The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 970 Who Is Qilin Zi 2
Qin Zheng didn't speak, but his face froze obviously, then he turned his face away, no longer looking at Mrs. Qin, but his hand was still on Mrs. Qin's waist.

He raised his chin as if to say, come and coax me soon.

Mrs. Qin couldn't help smiling, she stretched out her hand and gently pulled the arrogant man, "How old are you, and still so childish."

"He has disappeared for so long, and he won't appear without reason. Xiao Zong's catastrophe is getting closer and closer. For the sake of your son, you have to put away your temper, you know?"

Qin Zheng snorted.

Mrs. Qin frowned, but she didn't get a response from her husband. She grabbed the soft flesh of the man's waist with her fingers and said threateningly, "I'm talking to you!"

Qin Zheng said suspiciously: "Why did he call you? Just tell me about this kind of thing? Why do you have to call you? It's obviously because of uneasiness and good intentions!"

Madam Qin...

Rolling her eyes silently in her heart, she smiled and said, "Because you blacklisted him, Qilinzi can't get through to your phone."

"What else do you want to say?"

Qin Zheng had already forgotten about this. When Mrs. Qin mentioned it, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and then said righteously, "Why did he disappear for so long? How do I know he is still in the dark?" What's on the list?"

"Is such a small thing worth talking about? He is always so stingy, and deliberately discredited me in front of you!"

Qin Zheng put his arms around his wife's waist, lowered his head and rubbed against his wife's neck, "Madam, you must not fall into his trap."

"Okay," Mrs. Qin pointed at Qin Zheng's forehead with her slender fingers, pushing him back, and said in a flat voice, "He asked me to meet in the afternoon."

"I'll take you there."

Qin Zheng spoke in a low voice.

Mrs. Qin: "No need, I'll ask Xiao Wang to take me there. You can watch Xiao Zong and Second Grandpa at home, and don't let them have any conflicts."

Qin Zheng's dark eyes sank, his lips were pursed, he nodded silently, and stopped responding.

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The main residence of the Qin family was carefully designed by masters of past dynasties, with unique ingenuity and elegance.

"Old master, Young Master Yan has arrived."

The butler knocked on the door respectfully, and only after getting a response from the inside, he turned the handle and turned sideways to signal that Yan Tao could go in.

The cool wind blew the curtains, the old man sat on the edge of the balcony, his eyes collided with the young man who entered the door.

The young man who had just started was tall and slender, with a jade-like appearance but flamboyant and cold.

Peach Blossom's eyes were half-closed, showing laziness and sloppyness, and her demeanor was as dusty as a god.

Powerful, but it doesn't give off a domineering and oppressive taste.

It's just a vague sense of alienation and indifference, and the clouds and wind gently separate everything around.

The old Patriarch narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were sharp.

"You look a lot like him."

Young Master Yan raised his peach blossom eyes loosely, his movements were flamboyant and flamboyant.

"Who are you talking about."

The young man sat down opposite the old man domineeringly, raised his eyebrows, and looked back casually.

"Of course it's your father."

The youth's peach blossom eyes were slightly closed, and the clear voice of male and female was indistinguishable from the frost of early autumn, his eyes were so cold that they were almost indifferent, "I don't have a father."

The old man smiled, as if he didn't expect the young man to say such childish words, "How were you born without a father?"

"One can never erase one's origin."

"This is something determined by nature, just like the harmony of yin and yang. Everyone has their own destiny. Mr. Yan is good at asking divination. Presumably, this kind of thing should be clearer than the old man."

(End of this chapter)