"Hey, Qin Huo, what are you going to do? Let me finish my words. These words have been holding them in my hands for a long time..."

Seeing that his wife started to make old accounts again, Qin Huo's face was a little overwhelmed.

Besides, when he saw Qi Yemo's face didn't look very good.

So many years have passed, and he deeply knows that although the master appears to be in a state where nothing has happened, he is in the grief of losing his son every day.

Moreover, it is not only the pain of losing a son, but also the pain point that Qi Yemo cannot touch.

It is impossible to get your wife to shut up and go home honestly.

Since you can’t use literary works, then come to “martial arts”.

Relying on his strength, Luo Qiao was so delicate. He stretched out his hand and rushed her to his shoulders.

"Master, don't forget to be in your heart. She is just that person, don't bother with her." After that, he walked out of the house with big strides.

"Qin Huo, tell me clearly what it means not to bother me. Explain to me, otherwise I will fight you..."

*

After Qi Sichen came out of the cafe, his whole body seemed to have changed.

He was holding a brown kraft paper bag tightly in his hand, containing the photos he had just seen.

When he just stopped the car, he saw Qin Huo carrying Luo Qiao on his shoulders and walking out hurriedly.

It can be seen that Luo Qiao, who was carrying it on her shoulders, was kicking her hands and feet, and she seemed to have not stopped in her mouth.

"Uncle Qin Huo, are you?"

Facing Qi Sichen, Qin Huo was no matter how much he said he was from his father's generation. Now his wife is screaming, but she still feels a little embarrassed in front of the younger generation.

I could only smile reluctantly: "It's nothing, nothing. Your dad is in the room, go quickly."

"Chenchen, you can never learn from your father in the future. You must be a good husband and good father in the person in charge." Luo Qiao shouted at Qi Sichen again as if he was possessed.

*

“Tu tu tu tu…”

After gently knocking on the door of my father's study, he pushed the door and went in.

Under the sunshine, the father's back stood in front of him.

He looked out the window and had a cigarette in his hand. The curling blue smoke was constantly floating upwards.

"Dad, I'm back."

Qi Yemo turned his head slightly and looked at his son who was standing behind him properly: "What did that person say to you, it didn't make you feel embarrassed."

"No, he just asked me to see a few photos." Qi Sichen said lightly. He actually didn't want to evoke those bad memories of his father.

"Photo? What photo?" The son's understatement aroused his little interest instead. He quickly turned around and saw a paper bag in his son's hand.

"It's nothing, it's just a boring person. I'll go see my mother first. I must miss me very much if she didn't see me for a day." Qi Sichen said and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Leave the photos." The more my son became like this, he aroused Qi Yemo's interest, and he insisted on seeing what was taken inside.

My father said something, but it seemed that it would be impossible not to show it to him, so he had to bite the bullet and put the paper bag in front of his father.

The bag was opened and a few photos were scattered on the table.
Chapter completed!