Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil

Nings drove himself out early in the morning, but he did not go to the company. Instead, he hid in the underground car park closest to his home and put on headphones to monitor the movement at home. Zhao Jun stayed in Westinghouse and stared at the monitor. Once Weixi was slightly unfavorable to Ningwangshu, he would immediately rush to stop and send the video to Ningfu Ningmu, who is far away from the ocean.

Nings was very nervous after wearing headphones. The appearance of his son’s fear has been lingering in his mind until now, and he fears that he will suffer a little more damage. He is all placed on the headphones, thinking that if there is any abnormality on the opposite side, he will immediately step on the gas pedal and go home.

The monitor is plugged into the hollow pendant of the long-life lock, and the effect is very clear. He heard the voice of Wang Ma’s son not to run around, and the tone was very strict. The son did not make a sound, and then it was a long silence.

Nings was nervous from numbness, holding the steering wheel and maintaining the same sitting position until one or two in the afternoon. When he almost turned into a stone sculpture, there was a clear voice in the end. "No, you can't play this."

It is the unique tone of Wei Xi. Nings was immediately in a critical position, holding his breath and carefully discerning the hidden emotions in the voice. No, there is no such thing as malicious. Although strong judgment tells him this, he still put his hand on the start button and is ready to start the engine.

Waiting for him to press, the voice of Qingyue sounded again, still the same flat tone, but the care that overflowed in one word and one sentence could not be mistaken.

"You use this painting, pigments and poppy oil contain traces of toxins. If the baby can't touch it, it will get sick." It turned out that he was preventing his son from playing with oil paint. This is correct and blameless.

Nings's long-term export gas, the fingertips placed on the start button are retracted, and the forehead is tired against the steering wheel. It was another silence. When the voice of Wei Xi was heard again, he had learned to calm down.

"Don't wear it, so you don't get dirty." He was wearing a bib for his son, lest the paint stick to the clothes, and that's right. Ningsian frowned, and couldn’t understand whether the boy who was caring for his son and the one who was violent and aggressive in Wang’s mouth was the same.

He felt that things might have gone wrong, or that teenagers are just good at disguise. But even if he disguised himself, wouldn't the son who is the victim know how to stay away from him? He heard his son's light footsteps, and it was clear that the son himself went to his studio.

Nings took off her headphones and licked her hair and finally decided to go home immediately.

When the car arrived at the door, Zhao Jun greeted him from Westinghouse and whispered. "Boss, you better look at the monitor yourself. Maybe we are all wrong."

Nings nodded, and he squatted upstairs and happened to collide with Wang Ma, who was holding his son. The son is still the expression of the fear to the extreme, tears in the big eyes, looks very fragile. In the monitor, he barely made a sound, but the rustling of the brush rubbing the paper showed that his mood was very calm, and even he could say that he was happy. How did he completely change when he came back?

Ningsian’s heart has more and more doubts. She took over her son from Wang Ma’s hand, but she was shocked to find that he was resisting himself and his eyes were filled with resentment.

Ningsian suddenly felt a painful heart, and more and more wanted to know what happened in this quiet day.

"Wang Ma, you first take the baby to the garden to see the duckling, I will change clothes immediately." He handed his son to Wang Ma, and then walked to the study.

I can't wait to turn on the computer and bring up the surveillance picture of today. All the pinhole cameras change their angles with the movement of Ning Wangshu. Wang Ma went out to buy food early in the morning. Ning Wang Shu was alone sitting on the carpet and playing with toys. There was no expression on her face, like a shell that lost her soul. Sitting at noon, the maid came to the door with lunch, and immediately left after letting go, did not even think about feeding and feeding.

Ning Wang Shu was very well-behaved, took a piece of cake and slowly ate it. After eating a sip of milk, he walked in the direction of the studio in a small step.

Nings’s thick eyebrows flew into the shackles and wrinkled unconsciously. If it is true that Wei Xi has beaten his son several times, why did the son take the initiative to find him?

He pressed his heart and continued to look down.

Ning Wangshu walked to the door and looked at the small head and looked at it for a long time. When Wei Xi was completely immersed in the painting, he moved quietly with a small short leg. Wei Xiyi turned and took the pen, and the two tall and one short men suddenly fell on.

At the same time as they looked at each other, Ningsian also held his breath, and the fists were not consciously gripped. He was afraid that the West will be out of control and violence against his son. But in fact, he did not. He carefully avoided his son and took the brush to continue painting. The son’s horrified emotions instantly recovered, and the numb little face showed amazing expression.

The renewed eyelids made Nings almost almost crying.

Then Wei Xie prevented his son from playing with oil paints, gently dressing him, and loving his forehead. When his slender fingertips moved away, his son was stunned and touched his head. His big eyes were all in love.

Who will have a crush on someone who beats himself? Nings’s tense nervous nerves hurt a bit, and he endured the heart and continued to look down.

One big and one small stand side by side, with two sketchpads in front of one tall and one short. The juvenile's drawing board bloomed with starlight, but his son's drawing board was a large piece of black pressure, and he did not know what it was. But he was very happy to have it, even pulling the young man's clothes and letting him appreciate his masterpiece.

The boy did not speak, gently licking his forehead to show praise. The son's eyes radiate an unprecedented radiance. I can see that he is very happy.

Nings did not find out that at this time, he was unconsciously pulling a smile, and the sharp eyes in his eyes had already been replaced by the tenderness of water. He silently stared at the two people on the screen, only to feel that the world is stable and the years are quiet.

But soon, Wang Ma’s shouts broke this warm picture, and the son’s unstoppable trembling, the healthy blush of his face instantly receded, revealing Nings’s familiar and terrifying expression.

Wang Ma appeared at the door, shouting and letting Ning Wang Shu go, but Wei Xi was walking two steps and slamming the door. Miraculous, Ning Wang Shu does not shake, and he is on the thigh of Wei Xi, his face is full of expressions of worship and attachment, just as Wei Xi is his hero.

Nings stared at the screen with horror, and the heart sank until it fell into the icy abyss. He faintly felt that he seemed to be deceived. He clicked on fast-forward and saw Wang Ma's crazy tricks. After the door opened, he rudely dragged his son. His expression showed her maliciousness to her son.

Nings immediately canceled the fast-forward, and Wang Ma’s vicious voice runs through his eardrums – he will not be allowed to stay with Wei Xi’s hybrid in the future, otherwise I will peel off your skin! Not only is Weixi a hybrid, but you are also a hybrid. If you don't listen to me, I will throw you into the river and drown. Your dad has a new wife, and he will have many children in the future, and he will not care about you.

That's it! It turned out that Wang Ma treated her children like this in private! Nings’s forehead was violent, and he was already angry and lost his mind. At this point, he can no longer see that the truth is a complete fool.

I thought that I had just handed my son to Wang Ma, and Nings started to run out.

When Zhou Yunyi came back from Nings, he quietly returned to the house, opened his brain, and invaded the monitoring system of Ningsian in minutes. Zhao Jun was very careful, and he had several monitors installed in the study and bedroom of Ningsian. Zhou Yunxuan opened the picture in the study room and stirred the coffee while enjoying the face of Nings.

After seeing enough, he took a sip of coffee and walked to the door and stared at Ning Wangshu and Wang Ma, who were watching the ducks on the lawn. Ning Wang Shu’s arm was caught by Wang Ma, standing in the same place and not daring to move, the small body shivering slightly, apparently in extreme fear.

If Zhou Yunqi is still a villain, Zhou Yunyi, he will definitely walk over and twist the mother's neck. But he is now Wei Xi, and Wei Xi’s hands can only be used for painting, and can’t be stained with blood.

It’s a pity... He sighed and heard the footsteps of Nings’s rush, and immediately turned back to the room.

In the corridor and Weixi smashed a positive Nings year expression slightly, my heart is awkward and awkward, but my son is still in the hands of Wang Ma, he did not have time to think of anything else, hurriedly headed to the lawn Run and see Zhao Junli staring at Wang Ma not far away, his heartstrings are loose.

Ning Wang Shu lowered his head, shrunk his shoulders, and stood stiffly beside Wang. Wang Ma holds a goose-yellow duckling in her hand and tries to use his soft fluff to rub his cheek. His eyes widened to the limit because of fear. It seems that Wang Ma is not holding a cute little animal, but a monster eating people.

He was scared and lost the courage to resist. But his loved ones turned a blind eye to his pain and even handed him over to the devil again and again.

No wonder he will resist himself; no wonder he will resent his own feelings; no wonder Wei Xi is only closing a door, but in exchange for his eyes so attached to worship.

The heart of Nings’s heart was repeatedly and repeatedly cut by these late awakenings, and it was painful. At this moment, he almost couldn't help but shed tears.

However, he is the owner of the Ning family. He is the commercial hegemon known as the '狡狐'. When he came to his son, he had already packed his mind and smiled and hugged his son into the house, whispering, "Look You are playing with dirty things, and Dad will take a shower for you. Wang Ma, you can help your baby steam a tart."

Wang Ma did not suspect him, let go of the duckling and went to the kitchen.

Ningsian returned to the bedroom with a son who did not say no to cry, did not laugh, and closed the door, gently put him on the bed, and he was kneeling in front of him. The cold eyebrows always showed deep sadness and embarrassment. .

"Baby is sorry. Dad is sorry for you." He kissed his son's forehead over and over again, but he could no longer see a trace of movement from his son's eyes.

Ning Wangshu was extremely disappointed with his father and was completely numb.