Wei Zong shouted angrily: "Sister-in-law Zhang, come and take this little boy away first."

In the past three years, he has never lost such a temper.

Two days ago, I received news that Shang Xufeng gave him a big gift bag. When he found out that the big gift bag was a woman and a child, he felt that he was extremely insulted.

It was as if he had personally sent his woman into the arms of another man, and after that man had put a big cuckold on her, he had given the used goods back to him.

No man can bear such humiliation, especially a man like Wei Zongze, especially if the person who humiliated him is Shang Xufeng.

Qiu Lingyang was originally his woman, but she was snatched away by Shang Xufeng. He found a replacement, and she became Shang Xufeng's woman again.

Thinking of this, Wei Zongze became more and more angry. He didn't care about the mother and son who were trembling with fear opposite him, and shouted: "Hurry up and take this little bastard out."

Mrs. Zhang hugged him over and wanted to take the little boy away.

The woman fiercely protected her child: "No, don't take my son away..."

Wei Zong thought that the little boy she was protecting might be Shang Xufeng's son, and he became even more angry. He got up and walked over, snatched the little boy from her arms with his own hands and handed it to Mrs. Zhang.

In hand: "Mother and son are not allowed to meet without my permission."

"Mom..." The little boy cried and called his mother.

"Son..." The woman wanted to rush over and snatch her son back, but was dragged back by Wei Zongze. She pulled Wei Zongze back again, "Son, that's our son."

"You didn't even want to tell me his name. Now you know that he is my son? Huh?" Wei Zongze pressed the woman tightly into his arms and held her chin up with one hand.

, "Tell me what his name is, and maybe I can get him back to you."

The woman looked at him with tears in her eyes, and through the tears you could see the deep affection in her eyes.

She slowly opened her mouth and spit out the only name she remembered in the past three years: "Xiao Hang..."

No matter what happens, she will remember this name and this face. This is the best and best person to her, the person who said he would protect her.

The woman tried hard to express what she meant: "Xiao Hang, our son is our son, and his name is son."

Others thought she had a low IQ and said she didn't even know how to name her son. In fact, she wanted her father to name the child.

Wei Zong closed his eyes and tried to calm down his emotions. After three years of absence, when he heard this familiar voice calling his name again, his already calm heart felt like a small stone had been thrown into it.

There were slight waves.

His eyes gradually became warmer from the indifference just now.

After a long time, the two words he wanted to shout most came out of his mouth: "Xiaoyang!"

Yes, with this face and this voice, how could he be so indifferent to her? He hugged her tightly: "Xiaoyang, you are my Xiaoyang."

Xiao Ling was also hugged, her body trembling slightly: "Xiao Hang, son, our son..."
Chapter completed!