Chapter 336 The battle for the son, the 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's anger 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 came out.

  Wei Xiaole changed from his steady and reserved manner for many days, quickly searched among the parents, and then threw himself 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, shall we go to McDonald's?"

  In this 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 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."

  …

   Wei Wanyang had just picked up the little guy on his front foot, and Song Qian followed him on his back foot.

   "Teacher, where's Wei Xiaole?"

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

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

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

   "Damn it!"

   "Father Xiaole, you..."

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

  The secretary saw that his expression was wrong, 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 wonderful!"

  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 is it?"

   "Scam call, don't worry about it."

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

   Seven o'clock, night falls and the lights come on.

  Wei Xiaole is not only full of food and drink, but also completes the task assigned by the teacher, and he feels very happy.

   There was no need for Wei Wanyang to greet him, so he consciously climbed to the back seat and sat down.

   "Mom, I want to go home."

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

  The woman paused with her hands on the steering wheel, and cast her eyes 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 chooses 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 his 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?

   Sure enough—

   "Although he is very annoying and annoying, and I am not allowed to call you, he can make Mao Cheng's mother 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.

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

   "Go! Go back first!"

"Great!"

  Back to 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." He stood obediently, but his eyes drifted in that direction, his toy...

   "Go 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, took a look, and found that he didn't recognize the two words on the screen.

   "Mom, phone!"

   "..."

"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."

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

   "..."

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

  The little boy was holding the phone, feeling 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 answered..."

   "Him?" The woman raised her eyebrows.

   "Well, Dad."

  Wei Wanyang couldn't help but smile wryly, it's time to come, but I can't hide it.

   "Mom, 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 soaked 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 when 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 smiled lightly: "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? 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?"

  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 intimidation, 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!"

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

   "Song Qian, what qualifications do you have to **** Xiaole away? Are you still humiliating me confidently now? In the past five years, have you fulfilled the responsibility of being 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 Xiao Le's existence, so how can I do my duty? Wei Wanyang, you Damn!"

   "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. As for whether his father is Zhang San or Li Si, it doesn't matter."

"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 conscience, you shouldn't take Xiaole away!"

   "Conscience? Huh..." The man's eyes flashed a sneer, "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 is only natural for me to bring 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 approached her suddenly, sniffed her mouth, and immediately showed disgust, "Smoking and drinking, what else do you not know?"

  The woman's eyes flashed.

  She was so angry that she went to the bathroom to smoke a cigarette before leaving the Huibin building. However, she washed it with mouthwash after smoking and chewed gum. Unexpectedly...

   "Oh, you will also act as a procuress and open a brothel, 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 formed, "You should be lucky, I don't hit women."

   After finishing 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 will 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 already 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 undisguised contempt, "Look at your current appearance, what are you fighting for with me? Your crumbling studio is still your "golden agent" The identity of the person? I know that you have been looking for a suitable entertainment company, intending to use acquisitions as a backdoor 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 shocked.

  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, and let you have 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 her 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 am 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 beyond your control!"

boom!

  A door cut off all sound, Wei Wanyang slid on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

  Xiao Le, I'm sorry...

   Mom, I'm sorry!

That night.

   There was an earth-shattering howl in 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.

  Children's strength 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 weakly.

  The nanny coaxed the child away while holding the child, like hiding from a scourge.

  Song Qian rubbed his temples, and became more and more convinced that this child was taught badly by Wei Wanyang, so he was as stubborn and assy 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!

   Meanwhile, in the small apartment.

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

  (end of this chapter)