Qin Zheng didn't say anything, but his face turned slightly stiff, then turned his face and stopped looking at Mrs. Qin, but his hand was still on Mrs. Qin's waist.

He raised his chin and seemed to be saying, why don’t you come over and coax me?

Mrs. Qin couldn't help but smile and reached out to gently pull the arrogant man, "How old are you, and you are still so childish."

"He has disappeared for so long and will not appear for no reason. Xiao Zong's great disaster is getting closer and closer. For the sake of his son, you have to keep your temper clean, do you know?"

Qin Zheng snorted.

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

Qin Zheng said in a silence: "Why did he call you? Isn't this kind of thing done if I tell you? I still have to call you? It's obvious that he is uneasy!"

Mrs. Qin...

Momo rolled his eyes in her heart, and she smiled and said, "Because you pulled him into the blacklist, Qilinzi couldn't get through your phone."

"What else do you want to say?"

Qin Zheng had already forgotten this. When he heard Mrs. Qin mention it, he touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and then spoke up righteously, "Who told him to disappear for so long? How did I know that he is still on the blacklist?"

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

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

"Okay," Mrs. Qin pointed her slender fingers on Qin Zheng's forehead, pushing him back, and her voice was faint, "He asked me to meet in the afternoon."

"I'll send you there."

Qin Zheng spoke in a low voice.

Mrs. Qin: "No need, I'll ask Xiao Wang to send me over. You can watch Xiao Zong and the second grandfather at home, so don't let them have any conflicts."

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

*

The Qin family's house was carefully designed by masters of all generations, with unique craftsmanship and very elegant.

"The old master, Young Master Yan has arrived."

The butler knocked on the door respectfully, and then opened the handle after receiving the response from the door, turned sideways and signaled that Yan Tao could go in.

The cool wind blew up the curtains, and the old man sat by the balcony, his eyes collided with the boy entering the door.

The entry-level boy has a slender and upright figure, but his face is as beautiful as a jade but is flamboyant and cold.

Peach blossom eyes half-closed, revealing a lazy and relaxed manner, and their temperament is as vast as a god.

It is powerful, but does not give people a sense of perseverance.

It was just a faint alienation and indifference that vaguely revealed the clouds and winds gently separated everything around them.

The owner of the hometown narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes very sharp.

"You look very much like him."

Young Master Yan looked casually and picked up the peach blossom eyes, his movements were romantic and unrestrained, full of beauty.

"Who are you talking about?"

The young man sat opposite the old man with a domineering attitude, raised his brows, and looked back casually.

"Of course it's your father."

The boy's peach blossom eyes slightly closed, and the clear voice of male and female was filled with 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 boy to say such childish words, "How did you be born without a father?"

"People can never erase their origins."
Chapter completed!