Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 358 The Scorpion on the Right Face (3)

In the elevator, Beiming Haoting stared at them quietly, his thin cold lips were pursed into a straight line, he moved his lips, hesitant to speak.

Yan Chuyan picked up little Ivan and quickly walked into the elevator, only to breathe a sigh of relief. Her red eyes fixedly stared at the man wearing sunglasses in front of her, while unconsciously blowing her hands on the little bun in her arms.

"Okay, Mama, let me down, I don't feel any pain anymore." Little Ivan shrank his hand, turned his dark eyes, stared at Yan Chuyan and said crisply.

Hearing this, Yan Chuyan put down the little bun, held him with one hand, and kept her eyes fixed on Beiming Haoting.

Why is he wearing a cap and sunglasses, is he injured?
Why don't you recognize her?
He...wasn't like this before.

That arrogant, narcissistic, childish and clingy Elvis Presley...

Never come back again?
Yan Chuyan stared at him blankly, struggled hard in her heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help reaching out to take off his peaked cap.

Suddenly, Beiming Haoting's body trembled, his sharp-edged handsome face was tinged with sullenness, and a pair of cold blue eyes stared straight at her through the sunglasses.

"Give it back to me!" He roared in a low voice, stretching out his big hand to snatch the black peaked cap back.

Yan Chuyan took a step back, tugged her peaked cap tightly behind her back, and stared at his fair and handsome face with wide eyes in astonishment.

Under the sunglasses, she couldn't see his deep blue eyes. A dark scorpion was embedded in his skin, terrifying and bloodthirsty.

The tall nose still exudes arrogance and air, and the thin crimson lips are tightly pursed into an unpleasant arc.

"Give me back the hat!" Beiming Haoting was stiff, standing there motionless, roaring in a low voice.

Little Ivan was so frightened that he tugged at Yan Chuyan's sleeve with his red and swollen hands, and said timidly, "Ma Ma, he's so fierce. Let's go home, shall we? Ivan doesn't want papa anymore."

"Don't be afraid." Yan Chuyan comforted him by rubbing his head.

Instead, she raised her wet red eyes and stared at Beiming Haoting, her voice trembling slightly: "Is this why you left me?"

She pointed to the scorpion on his right cheek, her fingertips trembling.

"Beiming Haoting, I have been waiting for you for four years. Our child died. At that time, there was no news from you. I ran out of the hospital and looked for you all over the street like a crazy person. I had a high fever. Xiao Yixun repeatedly Pulled me back from the gate of hell once, and then I tried to forget you. I thought that after a long time, my feelings for you would fade, but four years, four years, I have not stopped missing you a day, you let me wait , I waited, but what about you?"

The elevator slowly stopped on the first floor, Yan Chuyan leaned against the wall weakly, his body limp.

Little Ivan came over to hold her hand, his watery black eyes gleamed with innocence: "Mama, he doesn't seem to hear what you said..."

Hearing this, Yan Chuyan's heart sank, and she pressed little Ivan's shoulders in disbelief, with an excited expression: "What did you say? Say it again."

"Papa can't hear what you said." Ivan's immature childish voice came out from his thin lips.

Only then did Yan Chuyan understand why Beiming Haoting was so silent towards her.

So...he couldn't hear...

Beiming Haoting turned his head and glanced at their mother and son, then stepped out of the elevator.

Yan Chuyan led little Ivan to follow his pace closely.

Under the tower, a luxurious Lamborghini was parked on the side of the road, the windows of the car lowered slowly.

James in the driver's seat poked his face out and said to Beiming Haoting, "Master, it's OK."

After finishing speaking, he got out of the car, walked up to Yan Chuyan respectfully, and said politely, "Miss Yan, this is... young master, come on, please get in the car."

(End of this chapter)