Chatper 4 (1/2)

Xiaobao has kept his head down since he got in the car, without changing it a bit.

He Qiaoyan drove the car with a livid face, obviously in a rage.

I don't know if he is angry with Xiaobao for leaving home without permission, or if he is angry with that woman.

The car stopped in front of a villa and barely stopped when the rear door was slammed shut.

A small figure quickly flashed into the villa and slammed the door loudly.

He Qiaoyan got out of the car with a dark face.

The housekeeper greeted him, "Master, young master..."

"Today's matter is not an example!" He Qiaoyan said in a low voice.

The butler's body trembled, "But the young master likes Dr. Qin very much."

"So, he can disturb other people's lives?" He Qiaoyan asked coldly.

"Master, you may not like to hear what I say next. But Dr. Qin is the first person who is willing to get close to the young master after what happened to you. I think this is a good sign. "

"If you have such an idea, go back to the mansion to recuperate. I will let other people take care of the young master."

He Qiaoyan glanced at the butler indifferently, and entered the study on the second floor.

The butler looked at He Qiaoyan's back and sighed helplessly.

As soon as He Qiaoyan sat down in the study, he heard short, sharp screams, and the faint sound of smashing things.

He Qiaoyan closed his eyes and opened the study door.

In just a few minutes, the originally neat and clean hall has become a huge garbage dump.

Everything that could be smashed was smashed.

Xiao Bao walked barefoot on the carpet covered with glass shards.

The housekeeper, nannies, and servants followed behind him, but they didn't dare to stop him.

With a cold face, He Qiaoyan stood in the corridor on the second floor, watching Xiaobao act wildly.

It wasn't until Xiaobao's white and tender feet were scratched by a piece of glass that he said, "He Weifei, it won't do you any good if you continue to make trouble!"

He Qiaoyan only called him by his full name when he was angry.

The small body trembled, and then pushed an antique vase taller than him to the ground.

The fragile porcelain and the hard ground made a crisp sound.

Tens of millions of antique vases were immediately scrapped.

Standing in the mess, Xiaobao looked up at He Qiaoyan provocatively with his immature and stubborn face up.

He Qiaoyan frowned suddenly, and went downstairs step by step.

Xiaobao's body trembled, but he still stood there stubbornly, letting the blood flow from his feet, without showing any fragile expression.

He Qiaoyan slowly sat down on the sofa, and waved to the housekeeper, nanny and others.

In the huge hall, soon there were only two people left.

He Qiaoyan didn't look at his bleeding feet, "Tell me what you want to do?"

Xiaobao angrily took out the mini tablet and typed a line, "She doesn't want me!"

"It's not that she's sick, what do you want me to do?! If you weren't my son, I wouldn't want you either!"

As soon as He Qiaoyan finished speaking, he heard a piercing scream from a magic voice.

He Qiaoyan pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and slipped Xiao Bao onto his knee.

Xiaobao made a gesture to resist.

He Qiaoyan gave him a sideways look, and said coolly, "Before negotiating with me, first evaluate your bargaining chips."