The old lady knew in her heart that Beiming was blaming her for being abrupt and went to see Chunxiao's son.

She originally wanted to be soft-hearted and praise the child. She was eighty-year-old and was very kind to the point of death. She had never thought of harming the child at this age, but Beiming got angry because of this! She was so angry that everyone was at home, and she was randomly trying to find an excuse to retreat!

How can she not be sad if she is a mother?

The son who was older with shit and urine... Oh, this passage is a bit exaggerated, it was raised by the aunt I invited... but I was always born to my mother at the risk of her life. Beiming has been weak and sick since childhood, so how many tears have she cried silently on her back.

After finally raising up healthily, I was angry with a wild child and my mother whom Chunxiao gave birth to!

The old lady burst into tears silently, and the tears flowed down her skin as she was well maintained. She didn't wipe it, and she let the tears hang on her chin.

She used to be inconsistent with Chunxiao. But was she doing it for herself? Isn’t it because the Zhou family can pass on its own bloodline? After Chunxiao left, she thought she could start again. Unexpectedly, the moon-fetal baby became an incomprehensible minefield! Where can she go to reason!

The old lady's tears were abundant and her front quickly dripped.

Zhou Beiming was lost in the tears of accusation. He almost felt soft-hearted.

After the mother and son looked at each other for a moment, he had let Chunxiao down and was determined not to let Chunxiao down. If the child was so young, who would protect him if he retreated?

Zhou Beiming didn't want to modify his excuses anymore. He knew that his mother could recognize his lies. He could only turn around apologetically.

He turned around and left the villa, left the courtyard, and left the gate. He did not call the driver, so he looked up and stopped a taxi.

"Homeland on the west bank of Zhongshan South Second Road."

Zhou Beiming wanted to change his words and report his apartment address, but his taxi had already headed straight for his home in the West Bank.

After a round trip, at 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhou Beiming rang the doorbell downstairs of Huang Caihong.

Huang Caihong thought it was Awen who was having a meal outside and came back, swaying her unwielded hands, and went to open the door. She was washing clothes for Xiao Ming.

Not long after, the heavy footsteps sounded. Not only did the heavy footsteps, but they also walked and ate. Huang Caihong heard it in her ears and wanted to laugh. Awen ate so much this meal. She couldn't even walk on the road.

However, the door opened, and it was Zhou Beiming who caught his eye.

Huang Caihong was inevitably surprised.

The two of them looked around each other's faces.

"You've lost weight!"

Both of them were surprised when they saw each other's eyes. After a few more glances, they both said in unison that the other party had lost weight.

"What happened?"

Zhou Beiming reopened the show and asked.

Huang Caihong shook her head, pursed her lips and smiled weakly. She turned to ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Beiming looked up slightly: "Probably, please worry about Xiao Ming."

Huang Caihong was in a state of emotion. She was also thin for Xiao Ming!

Zhou Beiming sat on the dining chair at the dining table, saying as if he was to Huang Caihong, or as if he was to himself: "Why don't they believe that I will be responsible for the end?"

Huang Caihong listened to her head, and she looked down at her hands with regret. Because of rubbing and soaking, the skin on her fingers was white and wrinkled. Huang Caihong was worried that Zhou Beiming would give the tribute on behalf of his mother.

Taking retreat as advance is a strategy; taking advance as retreat is also a strategy. First, it means that you love Xiao Ming very much, and then the reality is very difficult and you can't continue to love. Zhou Beiming specially called Awen out just to tell her this.

The two of them fell into their own sorrow, and the picture was harmonious.

"What are you worried about?" Zhou Beiming asked Huang Caihong.

Huang Caihong suddenly looked up and looked at Zhou Beiming with her eyes. She thought that someone like Zhou Beiming who is not short of money probably needs to use money to shirk responsibility. She is willing to cooperate!

"You just say it."

Huang Caihong didn't know that she had a pair of talking eyes at this moment. Those eyes stated that she had something to say.

"Even though I'm just saying it, I won't eat you." Zhou Beiming laughed abruptly.

"Xiao Ming's household registration..." Huang Caihong's talking eyes seemed to have a pair of invisible tentacles, soft and tentatively "touched" Zhou Beiming.

Zhou Beiming shook his mind for a moment and made up his mind: "Don't worry, I will register him as soon as possible."

Huang Caihong suddenly opened her eyes wide. This was not her original intention! Her original intention was to say that if Mr. Zhou’s name is inconvenient to get Xiao Ming’s household registration, she could just get it under her name!

However, after thinking about it, she was not a Shanghai household registration and Xiao Ming was in trouble when she got to her name. If she went to the public school in the Magic City in the future, it would become very inconvenient.

Since Mr. Zhou made a promise, she no longer mentioned the advice under her name in the household registration.

"What else do you have to worry about?"

"The house we live in..." Will the landlord be driven away soon?

When a woman only speaks half of her words and speaks her other half with her eyes full of worry, she is undoubtedly charming. She is very much like the legendary Dongfang Gentle Wonderful woman, making people feel loving and pity for her, wanting to support her in a world of standing up.

"The house matter is for me. You can rest assured." Zhou Beiming was filled with passion.

"Are there any more worries?"

Huang Caihong lowered her head halfway, shook her head, and squeezed the other hand tightly with one hand.

One of the lighting tubes in the living room broke down the day before yesterday, and one left, which greatly reduced the brightness. Fortunately, I didn’t do anything at night and it was still okay. At this moment, the light that was not very bright just put the indoor cage with a gentle atmosphere.

Zhou Beiming spoke in this gentle breath: "I heard that my mother has been here."

Huang Caihong's hands were pinched together and froze. She didn't look up, obviously listening.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to her."

Huang Caihong was about to say that the old lady came over a bit suddenly, but before she said anything, there was a sound of slapping the door outside the door. Then, Awen's voice broke in: "I'm so tired... I'm so frozen... Xiao Huang, open the door!"

Zhou Beiming subconsciously glanced around and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to hide.

The door opened, and Awen, who was so stunning, raised his foot and was stunned. Her eyes were aimed at Zhou Beiming, as if it was unscientific for Zhou Beiming to appear here. She stared at Zhou Beiming in a daze, making Zhou Beiming feel embarrassed, stood up, rubbed his hands and walked straight out of the door.

After leaving the house, when the cold wind blew, he suddenly regretted: He is the employer! He is the domineering president! Whatever shame is it, whatever panic is it!

Zhou Beiming immediately made up his mind: to terminate the contract with Awen in advance tomorrow!

Zhou Beiming left the scene silently, which made Awen suddenly realize something.
Chapter completed!