[Today, someone in the backstage of Amber sent me a private message, saying that they were willing to spend 5,000 to buy the baking clothes that I have worn, and the original ones that have not been washed... What's wrong? 】

I saw that he stopped talking, bowed his head and continued to eat porridge.

During the period, I could feel that he was looking at me all the time, he seemed to be hesitating, and seemed to be thinking.

"Why let Xiangping go up the mountain?"

My hand holding the spoon paused in the air, and after a while, I resumed the movement as if nothing had happened.

"Not next time."

The right hand with the fractured bone rested on the quilt, and the fingertips were unconsciously closed and relaxed. Maybe being with Song Bailao made me a little nervous, or maybe the quiet environment always makes people think wildly. Suddenly, without warning, a jellyfish at a loss appeared in my mind. Floating in.

"No matter what fantasies you had about him before, it turns out that he is indeed hopeless and unrepentant."

No matter what he says, I will take it all: "Yes, I am indeed too naive, this matter is very inaccurate, and lawyer Wu has criticized me. Before the lawsuit is over, I must not I will see anyone related to Xu Meiren again, don't worry."

I have a good attitude when I admit my mistake. He has a temper, but he doesn't have a place to lose his temper.

I almost finished eating, I put down the spoon, and seeing that he didn't want to leave, I had to break the silence and ask about the chaos of yesterday.

"How was yesterday?"

Song Bailao supported his head with one hand, and tapped the armrest of the sofa with the tip of the other finger regularly: "The drama begins and the farce ends. The matter is too big, and there are all rich and powerful people present, and everyone does not want this to happen. The matter is known to the world, and it has been completely suppressed."

Influenced by pheromones, uncontrollable estrus, shameless chasing and biting, absurd and jaw-dropping, it is indeed a complete farce.

"Then... have you found out how the beta got in?"

The security of the site is so tight, I once thought that a suspicious fly would not want to fly in, but not only was the defense line broken, but such a bad thing happened. It is conceivable that the organizers will have a lot of headaches, and I don't know whether this year's reception will be a dead end.

A sneer appeared on Song Bailao's lips: "It is said that he entered through the back kitchen, an extreme beta supremacist. People have caught it, this incident will not cause any waves in society, but he It is very likely that he will spend the rest of his life in prison."

beta first…

Looking at ancient and modern China and abroad, although it is inevitable to go to extremes and cause confrontation to fight for the rights you deserve, this kind of behavior should not be based on harm to others.

beta is neither low nor noble, just like alpha and omega, they are both born human and cannot help themselves.

The venue was so chaotic yesterday, I don't know how many people suffered like me, I asked Song Bailao vaguely, he didn't say anything else, just said that Luo Qinghe and Zhu Yunsheng were all fine.

Zhu Yun is like a human being, walking fast, Zhu Li is not too much, and she is also agitated, I am not surprised that they are all right. Luo Qinghe, as a marked alpha, even if his partner dies, the marking is still valid and will not be affected by other omega pheromones. I am not surprised that he is fine.

"How about the alpha yesterday...the one you coughed...about?" Since all the rich and powerful were present, the alpha who was beaten to the core by Song Bailao yesterday was naturally not the same. Irrelevant ordinary people. Although there is a reason for the incident, it is also troublesome for the other party to pursue it.

Song Bailao stopped his fingertips when he heard the words, and squinted his eyes: "What did you ask him?"

I'm afraid he will be killed by you.

"I think he's badly hurt..."

"Dead."

I was startled, looked at him for a moment, and raised my voice: "Dead?!" I was overwhelmed and clenched the quilt under my palm tightly with my fingers, "Then what should I do? Will the police ...will they come and catch you?"

How can Song Bailao act bravely in this matter? The fault lies with the mastermind who caused this incident. Even if he accidentally kills someone, he... he shouldn't be held legally responsible, right?

Song Bailao looked calm: "Are you worried about me?"

"After all, you are here to save me..." I was very confused, one moment was the picture of Song Bailao wearing shackles, and the other was me and Song Mo looking at him through the barred window, "I'll go Testify, you are unintentional, and it is inevitable that you will not be able to control your strength in that case... They, they will definitely not embarrass you."

Song Bailao stared at me for a long time without speaking, his eyes were full of interest, and the smile on his lips became unclear.

"Lied to you."

Like an old computer, after a series of overloaded operations, the amount of information has already made me a little unable to react, and I heard Song Bailao lightly spit out these three One word, I'm on the hook.

"The man is not dead, he just has a few broken ribs and needs to rest for a few months. I have sent the condolences as soon as possible, the police will not arrest me, and you don't have to be a widow, so don't worry." He said lightly, with a cheerful expression on his face, "I should have photographed you just now, it's really funny."

Recognizing that it was all just his open-mouthed joke, I tightened my fingers and felt suffocated.

I don't need him to tell me how much I look like a fool when I believed everything just now.

"It's fine." I lowered my eyes, trying to make a look that I didn't take it seriously, but I curled the corners of my lips a few times, the smile was trembling and I couldn't hang it, and finally I gave up .

After a while of silence, Song Bailao suddenly said impatiently: "You laugh..."

Just before he could say more, Sister-in-law Jiu knocked on the door and came in, saying that she had coaxed Song Mo to sleep, and helped me remove the table and bowl.

My stomach is full, and my drowsiness comes up again. I slumped into the soft quilt and yawned.

Song Bailao stood up and said, "You rest."

After that, she left with Sister Nine.

Song Bailao went up the mountain for some reason. Three or four days a week was spent on the mountain.

The anger of the previous Cold War was stirred up by that little pheromone, and it seemed that he was finally able to vent.

On this day, Liang Qiuyang said he wanted to see me.

At first, he saw me and suddenly stopped the live broadcast. He was concerned that I called to ask about my situation. After knowing that I had fractured Xiangping's bone, he shouted to see me.

I said that I was fine, I would do whatever I wanted, so he didn't use it, but he got angry and said I didn't hide anything from him and didn't treat him as a friend. I was at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond to him. He seized the opportunity and said, "I'll see you in the afternoon." Then he hung up the phone without giving me any chance to say no more.

I looked at the screen of my phone and sighed, happy and worried. I'm glad to meet my long-lost friend, and I'm worried... Song Bailao will come back suddenly.

In June, I don't feel that the air conditioner is on at home, but it is already hot outside.

Through the window, I saw Song Mo coming back from outside the house, followed by the accompanying servants, took out the watermelon juice squeezed in the morning from the refrigerator, poured it into a small cartoon cup, and inserted a straw Welcome to the door.

As soon as Song Mo entered the door and saw me, his eyes were like stars, and he walked towards me with a face full of joy, but he didn't know what to think, suddenly the stars dimmed, and his footsteps stopped. Slow down.

He walked up to me, held the cup I gave him, looked up at me and gave me a very polite smile.

"Thank you mom."

He has always been like this these few days, no longer acting like a spoiled child, and no longer always arguing for me to accompany him out. He became more sensible and well-behaved, not by nature, but by restraint.

I took him to the sofa and sat down, seeing the sweat on his forehead and neck, and asked the servant to get a towel.

"Momo, why haven't you acted like a spoiled child recently? Did your father scold you?"

Song Mo sipped the watermelon juice, spit out the straw after hearing this, clasped the wall of the cup a little uneasily, and shook his head.

I took the wet towel from the servant and wiped his face for him.

"Why?"

Song Mo didn't speak for a while, I waited for two minutes, and before he could speak, I was about to ask again, when I heard the drooping child use a pitiful, light and thin expression The voice said: "I'm not good, you don't like me anymore."

I was stunned for a while, but I realized that his restraint these days was all because of my unintentional mistakes that day, and a burst of grief suddenly appeared in my heart.

"No, I won't dislike you."

He is a sensitive child, I must have made him uncomfortable when I said that that day.

Song Mo raised his eyes and looked at me expectantly: "Really?"

I nodded vigorously and said with a smile: "Really, I... Mom will never dislike Momo, so Momo can act coquettishly at me, or let me hang out with you, Just like before."

Song Mo's eyes turned red all of a sudden, as if he was happy, and like the boulder that had been in his heart for a long time was finally broken.

"I'll always love Mommy too!" He threw himself into my arms and even started to cry, intermittently, not violently, but very distressing.

I had to pat him on the back and coax him in a low voice: "It's alright, don't cry baby, your crying mother's heart will break."

He cried for a while, and he was tired from playing outside. Now his mind was relieved. I coaxed him lightly again, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

He lay on his back in my arms, and I took the small cup away and put it on the coffee table. The skin on his face was a little reddish from the sun, and he slept sweetly with his mouth open.

Liang Qiuyang saw such a scene when he entered the door. He was wearing a black T with an exaggerated skull pattern, and the bite-proof collar around his neck was a bright red heart in the center.

He took off his sunglasses and raised his eyebrows: "Yo, how about coaxing the child?"

I put a finger to my lips to make him lighter.

He crept down beside me and looked at Song Mo in my arms: "It's said that a stepmother is difficult, how can I see you being so relaxed and comfortable?" His facial features, he clicked his tongue, "This little a has grown up tremendously, how many people have to live and die for their lives and brains!"

I glanced at him: "Why is it so bloody, can't it be calm and smooth?"

Liang Qiuyang was shocked and slapped his mouth lightly: "Bah, I slap my mouth."

Sister Jiu brought fragrant and smooth iced coffee to the guests, took the sleeping Song Mo from me, and brought it upstairs.

Now, Liang Qiuyang and I can finally speak loudly.

Come.

I didn't want to keep talking about my bad things, I retracted my hand and said: "He broke two ribs, and I didn't suffer. By the way, I received your album, it sounds very good." I I haven't seen him for a long time. Except for his big debut, I don't know if he has been doing well recently.

Liang Qiuyang sneered: "Of course, you don't see who sang it. I also wrote a song about you, have you heard it?"

I listened, I listened with Song Bailao.

I saw him "seeking praise", I swallowed the words that came to my lips, nodded and said: "Well, I heard it, it sounds very good. I also went to the Internet to search Everyone's evaluation of this album is to praise you, it seems that you are indeed suitable for this bowl of rice."

Liang Qiuyang was moved: "Did Wei Niang ever say that I love your sincerity?"

No, I only said that I loved my virtuousness when I was tidying up the room, and also said that I loved my good craftsmanship when I was making cakes, and also said that I loved my good temper. Can eat spicy, some of these are not.

I was about to make fun of him when I suddenly heard a low male voice that made me stiff.

"A guest?"

As soon as I turned around, I saw Song Bailao holding his coat in his hands, standing at the entrance of the living room with no expression on his face. He looked here silently, not knowing when he came back.