Chapter 242 You are not welcome here
Find a job and go home.

As soon as Qin Anhao entered the house, he saw that there was an extra person in the house, and looked at the nanny with some displeasure.

Seeing Qin Anhao staring at her, the nanny repeatedly waved her fingers at Song Yizheng who was playing with Song Ning, trying to explain, but couldn't organize her words, so she could only worry in the end.

Seeing that the nanny was too anxious, Qin Anhao motioned her to go to work first.

After the nanny entered the kitchen, Qin Anhao stepped up to Song Yizheng, reached out and snatched the child in his arms, and asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing here?"

After saying that, Qin Anhao turned around and entered the room with Song Ning in his arms.

Song Ning was interrupted by Qin Anhao because he was having fun with Song Yizheng, and burst into tears in dissatisfaction.

The child cried so much that Qin Anhao was in a irritated mood, suddenly stopped and turned around, staring at Song Yizheng with a bad expression.

Song Yizheng followed Qin Anhao, frowned slightly, seemed to be thinking for a long time, and then said: "Let me see Xiaoning." After saying that, Song Yizheng stretched out his hand, and Song Ning immediately responded.

Seeing that the father and daughter are so nice, Qin Anhao suddenly felt sour in his heart, he opened his tightly clenched fist, stretched out his hand, and patted Song Ning's hand.

Song Ning had never been beaten before, but when Qin Anhao beat her up suddenly, she immediately started crying.

The sound is getting louder.

Seeing Qin Anhao like this, Song Yizheng immediately reached out to snatch the child from Qin Anhao's hands, and raised his voice to Qin Anhao angrily, "What are you doing?" His voice was low.

Perhaps it was unexpected, never thought that Qin Anhao would beat the child, and never saw Song Ning cry sadly.

At this moment, Song Ning's cry really entered Song Yizheng's heart.

Qin Anhao was slightly taken aback when he heard Song Yizheng's angry voice.

After looking at the child leaning against Song Yizheng's arms for a long while, he finally looked away, turned around and said, "If you have seen Song Ning, leave early." After saying that, Qin Anhao entered the room.

Hearing what Qin Anhao said, Song Yizheng stared deeply at her figure for a long time, then handed the child who had just been carried into his arms to the nanny who came out of the kitchen, and followed Qin Anhao into the house.

The two entered the house one after the other.

Qin Anhao realized that Song Yizheng was following in, stopped and turned around, looking at the old and new man who was standing not far away, he took a while to look away, and asked calmly, "Is there anything else?"

Song Yizheng heard Qin Anhao's question, but he didn't answer in a hurry. He pursed his thin lips, stared at Qin Anhao for a long time, and then stepped closer.

Qin Anhao suddenly picked up the cup on the table and fell between her and Song Yizheng.

Snapped……

With a crisp sound, Song Yizheng stopped suddenly.

The eyes of the two met each other in the air, but neither of them was willing to give in to each other.

Seeing Song Yizheng stop, Qin Anhao smiled, stared at Song Yizheng firmly and continued: "You're even divorced, so keep your distance."

After saying that, Qin An staggered away from Song Yizheng and wanted to get out of the room.

Song Yizheng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Anhao's arm. The tight force in his hand made Qin Anhao feel so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

long silence.

"Stop it."

Song Yizheng uttered these three words. Although his thoughts were as deep as the sea, he still cared about Qin An when he saw that Qin An's health was not going well and that she had nowhere to ask for help.

When Qin Anhao heard Song Yizheng say that about her, he suddenly turned around, so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, and said in a strange way: "Do you think I'm making trouble?!"

Hearing Song Yizheng's words, Qin An was so surprised that he felt ridiculous.

Seeing that Song Yizheng didn't let go, but he didn't care and walked towards Song Yizheng.

"You don't even know what I want or what I don't want." Suddenly, I felt blocked in my heart, couldn't hold back for a moment, and continued with tears flooding: "If I really made trouble, I would have had an abortion a long time ago, and it's over with you. Do you need to be bored in the Song family for so long, do you need to watch the women around you change one after another?"

Speaking of this kind of sake, Qin Anhao suddenly felt a rush of heat in his head, raised his hand, and hit the man on the face.

Snapped……

The loud applause stunned the nanny who heard the sound in the living room, and looked into the room curiously, but did not dare to go in.

After the beating, Qin Anhao felt a lot more relaxed. He turned around, walked to the table, and reached for a cup. Seeing Song Yizheng standing straight in place without leaving, he dropped another cup at his feet.

"You go, I don't want to see you."

Snapped……

Then fall, and then drive people away.

"Go!"

…………

The man saw the ceramic shards falling to his feet, frowned, took a step, walked over, clasped the woman's hands, stopped her movement, and wanted to ask questions questioningly.

Qin An suddenly lowered his head, bit the man and clasped her hand, and poured all his anger on this bite without hesitation.

Song Yizheng, who was bitten, stood in front of the woman, allowing Qin Anhao to bite.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, only the sound of each other's breathing remained.

There was a bloody smell in the air.

I don't know how long it took.

Only then did Qin Anhao slowly let go, looking at the man's bloody hand bitten, he felt his brain swell; he struggled to push Song Yizheng away.

But at this moment, Song Yizheng stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, not allowing her to struggle.

"give me one more chance."

Song Yizheng was proud by nature, and asking him to say such things in a low voice was through complicated and strange emotional precipitation.

Qin Anhao heard Song Yizheng's words, and was held in his arms by him, suddenly felt like his heart was breaking down, and couldn't help sobbing; she gave him a chance.

She had given him a chance.

After crying for a while.

Qin Anhao calmed down a lot, and the nanny made dinner.

Song Yizheng wanted to stay and eat, but Qin Anhao didn't just send them away, and asked the nanny to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing that Mr. Song stayed for dinner, the nanny thought it was a reconciliation after a quarrel, and her face was beaming with joy.

During the meal, Song Yizheng brought food for Qin Anhao.

Qin An took a good look, didn't eat, and continued to eat his own.

Seeing that Qin An hadn't eaten, Song Yizheng looked away after reading it, and his eating movements gradually slowed down. He seemed to have thought about it for a long time before he said: "Tomorrow there will be..."

"I do not want to know."

As soon as Song Yizheng's voice sounded, Qin Anhao interrupted directly.

She didn't want to know, nor was she interested in knowing.

The two confronted each other like enemies, which surprised the nanny who was taking care of the child; but they didn't dare to say anything, and continued to coax the child.

Song Yizheng saw that Qin Anhao said he didn't want to know, so he didn't say any more, and continued to eat with his eyes sinking slightly.

have eaten.

Song Yizheng still wanted to rest here.

Qin Anhao saw that the man was a little aggressive, stared at him indifferently and reminded: "There is no place for you to live here." After saying that, he glanced at the door, walked over, opened the door, and asked him to go.

Seeing this, Song Yizheng's eyes suddenly became gloomy and cold; he stood straight on the spot and did not leave, but stretched out his hand and clasped Qin Anhao's arm.

ps/Memoda, see you tomorrow,
(End of this chapter)

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