[Everyone likes a good kid, but a bad kid doesn't mean no one loves them. 】

The next morning, when I woke up, Song Bailao was nowhere to be seen.

washed up and went downstairs to see him and Song Mo eating at the table.

"I thought it would take a while for you to get up." Sister Jiu saw me coming down, and put the tableware in the place I used to sit.

There are seven or eight kinds of dim sum and a pot of fresh vegetable porridge on the table, and in front of Song Bailao is a plate of muffins I made yesterday. He has porridge in his bowl and muffins in his hand, combining Chinese and Western, salty and sweet, and eating very happily.

I pulled the seat and sat down when I heard Song Bailao suddenly say, "You've already eaten."

I thought he was talking to me, but when I sat down and took a look, I found that his fingers were holding the side of the muffin plate and dragging it to him, while Song Mo kept reaching for it. Posture, full of grievances.

"I just ate one..." Song Mo withdrew his hand and looked at the plate of muffins that Song Bailao took away.

"Children, don't eat so many sweets." Song Bailao ignored his son's accusing gaze, finished eating the one in his hand, and picked up a new one from the plate to eat.

"Then why is Dad?"

"Because..." Song Bailao thought for a while, and said nonsense in a serious manner, "My teeth are very good, I'm not afraid of cavities." He deliberately bared his teeth at Song Mo.

It is really white and bright, and it looks particularly strong.

Song Mo was stunned, staring at the other side blankly, not knowing how to refute. His lips twitched a few times, and for a long time he could only utter a pitiful "Oh", then he bowed his head in frustration and went to eat porridge obediently.

After breakfast, Song Bailao wiped his mouth and got up to leave.

"The case between Xia Sheng and Yanhua Century is open today. I may not be able to come back until evening." He adjusted the placket of his clothes and buttoned a suit button around his waist.

I then noticed that he was wearing a very formal dress today, a black shirt and a black suit, with a dark blue striped tie, which matched his height and long legs, and a gibbous waist, not like a company decision-maker , It's a bit like a **** male model who is about to enter the studio to shoot a poster.

"Got it," I said.

He picked up the bite stopper, walked a few steps, then backed back, suddenly leaned over and kissed the end of my eyes near my temples.

I closed my eyes and felt my face get hot.

This kind of non-aggressive intimacy is really new. Obviously we've done everything we should, but those intense physical entanglements are far less exciting than this kiss.

Of course, yesterday was fine...

"Let's go." Song Bailao said, putting on the bite stopper and walking towards the door.

My fingertips rubbed the faintly hot end of my eyes, until his back disappeared from view, I took my eyes back.

There was still a muffin left on the plate, I pushed it towards Song Mo and whispered: "Don't let Dad know, eat quickly."

Song Mo's eyes lit up, and his happy little body twisted up.

The commercial infringement lawsuit between Xia Sheng and the Ruan family is regarded as a major case of the last century. Earlier, as a key figure in this incident, Zhang Shikuan, a former Xia Sheng researcher suspected of stealing confidential technology, has also been "invited to drink tea" in the name of assisting the investigation.

Various media were blocked at the door of the court, and they were broadcasting live.

Before Song Bailao's car stopped, a large number of media rushed forward. The bodyguards roared and told them to step back, but the enthusiastic reporters could not hear them. The moment Song Bailao got out of the car, countless microphones and flashes of lights turned the scene into a press conference for a movie. If there is a red carpet under your feet, it will be more like.

Song Bailao strutted into the court door like a king, while the lawyer beside him greeted the media and said he had no comment.

Not long after they entered, a Maybach came. The media repeated the sprint just now, and rushed to the Maybach like a swarm.

The shaking picture made me feel a little dizzy, I rubbed my forehead, and when I looked at it again, from the crowd, the camera captured a small half of Zhu Li's face.

It was he who represented the Ruan family in today's lawsuit. It seems that Ruan Huaxiong really trusted him.

Zhu Li maintains her consistent style of being close to the people, with a smile of He Xi on her face, like a friendly, gentle, knowledgeable omega.

This is more and more like a red carpet show, it's all about acting.

When the Ruan family also entered the building, the media began to review the case and predict the direction of the incident outside the door.

I listened to it a bit, and I turned off the TV when I felt bored.

Song Bailao came back very late that day. I raised my eyelids and asked him how he was doing. After I finished speaking, my fingers wrapped in the cold outside stroked my forehead.

I dodged in disgust, rubbed against the pillow, and closed my eyes.

Before she fell asleep again, she seemed to hear a low chuckle.

In two more days, Song Xiao was discharged from the hospital.

He was on crutches when he was admitted to the hospital, and when he was discharged from the hospital, he was still on crutches, but one represents pain and the other represents new life, with completely different meanings.

Song Bailao took him to the mountain and checked into a guest room. When he first saw Song Mo when he entered the room, he was almost speechless with excitement.

"He looks like Berlow when he was a kid..."

He wanted to hug Song Mo, but Song Mo was too afraid of life, so he hid behind me and stuck firmly to my leg.

"What are you hiding?" Before I could say anything, Song Bailao carried the man out by his collar, just like carrying a chicken.

He picked up Song Mo, faced Song Xiao, and asked him to call someone.

"Grandpa." Song Mo called out in a soft voice.

Song Mo was slow and introverted, but Song Xiao was someone who could melt the glacier Luo Qinghe, so he didn't take this as a problem at all.

The grandfather and grandson started racing in remote control cars, and their relationship developed rapidly. After half an hour, the yard was full of Song Mo's screams and laughter.

Although the temperature is low, the sun is very good today, it is warm and there is no wind.

I watched a few exciting matches between the two of them. I saw that Song Mo no longer showed fear of life, so I went back with confidence.

Inadvertently, he looked up and saw Song Bailao on the roof of the building with his chin resting on his arm, his upper body lying on the guardrail, and he was staring at a large and a small not far away. There is a little envy in the look of calm, and less jealousy.

I moved in my heart and went straight to the roof.

When he pushed open the small door leading to the rooftop, he heard the movement and turned around and waved to me.

"Come here, you can see clearly here."

I walked over and saw that my field of vision was much wider than the one below. I could see the whole garden, and even the two remote control cars speeding fast in front of the grass could clearly see .

It's almost like a VIP stand.

"Song Mo, this kid is so lucky, there are so many people rushing to love him."

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have believed that Song Bailao said this. So childish.

Like Zhu Li, he never lacks admirers, and there are many people who live and die for him.

He is the one who should be envied and envied.

"You're also very popular when you're studying."

"What they love is my pheromone, my family background, my appearance, not my character." He looked back at me with a smirk, " Do you think I don't know that I have a bad temper? They love only a part of me, not all of me, I know it all." It turns out that he knows all about it, and he is a little self-aware.

I sat beside him, leaned on the guardrail, raised my head and closed my eyes to feel the slight heat from the sun on my skin.

"Uncle Xiao also loves you very much, and it must be the 'all' of you. He actually tried very hard to make up for you, give him a chance?"

Song Bailao didn't say anything for a long time, and I began to beat drums in my heart. As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard him say, "Do you know how Song Mo came from?"

I looked at him, not sure: "You and Xia Yanchi were born?"

"Do you think I covet the Xia family's property, so I have a child with my step-brother?"

I kept my eyes down and didn't dare to speak. I did say so when I was arguing with him.

Last time, Xia Huainan also mentioned Song Mo, and said that he was the bottom line, and that it was "one step back" for the Xia Luo family. At that time, I was completely immersed in the other party's arrogant declaration. In hindsight, this statement was full of strangeness.

"Song Mo is indeed the child of Xia Yanchi and I." The smile on Song Bailao's lips became colder, "Luo Qinghe and Xia Qiao cannot have any more children, the old things of the Luo family and Xia family will be The idea hit the two of us, asking us to have a child with the blood of the two families. I was just a sophomore at the time, and I didn’t think about this absurd proposal. I didn’t even think about rejecting it. There are not many days, I want to leave something in this world, and I agree."

I held my breath, suddenly thinking of Song Bailao's unusually fierce attitude when he received the flash drive sent to him by Xia Qiao. Xia Qiao felt sorry for him, maybe not just because of intervening between Luo Qinghe and Song Xiao.

I remember Song Bailao said at that time: "Do you know what's the most ridiculous thing about this? It's the old guys who locked them in a room more than ten years ago. I think they did something wrong, even Luo Qinghe and Xia Qiao themselves..."

The latter didn't go on, I always thought he wanted to say that even Xia Qiao and Luo Qinghe were numb and accept their fate, and would not resist. But it doesn't seem to be the case now. What he didn't finish later was probably... Lian Xia Qiao and Luo Qinghe, the two former victims, have now become the perpetrators.

I was horrified for a moment, and I sighed that the sun was pleasant not long ago, but now I feel chilly.

Song Bailao cradled between his arms, his voice continued: "I thought that if I didn't agree with this matter, there would be no more following, but I was wrong, it turns out that my wishes are not important. I came home on vacation and was attacked unsuspectingly, forcibly tied to a bed, sedated, and given electric shocks…”

"Shock?"

He twitched the corners of his mouth: "To get sperm."

The estrus against his own will is unbearable in his opinion, let alone such a blatant humiliation. Although he was not at the scene, I can imagine how furious he was when he woke up, fearing that the dragon had crossed the border and destroyed everything in sight.

After encountering my "design", it was only two years ago that he was subjected to the "force" he hated the most. No wonder he always felt worse and more perverted when he met me again.

"I feel like a fish on the chopping block that can only be slaughtered. If it weren't for Xia Yanchi's body that might not be able to bear the mark, maybe we would go back to the old way of our fathers, estrus, mark , and then got married. A year later, Xia Yanchi gave birth to Song Mo, but he died in childbirth. This incident hit Xia Qiao hard, making him unable to work and even suffering from depression."

Poor people must have something to hate. This curse continues from one generation to the next, and everyone is deeply involved in it.

"After graduating from college, I took over Xia Sheng according to the agreement of the two families. When Song Mo was three years old, I never gave him a serious look. He was raised by Xia Qiao, and I rarely went to Looking at him, I don't want to see him. Until I found out that he can't speak, and his personality is also very problematic." He frowned, "How can such a child inherit Xia Sheng? The child they calculated with so much effort, It turned him into a waste. I had a big quarrel with Luo Qinghe, and since then I have brought Song Mo to my side to raise him, and that's how I look like a 'father'."

Counting the time, he also watched my live broadcast and secretly left messages from that time. Afraid that it would be difficult to coax the children, I had to collect various audio stories on the Internet, and accidentally clicked into my live broadcast room. Or feel depressed, express it online, and inadvertently choose my unremarkable live broadcast room among many entertainment anchors.

"Mo Mo has a good personality, don't dislike him so much..." I whispered.

"Good good." Song Bailao said three "good" in a very perfunctory manner.

"I often wonder, if I didn't stay, but left with my mother, wouldn't I have to suffer? He left me and let me receive a better education, Better life, I've never really worried about money for a day, but I live like a stallion on a farm, not free, not happy. He's absent when I need him most, even if he says love now Me, everything is for my own good, and I may not be able to trust him immediately." He suddenly reached out and squeezed my chin and lifted it slightly, at the same time, he leaned over and whispered vaguely, "Just like you..."

Just as he was about to kiss my lips, I saw that the door to the rooftop seemed to move from the corner of my eye, and immediately pushed him away with a quick reaction.

"Ah..." Song Xiao stood at the entrance of the stairs, the door was halfway open, his face embarrassed, "I, I don't know..."

Song Bailao was pushed back against the guardrail by me, his eyebrows slowly raised, and his eyes were unhappy.

Fortunately, her tone was restrained: "Remember to knock on the door next time."

It seems that the bridge of trust is not so easy to build for a while...