he is intoxicated

Seeing Huo Beiyao's call.

Nan Hua let him ring three times before she connected, and asked blankly, "What's the matter?"

"Why did you tamper with the password lock of my house?"

Nan Hua was not surprised.

I know he must have adjusted the surveillance.

She said casually: "I saw that you didn't like it, so I moved."

Huo Beiyao's deep eyes narrowed slightly, "Why can you control the combination lock in my house?"

Nanhua said nonsense seriously: "I am not only talented in design, but also talented in computer hacking. It is too trivial for me to delete fingerprints and passwords. Be careful that one day, I will hack your computer and steal your bank card password. "

Huo Beiyao believed in talent.

Because his late wife, Nanhua, had a talent for design since she was three years old.

So is Yang Yang.

He has been good at drawing since he was two years old. He is only five years old this year, but he has already won several children's painting awards.

As for himself, he has been talented in trading, investing and doing business since he was a child.

After hanging up the phone, he called Xiao Wen.

Ask him to send someone to Sinan Mansion to change a complex combination lock, and notify the company's technical staff to re-encrypt the computer password in his office, and the finance side will also remind him to increase his vigilance.

Whether it is true or not.

Take precautions before they happen.

Drive back to the old house.

Huo Beiyao changed his clothes, and simply packed up a few changes of clothes and toiletries.

Carrying a laptop and a suitcase, he passed by the gate of Yangyang.

He stopped and put down his things.

Push the door and walk in.

Yang Yang was standing at the window, staring out the window with gloomy eyes, eyes that should not be heavy at this age.

Huo Beiyao walked over, stood beside him, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Yang withdrew his gaze, looked up at him, his handsome face was expressionless, "Do you like that woman?"

"Who?"

"A woman who looks like my mother."

Huo Beiyao's heart sank, he put his big hand on his little head, and rubbed it lightly, "She is your mother."

"I found a paternity test in the drawer of the bedside table in your bedroom. The nanny saw it and said that the woman's name is Shen Nanhua, and I have no parent-child relationship with her."

Huo Beiyao paused, "You already knew she wasn't your mother?"

"Ah."

"Are you acting with her?"

Yang Yang didn't answer, his big eyes were foggy, "Did my mother die a long time ago?"

Huo Beiyao's heart ached, and his voice was heavy: "No. Your mother went on a business trip abroad. When Yang Yang grows up, she will come back."

"This is to lie to other children, not to me." Yang Yang's face was tense.

Tears were clearly rolling in the circles of his eyes, but he tried his best not to cry out.

Huo Beiyao couldn't bear to see it.

squat.

Press his head into his arms and hug him.

in silence.

Yang Yang sniffed and asked, "Do you regret it?"

Huo Beiyao hummed under his nose.

"When my mother was alive, why didn't you treat her better?" The immature child's voice carried a strong accusation.

Huo Beiyao was silent for a moment, and said, "This is an adult's business. You are still young and don't understand."

"I don't care about the affairs between you adults, I just know that I don't have a mother anymore." Yang Yang couldn't bear it anymore, pushed Huo Beiyao away and walked out.

The door slammed shut, venting his pent-up anger.

Guilt, self-blame, and regret covered their heads and covered their faces, and they were strung around Huo Beiyao's neck like a rope.

Stretched him out of breath.

He heard a bone deep in his body seemed to be cracked, and something was moaning in pain.

for a long time.

He picked up his mobile phone and called Yan Wu: "Mrs. Lin, I'm not feeling well. I'll go to the hospital to accompany Yan Yan another day."

There was a look of disappointment in Yan Wu's eyes, "Alright, you should rest well, your body is important."

Huo Beiyao went back to his bedroom and turned on his laptop, answered all the emails, and took care of the business that needed to be done.

It was dark.

He drove to Jinzhao drunk.

Make an appointment with Sheng Chuan for a drink.

Drink half.

Sheng Chuan came late.

Entering the house, put down the bag, took off the coat and hung it on the hanger.

He said: "There is a pervert outside, drunk and crazy, pulling a woman's hands and feet. Beast! It's really embarrassing to us men!"

Huo Beiyao's dark and beautiful eyes were slightly drunk, he raised them slightly, and glanced at him, "Stop talking nonsense, sit down and drink."

Sheng Chuan sat down beside him, and suddenly slapped his head, "Why do I feel that woman looks a bit like Shen Nanhua..."

Huo Beiyao's eyes darkened instantly, he stood up abruptly, and strode towards the door.

Sheng Chuan hurriedly followed.

As soon as you go out.

Huo Beiyao saw the woman who looked exactly like his late wife being roughly dragged towards the elevator by a man with a black beard.

The man was still saying all kinds of frivolous things about her.

He was so angry that he clenched his jaw tightly for a moment, then loosened it, took a deep breath, and shouted at the man viciously: "Let her go!"

The originally lively corridor became quiet for an instant.

Suppress all the hustle and bustle.

The bearded man was sobered up by the alcohol.

He was about to yell at someone not to meddle in other people's business, but when he saw the man's face clearly, he froze.

Huo Beiyao.

The president of Tangtang Huo Group.

It's not something he can afford.

He stood there, motionless, his whole body seemed to be sealed, his face ashen.

Nan Hua turned around when she heard the shout.

He was caught off guard by a pair of dark and deep eyes.

A man in a black shirt stepped forward, without a tie, and the neckline was open, revealing his sexy and delicate collarbone.

The trousers outline the slender legs, and the stern facial features are even more profound in the backlight.

Nan Hua didn't see how those overly slender legs arced across the air. Anyway, the bearded assistant director was kicked far away by him.

It was loud when it landed.

He fell so badly that he couldn't get up for a long time, his teeth cracked in pain, but he didn't dare to resist.

Coming to Nan Hua's side, Huo Beiyao stared at the lavender dress with thin straps on her body, revealing a large area of ​​delicate and smooth shoulders, so white that it was dazzling.

His eyes darkened.

His eyes moved down to her arms, the fair and tender skin was pulled red by the beard.

The hostility in his heart was about to come out.

Take a deep breath to suppress the hostility.

Glancing at the white gauze on her neck, Huo Beiyao frowned slightly, and asked in a questioning voice, "Why don't you come here to recuperate well?"

Nan Hua said in a cool voice, "I can do whatever I want, you don't care."

"If you're capable, don't fucking let it happen." Huo Beiyao's cold voice was filled with uncontrollable irritability.

He took the suit jacket from Sheng Chuan, threw it on her shoulder, and covered it.

Nanhua raised her hand and was about to take it off, but his wrist was held down by him.

Domineering means full.

Huo Beiyao lowered his eyes.

His cold eyes fell on the bearded body, with a handsome face, and he ordered: "Come with me!"

The bearded man got up from the ground, staggered and walked behind him, and said with a bitter face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, I didn't know that Miss Shen was your friend. drunk……"

"Snapped!"

A slap hit his face.

The bearded half of his face suddenly became red and swollen.

Huo Beiyao grabbed his neck and dragged him into the private room like a dog.

As soon as the door was closed, he kicked him to the ground, picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it at his head.

With a "bang", the wine bottle split from his head.

The beard grinned in pain, rolling on the ground with his head in his arms.

Huo Beiyao's voice was as cold as Shura's, "Stretch out your hand."

The bearded man didn't dare to resist, enduring the pain and stretching out his hands obediently.

Huo Beiyao bent down to pick up the silver kettle on the table, and poured scalding hot water on his hands.

The two hands with the beard were burned to pieces.

His facial features were twisted into a ball due to the pain, and he rolled on the ground crying and howling, screaming so loudly that he lost his voice.

suddenly.

The door was pushed open.

Nan Hua heard a man's voice from behind: "Mr. Huo, I heard that you were a hero to save the beauty just now, and you became a beauty in anger?"

Deep and warm with a hint of hoarse bass, the spring breeze touches people's eardrums like a spring breeze.

Nanhua's spirit was numb.

The whole person is about to petrify.

That's the voice of Mr.