didn't dare to speak rashly.

Song Qian took out his mobile phone and dialed Wei Wanyang.

After only two rings, he was hung up. He called back angrily, but was hung up again.

"That woman...is very nice!"

The secretary was startled, as if he had discovered some great secret.

You know, the little son's mother has never been exposed, even her personal secretary doesn't know, it can be described as extremely mysterious.

……

"Mom, your phone is ringing." Wei Xiaole held the hamburger in one hand and the Coke cup in the other.

Wei Wanyang just glanced at it, then pressed it down.

"Who?"

"Scam call, don't worry about it."

"Oh." Continuing to eat the hamburger, Song Qian, his father, had long been forgotten.

At seven o'clock, night fell and the lights came on.

Not only is Wei Xiaole full of food and drink, but also the task assigned by the teacher has been completed, and he feels very happy.

Wei Wanyang didn't need to greet him at all, so he consciously climbed to the back seat and sat down.

"Mom, I want to go home."

He was referring to the small apartment where he and Wei Wanyang lived before, not the big villa in Song Qian.

The woman paused with her hand on the steering wheel, and looked into the distance through the windshield, "Song...your dad, how are you?"

"He doesn't know how to make delicious cakes, and the pajamas he chose are also ugly, and he often makes me wear some weird clothes called swallowtails..."

"Silly son, that's called a tuxedo." He shook his head and laughed.

"That's right, that's it! He also said that if you want to be a gentleman, you must wear it. You also want to enroll me in a cram school... It's so annoying!"

Wei Wanyang listened quietly, with a smile on her lips.

From the mirror, you can just see the little guy complaining. Of course, she knows that this kind of complaint does not mean that the little guy really hates Song Qian. Otherwise, he wouldn't even mention it. How could it be possible? Chatting so much?
really--

"Although he is very annoying and annoying, and he doesn't allow me to call you, he can ask Mao Cheng's mother to apologize, and he will stand in the first row to pick me up after school."

The woman's heart sank suddenly, inexplicably sour.

"However," the little boy pursed his lips, and suddenly smiled, "In my heart, no one can compare to my mother. Mom is the best, the best in the world!"

Heaven and hell, but also in this moment.

"Good son!" Wei Wanyang smiled into his eyes, and the sweetness hit his heart directly.

"Then when will you be able to take me home?" The little boy blinked his eyes wide.

"Go! Go first and go back!"

"Great!"

Back in the familiar apartment, Wei Xiaole went straight to the room.

"Stop! You can't go in until mom cleans it up, it's full of dust."

"Oh." Obediently stood up, but his eyes drifted in that direction, his toy...

"Go and sit on the sofa for a while."

Wei Xiaole obediently walked over, took off his shoes, took out another tablet, and started playing games.

Wei Wanyang changed into her home clothes, put on an apron, and started cleaning.

After a while, the phone rang.

It was placed on the glass coffee table in front of Wei Xiaole, he picked it up, glanced at it, and found that he didn't recognize the two words on the screen.

"Mom, call!"

"..."

"mom--"

Still no response.

He put on his shoes and was about to take it to the bedroom, but accidentally swiped across the screen and connected directly.

"Wei Wanyang, I warn you not to go too far! Believe it or not..."

"dad?"

There was a pause, as if adjusting her breathing: "... Xiaole, where are you?"

"Home."

"The nanny said you didn't go back at all."

"Idiot, I'm at my mother's house!"

"..."

In the end, Song Qian hurriedly ended the call by saying "wait".

Holding the phone, the little boy felt baffled.

"Lele, who are you talking on the phone with?" Wei Wanyang just came out of the room at that moment, holding a wet rag in his hand.

"He called by himself. I called you, but you didn't hear me. I accidentally picked it up..."

"He?" The woman raised her eyebrows.

"Well, Dad."

Wei Wanyang couldn't help but wryly smiled, he should come, but he couldn't hide.

"Mom, did I... did I get into trouble?"

"No." She smiled softly, "The room is cleaned, you can go and play."

"Okay!" The little guy slid away and disappeared.

Wei Wanyang made a glass of milk and brought it in, "No waste, you must drink it up, you know?"

"……Oh."

After cleaning the living room and kitchen, the knock on the door finally sounded.

Wei Wanyang actually gave birth to a kind of calmness after the dust had settled, but calmed down instead.

She took off her apron calmly, washed her hands with hand sanitizer, and finally opened the door.

At this time, Song Qian was already on the verge of breaking out, and his face was frighteningly cold.

"Is it fun? Hang up on me and disappear with my son."

The woman chuckled: "I hung up the phone because I knew that your dog couldn't spit out ivory. As for disappearing, it doesn't count, right? I told you very clearly before, today I will pick up my son from school."

"Wei Wanyang, I didn't agree!"

"I am the child's mother, I want to see the child, and I still need you to nod? A joke!"

"It's true that you are the child's mother, but the custody of the child is now in my hands. Whether it's a meeting or anything else, as long as it has anything to do with Xiaole, I must get my consent. Back then, everything was written in black and white, and you If you signed it, you won’t forget it so quickly, right?”

"Shut up! Do you still have the face to mention it?"

Song Qian sneered, closed the door with his backhand, and approached step by step, "Why do I have no face?"

"If you didn't use despicable means to threaten and intimidate, I wouldn't..."

"It can only show that you are weak! Isn't it? If you just got it, you won't lose the custody of your son." The man's eyes were cold and expressionless.

Wei Wanyang trembled with anger, "You bastard!"

"Oh. You have scolded this sentence many times, but unfortunately, it has no effect."

"Song Qian, what qualifications do you have to snatch Xiaole away? Are you still humiliating me confidently now? In the past five years, have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a father for a day? You are not as good as a beast if you don't raise it!"

The man turned back and pushed her against the wall, punched her hard into the woman's ear, his eyes spit fire, and he gritted his teeth: "Why do you accuse me? I don't even know Xiaole exists, so how can I do my duty? Wei Wanyang, you are hateful !"

"Tell you, and let you strangle him?"

The man's eyes tightened suddenly: "Since you know, why did you give birth to him?"

"Xiao Le is my son. It doesn't matter whether his father is Zhang San or Li Si."

"you!"

"Song Qian, what you provided back then was just a sperm, but I conceived in October and raised him for five years. If you still have a little conscience, you shouldn't take Xiaole away!"

"Conscience? Huh..." The man's eyes flashed sarcasm, "When you betrayed me five years ago, why didn't you talk about your conscience?"

The woman turned her head away, tears welling up in her eyes, but in the next second, she was forcefully straightened by the man, and she was forced to meet his eyes.

Song Qian: "Wei Wanyang, listen carefully, Xiaole is my son, and it's only natural that I want him back. As for you, don't even think about seeing him again in the future."

"Song Qian! You bastard!"

"I will never let my son have a mother who is dishonest and dishonest!"

"You spitting blood—"

Song Qian suddenly approached her, sniffed her mouth, and immediately revealed a look of disgust, "Smoking and drinking, what else do you not know?"

The woman's eyes flashed.

She was so angry by Shen Hou, she went to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette before leaving the Huibin building, but after she smoked, she washed it with mouthwash and chewed gum, unexpectedly...

"Oh, you will also open a brothel as a procuress, looking for profitable patrons for your starlets."

Snapped--

There was a crisp sound, and the air was suddenly quiet.

"Song Qian, you, shameless!"

The man turned his head, the temperature in his eyes dropped to the lowest level, as if frost had condensed, "You should be lucky, I don't hit women."

After speaking, he shook off the woman's hand and strode towards the bedroom.

Wei Wanyang's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed to the front, blocking the man's way: "What do you want to do?!"

"Take Xiaole away."

"No, you'll scare him like this."

"That's better than following your nasty mother!"

"Song Qian, if you dare to hurt even a single hair of Xiaole today, I will fight with you!" The impulsive man had lost his mind, and she dared not gamble with her son.

"Desperate?" Looking her up and down, Song Qian's eyes showed a layer of unconcealed contempt, "Look at your current appearance, what are you fighting for with me? Your crumbling studio is still your "golden agent" Who's identity? I know that you have been looking for a suitable entertainment company, intending to backdoor through acquisitions to expand the scale of operations, and I also know that you have taken a fancy to Feiyang Entertainment, and now you are in the wait-and-see stage, hesitating whether to make a move."

Wei Wanyang looked surprised.

Song Qian admired her panic at the moment, and was in a good mood: "You want to ask me how I know?"

"..."

"I'm telling you, Wei Wanyang, don't do anything to escape my eyes! I will keep staring at you, leaving you with nowhere to go!"

After finishing speaking, he walked around her and walked into the bedroom.

"Wei Xiaole, let's go!"

"I don't..." The young boy shook his head vigorously while holding the toy, "I want to live with my mother."

Song Qian was so angry that his liver hurt, "Will you go or not?!"

"Why are you fierce? You lost your temper at me, and you yelled at a child, are you proud?" Wei Wanyang rushed in, protecting his son like an old hen.

"Wow wow - Mom, I won't go! I don't want to live with him!"

When the child cried, Wei Wanyang's heart was broken.

But Song Qian didn't show any compassion or intolerance, he just pushed the woman away, carried his son on his shoulders, and strode away.

Wei Xiaole cried and struggled: "Put me down... Woooo... You big villain... Song Qian! Big villain!"

"Shut up! I'm your father!"

"You are not my father...you are so bad, so fierce...I don't want you to be my father..."

"Boy, this is not up to you!"

boom!
A door cut off all sound, Wei Wanyang slumped on the ground, covering her face and weeping bitterly.

Xiaole, I'm sorry...

Mom is sorry for you!

That night.

There was an earth-shattering cry from the villa.

"Wei Xiaole, shut up! Don't cry!"

After a choke, it got worse, "Woooooo...I want my mother..."

Song Qian sat on the sofa, his head was about to explode.

"What's so good about that woman? Did you know she—"

"I don't allow you to speak ill of my mother!" As he said, he rushed forward like a small cannonball, punching and kicking Song Qian.

The strength of a child is neither big nor small.

Especially when the little thing was ruthless, Song Qian finally knew why he sent a classmate who was twice his size into the infirmary.

This is an unfamiliar wolf cub!

"Wei Xiaole, let me warn you one last time, don't cry, stop!"

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

In a rage, Song Qian raised his right hand high, intending to slap him.

Instead of hiding, Wei Xiaole moved his face closer with his thick neck, "Hit it! Hit it! Anyway, you're not my father! You don't love me!"

Song Qian's hands froze in the air, trembling faintly.

The nanny rushed up and held the child in her arms, "Lele don't cry, don't cry..."

Then, he looked timidly at Song Qian, but with persistence and bravery: "Sir, Lele is still so young, how can you be violent? What can't be said between father and son? It must come to this point... ..."

"Forget it, you can take him up." Song Qian leaned back on the sofa limply.

While coaxing softly, the nanny hugged the child and left, like hiding from a scourge.

Song Qian rubbed his temples, more and more convinced that this child was taught badly by Wei Wanyang, so he was as stubborn and ass as he is now, rebellious all over!

He swore that from now on, he would never let that woman get close to his son easily again!

Meanwhile, in the small apartment.

In the dark living room, a figure sat motionless on the sofa, sitting quietly like a statue.

(End of this chapter)