Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil Chapter 2: .4
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Nings drove out by himself early in the year, but instead of going to the company, he hid in the underground parking lot nearest to his home and put on headphones to monitor the movement at home. Zhao Jun stayed in Westinghouse and stared at the monitor. Once Wei Xiyan was slightly unfavorable to Ning Wangshu, he immediately rushed to stop and sent the video to Ning's father and Ning mother far away across the ocean.
Ning Sinian was very nervous when he put on his headphones. The look of his son's fear was still engraved in his mind until now. He was afraid that he would suffer a little bit of damage, and all his mind was put on the headset. He thought that if there was any abnormality on the opposite side, he would immediately step on the throttle and go home.
The monitor is stuck in the hollow pendant of the long-life lock, and the effect is very clear. He heard Wang Ma's voice telling his son not to run around in a harsh tone. The son didn't say anything, and then there was a long silence.
Ning Si years from nervous to numb, holding the steering wheel, maintaining the same sitting position until one or two in the afternoon. When he almost turned into a stone sculpture, a clear voice came from that end, "No, you can't play this."
It is the flat tone unique to Weixi proverb. Ning Sinian was sitting at a loss, holding her breath, carefully discerning the emotion hidden in that voice. No, there was no malice. Although strong judgment told him this, he still put his hand on the start button and was ready to start the engine.
Until he pressed it down, Qingyue's voice sounded again, the same flat tone, but the care that overflowed in every word was not to be mistaken.
"You use this painting. The pigment and poppy oil contain trace amounts of toxins. Little babies can't touch it and they will get sick." It turned out that he was preventing his son from playing with oil paint. This is right and beyond reproach.
Nings's elder breathed out, retracting his fingertip on the start button, and his forehead rested tiredly on the steering wheel. There was another moment of silence. When Wei Xi's proverb came again, he already learned to calm down.
"Don't put it on so as not to stain your clothes." He was wearing a bib on his son to prevent paint from sticking to his clothes. Ning Sinian frowned, wondering if the teenager caring for his son, who he heard with his own ears, was the same as the aggressive and aggressive man in Wang Ma's mouth.
He thinks something may have gone wrong, or the teenager is just good at pretending. But no matter how he disguised, wouldn't the victim's son know how to stay away from him? He heard his son's light footsteps, apparently it was his son who ran into his studio.
Ning Si took off the headphones and cut his hair again, and finally decided to go home immediately.
As soon as the car arrived, Zhao Jun greeted him from Westinghouse and whispered, "Boss, you better look at the monitor yourself. Maybe we are all wrong."
Ning Sin nodded, leaving him sprinting upstairs, and happened to collide with the mother who was holding her son. The son was still that terrified expression, with tears in his big eyes, looking very fragile. In the monitor, he hardly made a sound, but the rustling sound of the brush rubbing the paper showed that he was very calm and could even be said to be happy. Why did he change completely when he came back?
Ning Sinian had more and more doubts in his heart. He took his son from the mother of Wang, but was shocked to find that he was resisting himself, and his eyes were full of resentment.
Ningsnian's heartache was suddenly lingering, and she wondered more and more about what happened in this quiet day.
"Mother Wang, first take your baby to the garden to see the ducklings. I'll change clothes and come right away." He gave his son to Wang Ma, and then hurriedly walked towards the study.
Can't wait to turn on the computer and bring up today's surveillance screen. All pinhole cameras change their angles as Ning Wangshu moves. Mother Wang went out to buy food early in the morning, preferring to sit alone on the rug and play with toys, without the slightest expression on her face, like an empty shell lost her soul. Sitting still until noon, the maid came into the door with lunch and left immediately after laying down, but did not think of coaxing and feeding.
Ning Wangshu was very well-behaved. He took a piece of cake and ate it slowly. After eating it, he took a sip of milk and walked towards the studio in small steps.
Ning Si's thick eyebrows flew into the slantingly unconsciously and frowned. If Wei Xiyan beats his son several times, why would his son go to him?
He held his focus and continued to look down.
Ning Wangshu walked to the door and looked into his head for a long time. After seeing Wei Xiyan completely immersed in the painting, he moved quietly with his short legs. Wei Xiyan turned to get his pen, and the two men, one tall and one short, suddenly faced each other.
As they looked at each other, Ning Sinian held his breath and clenched his fists unconsciously. He feared that defending Western proverbs would lead to emotional violence against his son. But it didn't. He avoided his son carefully and picked up his paintbrush to continue painting. The terror of his son calmed down instantly, and the little numb face showed an astonished expression.
The blinking eyes made Ning Sinian almost cry.
Wei Xiyan then stopped his son from playing with oil paints, gently clothed him, and lovingly rubbed his forehead. When his slender fingertips moved away, his son touched his brain dumbly, his eyes were full of nostalgia.
Who will be attached to those who beat him? Ning Sinian's tense nerve twitched severely, forbearing heart palpitations and continued to look down.
Large and small are standing side by side, with two artboards standing tall and short in front of them. The teenager's drawing board is full of stars, but the son's drawing board is a large piece of black, and I don't know what it is. But he was very happy, and even pulled the boy's clothes to make him appreciate his masterpiece.
The boy didn't speak, and gently rubbed his forehead in praise. The son's eyes radiated unprecedented brightness. Seeing that, he was extremely happy.
Ning Sinian didn't find it. At this time, he was unconsciously tearing away a smile. The sharpness in his eyes had been replaced by the tenderness like water. He gazed silently at the two men in the screen, only to feel that this world was stable and his years were quiet.
But soon, the shouting of Wang's mother broke the warm picture, the son shivered uncontrollably, and the healthy redness on his face faded away instantly, revealing Ning Sinian's familiar and terrified expression.
Wang Wang appeared at the door, shouting and letting Ning Wangshu pass by, but Wei Xiyan walked two steps and threw the door hard. Miraculously, Ning Wang could not shake any more. He pulled it on Wei Xiyan's thigh, his face full of worship and attachment, as if Wei Xiyan was his hero.
Ning Sinian stared at the screen in horror, his heart sinking until he fell into the cold abyss. He felt faintly that he seemed to be deceived. He clicked to fast forward, and saw Wang's mother slamming the door madly. When the door opened, she dragged her son rudely, and his expression showed how malicious he was towards her son.
Ning Sinian immediately canceled the fast forward, and Wang Ma's vicious voice penetrated his eardrum-he would not be allowed to stay with Wei Xiyan's hybrid-seed, otherwise I would peel your skin! Not only Weixi proverbs are hybrid-species, you are also hybrid-species. If you don't listen to me obediently, I will throw you into the river and drown. Your dad has a new wife and will have many children in the future. He won't care about you at all.
That's it! It turned out that Wang's mother treated her children in private! Ning Si's forehead was bruised and cramped, already was so angry that he lost his mind. At this point, he can no longer see the truth is a complete fool.
Remembering that he had just handed his son over to Wang's mother, Ning Si suddenly got up and ran out.
Zhou Yunsheng returned to the room quietly when Ning Sinian returned, opened the brain, and invaded Ningsian's monitoring system in minutes. Zhao Jun handles things very carefully. In order to prevent people from getting in and out, even Ning Sinian's study and bedroom have installed several monitors. Zhou Yunsheng adjusted the picture in the study, while stirring coffee, admiring Ning Si's young and blue complexion.
Seeing enough, he took a sip of coffee, walked to the door and stared at Ning Wangshu and Wang Ma who were watching ducks on the lawn. Ning Wangshu's arm was held by Wang's mother, and she stood still and did not dare to move. Her small body trembled, apparently in extreme fear.
If Zhou Yunsheng is still the villain Zhou Yunsheng, he will surely walk over and break Wang's neck. But now he is Wei Xiyan. Wei Xiyan's hands can only be used for painting, not blood.
It's a pity ... He looked down and sighed, and heard Ning Sinian's rapid footsteps, and immediately turned back to the room.
Ning Sinian was stunned with Wei Xiyan in the hallway, and his heart was guilty and embarrassing, but his son was still in the hands of Wang's mother. He had no time to think about it, and nodded hurriedly Then he ran to the lawn and saw Zhao Junli staring at Wang's mother not far away, his heart strings were slightly loose.
Ning Wangshu lowered her head, narrowed her shoulders, and stood beside Wang's mother stiffly. Mother Wang held a goose yellow duck in her hand and tried to rub his cheek with its soft fluff. His eyes widened to the limit because of fear. It seemed that Wang's mother was holding not a cute little animal, but a cannibalistic monster.
He was frightened and already lost his courage to resist. But his relatives turned a blind eye to his pain, and even handed him over to the devil again and again.
No wonder he is full of resistance to him; no wonder he is resentful to himself; no wonder Wei Xiyan just closed a door of the house, but in return he was so attached to worship.
Ning Sinian's heart has been cut by Ling Be repeatedly and painfully. At this moment, he could hardly help tears.
However, he is the owner of the Ning family. He is a business overlord known as the "sly fox". When he came to his son, he cleared his mood with already, and hugged his son into the room with a smile. "Look at you, all the things you play are dirty. Dad take a bath for you. Mother Wang, go and steam the custard for your baby."
Mother Wang suspected him, dropped the duckling and went to the kitchen.
Ning Sinian returned to the bedroom with his son who didn't say a word, didn't cry or laugh, closed the door, placed him gently on the bed, and squatted in front of him. Sadness and guilt.
"Baby is sorry. Dad is sorry for you." He kissed his son's forehead over and over again, but could no longer see a trace of movement in his son's eyes.
Ning Wangshu was so disappointed with his father that already was completely numb.