"Han Han, have you got any injuries?" As soon as Yan Chengchi's car drove out of the villa, An Chenxu immediately sat up from the ground, and nervously checked the little guy in his arms.

At this moment, An Chenxu discovered that the usually eccentric little guy had just cooperated quietly.

Han Han lifted his head from his arms, squeezed a small face exactly like Yan Chengchi, bit his lips, crawled out of his chest, puffed his cheeks, and sat aside, as if he was angry with someone.

Big black eyes staring straight at the direction of Yan Chengchi's car leaving.

After a while, he said dullly, "Xiao Yueyue is crying, I don't like Dad, he will only bully Xiao Yueyue!"

father……

These two words shocked An Chenxu, staring down at the little one in shock.

In my mind, a white light flashed quickly.

He was startled slightly, his thin lips moved, "Just now, did you see Yan Chengchi a long time ago, so you deliberately called Xiao Yueyue's mother?"

"..." The little guy turned around, his eyes fell to the place where Yan Chengchi had parked just now, and the obsidian Zitong was disgusted.

He pressed his small mouth tightly and refused to speak.

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In the villa.

Xia Changyue was pulled hard by Yan Chengchi, all the way from the car to the study.

He was full of public hostility, with the enchantment that swept everything, kicking up the door heavily.

Pushing Xia Changyue onto the sofa, turning around, swept everything on the desk to the ground.

"boom--"

"Bang Bang—"

"Boom, boom—"

In the study, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground continued to be heard, from the furnishings on the desks, the vases on the shelves, and even the books on the shelves... all were spared.

In just half an hour, only a mess was left in the huge study.

The floor is full of broken objects.

Yan Chengchi propped his hands on the wall, his stern face was covered with dark birds of prey, and his sturdy chest was violently exercised, and the buttons of his shirt popped one by one.

Sweat dripped from his angular profile face, drop by drop on his feet.

Mixed with the blood from the palm of the hand, it is like a unique blood ink painting...

Han Han...

Their son is called Han Han, vast as the sea, what a nice name.

Brother Han in her phone turned out to mean this.

From beginning to end, only he was kept in the dark.

"Yan Chengchi, are you very jealous of me? You never get what you want, but I easily have it." An Chenxu's words seemed to ring in his ears again.

He is jealous, and the jealous will go crazy!

Yan Chengchi's eyes slowly condensed a deep magical charm, dyeing the dark pupils red.

After only a brief silence, he kicked the only complete desk left in the study.

Crazy, desperate...

Xia Changyue squatted by the door, her petite body curled up into a ball, watching Yan Chengchi who was out of control and frantic, tears constantly pouring from her eyes.

Seeing the blood from the back of his hand, her pupil tightened.

As if stimulated by something, she rushed forward and firmly held his hand, "Yan Chengchi, your hand is bleeding, don't smash it again."

She choked, every word was broken.

"Do not touch me!"

Yan Chengchi's eyes were red, and he glared at her fiercely, waving his hand vigorously, as if he had got something dirty.

Xia Changyue was unstable, and fell heavily on the ground.

His son's pupil squinted, and his tall body stepped forward, slowly lowering his head, one step away from her.