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Huo Beicheng's eyes froze slightly, and he froze there without moving.

"The one I watched on the video is the one from Beijing University."

Immediately afterwards, the child's voice came over again, the immature voice was almost exactly the same as what Huo Beicheng heard on the phone.

Huo Beicheng pursed his thin lips slightly, turned his head and subconsciously looked out of the car window, to the other side of a car.

"The video in the Beijing Auditorium, that guy is a hooligan. You can't learn from him every year. It would be perfect to learn from your father Ji."

Huo Beicheng's eyes turned cold from the narrow and teasing man's voice, as if mocking, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He picked up the phone, opened the screen with his fingers, and kept his gaze outside.

It's just that he could only vaguely see the back of a man, and the child was blocked by the car.

"Young Master Huo looks good!"

When Huo Beicheng heard such a compliment, the immature child's voice sounded very comfortable in his ears.

He pointed his finger at the number saved before.

After a while, not far away from the car, the ringtone of the mobile phone came from the phone. The ringtone of the mobile phone was also specially recorded, but it was different from Jiang Muyu's childish baby voice on the phone, this time it was replaced by a familiar woman. sound:
"Baby Niannian, come and answer the phone!"

Just listening to the voice, a smile appeared on Huo Beicheng's handsome face.

After listening to this voice, I knew it belonged to that woman Jiang Muyu. Thinking about the ringtone of Jiang Muyu's cell phone, I found it interesting.

……

At this time, Xiao Niannian was standing by the side of the car, holding his mobile phone in two small hands, staring at it again and again.

Young Master Huo's phone number...

Daddy called him?

Did he want to meet him again?

Xiao Niannian frowned slightly, a trace of confusion appeared on her delicate face.

What if young master Huo wanted to meet him again?Does he agree or continue to refuse?

"Baby Niannian, your phone keeps ringing, and you are too scared to pick up whoever calls you." Ji Ziyang opened the car door and let Niannian get in the car.

Xiao Niannian looked up at him, "Master Huo's phone number."

The honest boy answered very directly.

Ji Ziyang: "...Say it again, who called you?"

I'm going, just for a moment, he must have heard it wrong.

Xiao Niannian: "Master Huo's."

Ji Ziyang: "..."

Damn, he really heard right, he really meant that guy Huo Beicheng.

When did this guy have numbers with Niannian?

And baby Niannian, when did you and that guy have such a good relationship?
Can you make phone calls anyway?

Ji Ziyang stared at him blankly for a long while, before resisting his desire to go crazy, "Niannian baby, when did you have his phone number?"

This is very important, why does the little guy have Huo Dashao's number?
Xiao Niannian stared at the ring that was still ringing, "I secretly read it from Mommy's phone, I called him yesterday."

Ji Ziyang: "..."

What great thing did this young master hear now?
Niannian has already called Young Master Huo...

"Baby Niannian, when did you have a secret relationship with that guy from Huo Beicheng?" Ji Ziyang held the car door with one hand and his forehead with the other.

Xiao Niannian listened to the phone without looking up, "Last night, before washing Xiangxiang."

……

Huo Beicheng, who was listening to the little boy's voice, suddenly had an urge to push the car door and walk out.

There is only a car between them now.

Close at hand!

Almost as long as he opened the car door and walked down, he could see the child of Niannian.

The phone was still ringing in the parking lot, and Huo Beicheng's eyes became darker. Hearing the sound, his fingers were still on the top of the phone screen.

As long as his finger is slightly down, he can hang up the phone.

The ringtone suddenly stopped...

Huo Beicheng looked down at the screen, only to realize that the phone had been picked up.

But right after, Ji Ziyang's voice came from outside the car: "Who are you looking for?"

Huo Beicheng narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze out of the car window.

Ji Ziyang was still talking while holding the phone, "Speak? Are you dumb or made a wrong call?"

The tone of voice can be said to be very arrogant and very impolite.

Huo Beicheng twitched the corners of his mouth, a chuckle flashed in his deep eyes, and he had already put his hand on the door handle.

A soft sound—

The car door was pushed open by him, and this slight movement seemed very loud in the quiet parking lot.

Ji Ziyang, who was just a car away, naturally heard it too.

Holding the phone, Ji Ziyang subconsciously glanced in this direction.

The deep man's voice on the phone next to his ear rang at the same time, "There is no dumb, and there is no wrong number!"

As far as Ji Ziyang could see, he watched Huo Beicheng get down from the driving seat of the car next to him. Two tall and handsome men looked at each other, both holding a mobile phone in their hands.

Huo Beicheng sneered, "It seems that Shao Ji made the wrong call!"

His eyes fell on the small mobile phone Ji Ziyang was holding.

Ji Ziyang's expression darkened, "Huo Beicheng, did you make this call on purpose?"

The corners of his eyes subconsciously looked towards his car, and Nian Nian was still in the car...

If Huo Beicheng were to meet Nian Nian, how would he react?
"You should know who I'm calling."

Huo Beicheng's eyes turned away from Ji Ziyang, and finally stayed on the back seat of the blue Lamborghini.

He raised his hand and hung up the phone, "Niannian."

This sound made Ji Ziyang narrow his eyes fiercely every year, and subconsciously looked into the car.

Baby Niannian has always been very assertive, smart and clever...

He will get the phone number by himself and call Huo Beicheng. If he doesn't see anyone now, he should have already planned.

The rear window was slowly lowered.

The speed was not fast, but it made the two men focus on each other.

The car window was completely down, revealing a delicate and cute little face, carved in pink and jade, and the three-year-old's face was full of tenderness and collagen, which always looked good no matter how you looked at it.

Huo Beicheng's pupils shook slightly, and the hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, holding the phone firmly in the palm of his hand.

this kid...

Huo Beicheng couldn't calm down at all with his eyebrows, facial features, and the look he showed when looking at him.

Although there have been conjectures for a long time, the conjectures are just conjectures.

He didn't expect to meet Jiang Jingnian here, and he didn't expect that the child's appearance and temperament... would be so similar to his own when he was a child.

Looking at the little boy's appearance, Huo Dashao had the feeling of seeing another self.

"You are Niannian?"