Qi Bai turned a deaf ear, and dragged his suitcase upstairs without squinting.

His arrogant attitude made Qi Ruishan so angry, he slapped the chopsticks heavily on the dining table and scolded:

"What's your attitude? Your mother just dragged this floor, and you came in without changing your dirty shoes. Can you respect the fruits of other people's labor? You're going to be mad—"

"Bangdang-"

Before Qi Ruishan could finish speaking, Qi Bai threw the suitcase in his hand to the ground, making a louder sound than Qi Ruishan slapped the table.

Qi Bai finally looked directly at Qi Ruishan, but his tone and face were ugly, his voice was cold and mocking:

"Qi Ruishan, if you want to say that this woman is my mother, let's not think about it better this year."

Qi Ruishan was shocked by Qi Bai's aura for a few seconds. After he reacted, he became furious. He grabbed the bowl at hand and smashed it at Qi Bai:

"That's how you talk to your old man? Are you reading your books all these years?!"

Qi Bai tilted his head to dodge easily, the porcelain bowl smashed to the ground, and the porcelain splattered. The woman in the pink plush pajamas was startled, covering her mouth and screaming.

"If you're not happy, smash a few more." After saying that, he stopped looking at the angry Qi Ruishan and the panicked woman, and Qi Bai went straight upstairs.

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Chapter 31 Defection

From downstairs, Qi Ruishan's vigorous scolding and Bo Yingying's soft consolation came. Qi Bai turned a deaf ear and went up to the third floor. He opened the door and found that it was full of cardboard boxes.

The room was full of not only the aisle bay windows, but the bed was only the bed board, the mattress was standing, and there were a few suitcases and a few quilts on it.

Qi Bai's face sank instantly, and without looking at what was in the cardboard box, he picked it up and threw it into the corridor.

The ping bells rang for a while, and Qi Ruishan scolded even more:

"Little bastard, what are you doing upstairs, and tearing down the house as soon as you come back, it's really insane!"

Bo Yingying persuaded a few words, and Qi Bai on the third floor threw it casually, and a rattan box fell down and landed at her feet, which made her tremble, and looked at Qi Ruishan with lingering fears:

"Old Qi, why does Xiaobai seem to be more grumpy than before?"

Qi Ruishan stretched out his hand and stroked his chest, gasping for breath, obviously out of breath by Qi Bai.

When Qi Bai threw everything out, Bo Yingying covered her mouth and walked across the messy corridor:

"The floor is broken..."

Walking to the door, before Bo Yingying stepped in, Qi Bai's mournful voice came:

"You dare to come in and try."

Bo Yingying was stagnant for a while, and she stopped at the door of Qi Bai's room and did not go any further, and said angrily:

"Look at your child, the big fire broke out just after returning home from the Chinese New Year, and it made your father angry."

After she finished speaking, she explained all the things in front of her: "You won't come back for two or three years, it's a waste to have an empty room, so just use it to put some infrequently used sundries, you say, don't tell me in advance if you want to come back, I'm fine too. Get someone to clean up."

Qi Bai sneered and looked at Bo Yingying: "Qi Ruishan can't hear again, is it interesting for you to pretend to be here with me?"

More than ten years ago, in order to become a member of the upper class, Qi Ruishan bought this single-family three-story villa with his entire net worth, with a basement and a dozen rooms. Does he have to use his room to store debris?

The smile on Bo Yingying's face grew stronger, leaning on the door frame and playing with her hair:

"Interesting."

Bo Yingying is still very young, and with proper maintenance over the years, she smiled and softened her voice. Anyone who looked at her was a gentle and kind-hearted look.

Her red lips parted slightly, but the words spit out from her mouth did not match the gentle smile on her face:

"This is what your Qi family owes me. You are not having a good life. It's quite interesting to me to see."

I have heard similar words too many times, and the young Qi Bai would still be furious and resentful hysterically, but now Qi Bai will only close the door with a cold expression.

After eating the closed door, Bo Yingying didn't get angry, and walked downstairs slowly. When she reached the corner, her face suddenly changed, and she said to Qi Ruishan who was eating with a sad face:

"I threw something on it, and said it was not for us to have dinner."

Qi Ruishan snorted: "It's just right not to eat, just to save my heart from starvation, look at him, he's neither male nor female all day long, what does he look like!"

"It's your own son anyway." Bo Yingying looked at him disapprovingly:

"Young people now have a strong temper. Just coax him along during adolescence. I'll give him something to eat later, so don't starve your body."

Qi Ruishan raised his eyebrows: "I follow him, is he Laozi or I am Laozi in this family?"

Qi Ruishan is a well-known architect, and he has been praised a lot outside, and his temperament has also been brought home.

I didn't object to Bo Yingying giving food to Qi Bai.

Bo Yingying was used to it: "You are a dead duck with a tough mouth."

Qi Ruishan glared at her, then said, "Why is Ningnan not coming back so late, a little girl playing crazy outside all day, what does it look like."

Bo Yingying gave him a chopstick dish: "Ning Nan's birthday will be back later tonight, I told you this morning."

Qi Ruishan said that there are so many things to do every day, and there is no time to remember any classmates' birthdays.

Qi Ruishan: "Let's eat, the dishes are cold."

Bo Yingying shrugged and stopped talking.

...

On the third floor, Qi Bai heard Bo Yingying knock on the door saying that the food was left at the door, but he ignored it.

This is Qi Bai's room, and the traces of his life are very heavy:

On the wall are his naive practice drawings, the corner of the desk was cut off by him in elementary school with a fruit knife, the colorful mottles on the wall were made by him when he was learning to paint, the basketball was dusted in the corner of the wall, and it fell to the ground. A big wardrobe with his high school uniform hanging inside...