Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Wang Yuexiang was not assured, but she followed up, "Beibei, what did you do to make your father angry?"

Beibei shook his head, "I don't know."

After returning to Wang Yuexiang, he looked at Ming Ansheng again and had already gone a long way. He quickly trot to catch up.

Father and son went upstairs one by one.

Going up to the second floor, turning, hit a tall figure head-on.

Ming Anyu saw Ming Ansheng with a cold face and greeted him with a smile, "Ansheng you are back."

Ming Ansheng bent her lips, looked at Ming Ansheng, and smiled meaningfully. "Brother has been very diligent recently."

Ming An Sheng chuckled. "Come back and laugh, you want to laugh."

"That is, take good care and smile, don't forget about some useless." Ming Ansheng said coldly to Ming Ansheng, no, it should be said to be a warning.

Then he walked to the study door two or three steps, opened the door, and entered the study without looking back.

"An Sheng ..." Ming Anyu looked at the study door with a pale face.

Suddenly, Ming Ansheng's voice came from the study again, "North, don't come in yet."

"Oh." Beibei answered, and then stomped his feet, smirked into Ming Anyu's ear, whispered, "Uncle, my dad is holding a gun, you still don't talk to him."

When Ming Anyu looked back, he looked back and looked at Beibei, with a gentle smile on his face, "He's that temper. If you say something serious, it's all for you. Don't go in your heart. . "

Bei Bei laughed, "I know, he is my father, scolding me for loving me."

Ming Anyu froze again. He stared at Beibei's small face, and he was utterly confused.

"Uncle?" Beibei looked up at Ming Anyu, blinking confusedly.

Ming Anyu looked back, a little panicked, his eyes dodged, and then shook his head at Beibei, "Oh, nothing, you go."

"Um." Beibei nodded, and immediately went into Ming Ansheng's study.

In the study, Ming Ansheng was sitting on a spacious and comfortable office chair, the computer in front was turned on, and his slender fingers were holding a lighted cigarette.

Beibei closed the door, and then walked to Ming Ansheng and asked with a smile: "Dad, why did you smoke again? Ms. Xiao Qiao's mother?"

Ming An Shengjun's face was brushed black like the bottom of a pot, and he yelled at the hippie smiling boy who came towards him: "Ming Beichen, be serious."

"Oh ..." Beibei immediately pulled away the smile on his face, stopped and immediately looked like a child who had made a mistake.

"This baby!" Ming Ansheng leaned lazily on his chair, and spit out three words lazily in his mouth.

Beibei trembled with a small hand near his leg. He looked at Ming Ansheng and asked with a frown, "Are you unhappy?"

Load! A little fart who was less than nine years old even learned to pretend.

Ming An Sheng was furious. "Your boy dared to sneak my computer at home."

Beibei's neck narrowed, his mouth muttered, and he muttered quietly, "I have no secret."

"Don't admit it?" Ming Ansheng was even more angry.

Do n’t admit it.

Beibei raised his head, frowned, and said in a grievance, "When I came in, they knew both Grandma and Xiaohua, so I came in with great light."

Ming Ansheng: "..."

He frowned tightly, staring north.

Was this boy's good-looking appearance pretended?