After 1569, I will hug you

  Qin Zong lowered his eyebrows slightly, his eyes as deep as the sea fell on the shaggy hair of the young man in his arms.

  'S eyes picked up lightly, and said lightly: "This compliment, or leave it to yourself."

  Speaking, the man got up and sat up.

  The pair of phoenix eyes carefully looked over Yan Tao.

  The boy's complexion was ruddy, and his peach eyes were shining with water.

  Look, it should be great.

  Qin Zong got up and walked out of bed.

  Young Master Yan smiled, and went into the bathroom behind him to wash together.

  "Knock..."

  Yan Mingshen stood outside the room, knocking on the door with his fingers.

  "...Hurry up and prepare your nephew and grandson, your grandfather will leave for Canglan today!"

  In the room, Master Yan ate breakfast with Erlang's legs in a leisurely manner. He looked around in the room and found no trace of Xiao Qi. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Huh? Where's Xiao Qi?"

   Xiaoqi who nestled in the corner floated out weakly: "Master!"

   "Where have you been, do you still know who you are?!"

  Master Yan's eyebrows are cold.

   "...People, they are looking for a medicine with the same effect as brown sugar, but I haven't found it yet..."

   "Brown sugar?"

  What are you looking for?

  Young Master Yan later realized that he had dysmenorrhea last night. He clenched his plain hand into a fist, and coughed softly against his mouth: "Go open the door."

  Little Seven: "Okay, Master."

  The door was opened, and Yan Mingshen, who had been waiting for a long time, frowned and glanced at the room, and met the young man who was sitting in the chair leisurely, "Don't you go?"

"where to?"

  Shen Yanming naturally said: "Of course it was for me."

   "No, I have other things to do."

  Master Yan curled his lips and smiled. There was an inexplicable meaning in a pair of dark peach eyes: "You should contact someone from the Yan family to pick you up."

  Yan Mingshen thought about it: "...you are right."

   "You are the elder of the grandfather's generation," Young Master Yan's lips curled slightly, with a faint smile: "You can ask the Patriarch Yan to come and pick you up in person."

  There is a light smile underneath the words that are light and breezy.

  Yan Mingshen’s pale golden pupils lifted up and met Yan Tao’s expression. He smiled slightly: "You are right."

   "Calling the Patriarch to pick me up in person, it counts as a courtesy number."

  Speaking, Yan Mingshen turned around and walked out of Yan Tao's room.

  As soon as Yan Mingshen left, the whole room immediately became quiet.

   Yantao looked sideways at Qin Zong.

  The man's cold eyebrows couldn't see any expression.

  The breath is lonely and clear.

  Only when he met the young boy's eyes, the cold breath that made people feel cold became much softer.

   "Vertical, I am leaving."

  Qin Zong nodded, with a faintly carved facial features: "Let's go."

Yantao stood up, walked to Qin Zong's side, suddenly bent down and sat down.

   deliberately forced Qin Zong to move to the right and compete with him for the seat of the chair.

  Qin Zong narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Yan Tao with a deep and cold gaze. He stretched out his long arms abruptly, took the boy's waist and hugged her directly onto his lap.

  Master Yan is sitting next to the man’s thigh. Three points of dissatisfaction came out of the peach blossom eyes: "I should hug you."

  Speaking, she raised her brows lightly, seeming to think of something interesting: "I used to hold you."

   Yan Tao deliberately said this to make fun of him.

  Unexpectedly, the man hugged Yan Tao and lowered his precious eyebrows.

  (End of this chapter)