The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1140 Thin, Cold, Indifferent
Wearing black clothes and trousers, just standing there indifferently, is full of murderous aura.

Like a sharp sword sealed in ice, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, frightening others.

Qin Zong stood up with the baby in his arms, and Chu Xue, who was afraid of falling out of favor, scrambled up.

Proudly stepping on confident steps, she swayed to Qin Zong's legs.

Rub a few hairs to prove that this shit shoveler is mine.

"Housekeeper, feed it something to eat."

Qin Zong spoke slowly, glanced at the big tiger lightly, and said softly, "Aren't you hungry?"

With the IQ of a four or five-year-old child, Chuxue struggled to choose between the poop shoveler and the food.

But before it could make a decision, Qin Zong already moved his long legs and walked towards the living room.

in the living room.

Mrs. Qin waited anxiously, and was about to go out to have a look again, when Qin Zong walked over from a distance.

The young man's face is thin and cold, and his outline is more cold and hard than before.

The clothes were a little loose, and the autumn wind blew, and the hem of the young man's clothes swayed with the wind.

The young man's brows were stained with frost, and there was no warmth in his pitch-black phoenix eyes.

However, the temperament that seemed to be like ice and snow for thousands of years in the past has restrained a lot.

It's as if a sharp sword has been put into its sheath, returning to its original nature.

Mrs. Qin only felt heartbroken.

I haven't seen him for just a few months, but Xiao Zong seems to be an old man who has gone through a catastrophe.

There was nothing in his eyes.

"Little, little—"

Mrs. Qin called him, her voice reached her throat, but her nose was sore.

A sore and distressed feeling came up, she almost burst into tears and cried on the spot.

Realizing the deep crying in her voice, Mrs. Qin swallowed the crying back into her stomach.

Tilting his head slightly, forcing back tears.

When Qin Zong stepped into the door, she saw her son's blue and black eyes, sunken eye sockets, and lonely and cold eyebrows more clearly.

Like a lone traveler in the desert.

Even if Qin Zong didn't speak, Mrs. Qin could feel his exhaustion and pain.

"Mom," Qin Zong smiled with his thin lips parted.

"Grandpa."

Qin Zong greeted the bearded and staring Mr. Qin Yi.

Qin Yi: "Hmph!"

The attitude of not waiting to be seen is obvious.

Qin Zong...

Mrs. Qin pulled Qin Zong to sit down, her heart ached, "Little Zong, why are you so thin?"

As she said that, Madam Qin's tears were about to fall.

Qin Zong had no choice but to say, "Mom, if I walk around, I will naturally lose weight."

"Xiao Zong, tell me," Madam Qin took a deep breath suddenly, her tone was serious, "Do you not want to live anymore?"

Mrs. Qin grabbed Qin Zong's hand and increased her strength, "Tell mom, mom, mom can bear it!"

Mrs. Qin's tone was firm.

But he didn't realize that the hand he was holding his son was trembling slightly.

"I don't want to commit suicide yet."

Qin Zong: "Mom, don't think wildly."

Mrs. Qin's lips moved, but she couldn't speak.

The more she looked at her son, the more she felt distressed.

I'm afraid I can't even say a complete sentence.

"That's enough, that's enough," Qin Yi slammed his cane on the ground, "It doesn't matter if a man is fat or thin, you care about what they do!"

"Xiao Zong just got home, he must be hungry. Go and prepare dinner."

Mrs. Qin couldn't help but glanced at Qin Zong again, and then responded, forcing a smile, "Xiao Zong is waiting, Mom will cook for you."

Qin Zong nodded.

Mrs. Qin walked into the kitchen quickly, closed the door, and tightly covered her mouth.

Tears trickled down.

That is her son.

As soon as she was conceived, she was plotted against by someone, which caused her internal energy to be disordered, and the cold air ran wildly in the meridians all over her body.

(End of this chapter)