I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 278 The president is sick 02
The man leaned against the wall and smiled lazily, holding the phone in his hand, his eyes were half-downcast lazily, and he glanced at the woman sitting on the sofa who looked a little cramped.

"I'm really sorry, Bai Chuchu is sitting here, please make up a better reason next time, maybe I can still believe it."

He flicked the phone screen lightly with his fingertips and ended the call.

"Song Cheng will come down after a while, you can wait for him here. Um... do you want some fruit?"

"No, no need, I'm just here to take Song Song back."

Bai Chuchu didn't know why, she was a little afraid of this man who was more delicate and beautiful than a woman.

So good-looking that even she is crippled.

At this time, Song Cheng held the hand of a young gentleman and walked down the magnificent spiral staircase of the building.

This man was extremely handsome, and the young lady he was holding in his hand had exactly the same facial features as him, except that he was much more immature.

Seeing Bai Chuchu, Xiao Zhengtai immediately let go of Song Cheng's hand, and rushed over with a smile on his face.

"Mummy!"

"Song Song!"

Bai Chuchu hugged his small body that was rushing towards him, and patted the little Zhengtai's head with some reproach, "How can you run around? Do you know that Mommy is worried to death."

Song Cheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were cold, but he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the man leaning on the wall next to him.

Seeing the mobile phone the man was playing with, his face suddenly sank.

"Who allowed you to touch my phone?"

"Someone is calling you, I just answer it for you, and I will return the phone to you."

The man took a few steps forward, bent down and put the phone on the long glass table in the hall.

"Someone calling me? Who?"

Song Cheng picked up the phone and asked casually.

"The other party said that Bai Chuchu is in their hands, and they want you to redeem him with 1000 million."

"This kind of lie is too ridiculous, does he think that I, Song Cheng, are a fool?"

Song Cheng sneered, unlocked the screen lock, blocked the number and deleted the call history.

Putting the phone in his trouser pocket, he warned the man.

"Don't touch my phone in the future, remember your own identity clearly, you are just a drag bottle brought back by my aunt, don't try to inherit the Song family's property."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested."

The man slightly curled his lips into a smile, turned around and walked upstairs.

Bai Chuchu pulled Bai Song to look up and down, said a few more words, and took his hand.

"Song Song, go, Mommy will take you home."

"Goodbye, Daddy!"

Bai Song turned his head, a cute and well-behaved smile filled his face.

Song Cheng looked a little gentler, knelt down and touched Bai Song's head, "Goodbye, Song Song."

He withdrew his hand, stood up and looked at the embarrassed Bai Chuchu with some disdain, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"I have to say, you are very smart, you dare to steal..." Before the words came out, Song Cheng suddenly remembered that his son was beside him, and Song Cheng stopped his mouth in a timely manner.

Five years ago, he was accidentally drugged and fell asleep clearly.

Unexpectedly, this woman fled abroad and gave birth to Bai Song behind his back.

If it wasn't for Bai Song's face, Song Cheng would have wanted to kill her when she found out that Bai Chuchu had secretly given birth to her child.

Not everyone can be the mother of the Song family's children, but it's a pity... Bai Song kissed his mother very much, no matter how unhappy he was, Song Cheng had to endure it.

Song Cheng didn't want to say something bad in front of the child, but Bai Chuchu wasn't that good at observing words and expressions.

When she heard Song Cheng's disdainful tone, her heart was about to explode!

　Make up for yesterday's million changes, OK, make up~
　　This is the first time Xiaohong appeared on the stage. In the past, Xiaohong was usually released after half of the word count.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)