Chapter 1157 Young Master Yan is ill and never forgets the arrogant Master Yan 4

  Master Yan leaned close to the cold man.

  There was only an inch of distance between the two, and Qin Zong could even feel the boy's breathing.

   "Tao Tao, I like you very much."

  Yantao held Qin Zong’s neck with both hands, her bright red lips slightly opened, and she kissed the corner of the man’s lips like a dragonfly, “Attention, I like it very much.”

  The thin-skinned Qin Sanye moved the boy's hand expressionlessly, stretched out his long arm and pushed him back on the bed, his tone was flat and cold, "You heard me wrong."

  Yan Tao's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

  Yan Tao frowned, her eyes full of accusations: "Qin Zong, it's not a gentleman to go back and forth!"

   "Well, you are right."

  Qin Zong stood up, ignoring the boy's question all the way, turned around and took the white porridge warmed in the pot, "Lying for a day and eating something."

  Master Yan slowly glanced at the porridge bowl in the man’s hand, and a gorgeous smile appeared on his lips, and the peach blossom eyes lightly picked up, "I have no strength."

   "You feed me."

  Unceremonious command tone.

  Qin Zong's eyes were slightly cool, "open his mouth."

   Yan Tao Mei Zizi opened her mouth.

  The white porridge has no taste, Yan Tao frowned in disgust, "Give me another one."

  "……"

  Qin Zong glanced at her, then took another spoonful to her mouth.

With her eyes facing each other, Yan Tao opened her mouth unconsciously and ate.

  Xiao Qi...Master, you are really upright in your mouth.

  Qin Zong gave Yan Tao a bowl, "Are you still eating?"

"I'm thirsty."

  Qin Zong brought a glass of warm water, Yan Tao frowned slightly, and said disgustedly, "I want to drink orange juice."

   "Coke is fine too."

   "Coke can't be made."

  Qin Zong got up and went to the kitchen, and handed a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice to the boy, "Is this all right?"

   Yantao pondered for a moment: "Some ice cubes would be even better."

  Qin Zong leaned back on the chair, sneered after hearing the words, "Beautiful you."

  Master Yan instructed Qin Zongduan to pour the tea, and tossed for more than half an hour. When Qin Zong returned to the bed, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

   "Anything else?"

   Yantao thought and shook his head.

   "Okay, from now on, answer my question."

  Qin Zongjun's cold face couldn't see any emotions, but the cold and cold under Feng's eyes, concealing the wind and rain.

   Dark and cold, with a long-depressed madness, just the kind of madness under the coldness, and mixed with unpredictable pain.

   fell in the eyes of Yan Tao.

  After being angry, Master Yan later noticed the bluish black under the man's eyes.

   His face looked normal, but it was also pale.

   "Did you rest well last night?"

  Yantao moved into the bed, revealing the other half of the bed, peach blossom eyes raised slightly, "Come up for a break."

  The young man hooked Qin Zong's finger and moved.

  Qin Zong looked at Yan Tao deeply for a while, his thin lips twitched, "Okay."

  The man unbuttoned his jacket, unbuttoned his collar casually, went to bed and lay down beside Yan Tao.

  The bed on the right side collapsed, and Yan Tao almost slid over, applying a little force to support her body.

  Qin Zong lay on his side, stretched out his hand, pulled Yan Tao's arm, and brought her into his arms.

  There is almost no gap between the two.

   Yantao leaned on Qin Zong’s chest, breathing the cold breath that belonged to the man.

  Inexplicably, my heart perceives the danger.

  Qin hooked the boy's chin with long fingers, forcing her to look up at him.

   Juvenile peach blossom eyes are black and pure, clear and clean, without any evil.

  (End of this chapter)