"Qirui." Mr. Leng's heart was broken, it was so hurtful.
Qi Rui was offended by him and spoke harshly, "Don't mention this matter again, otherwise please don't visit my house again. You don't treat me as your son anyway."
Mr. Leng walked away silently. His usually straight back was a little bent, and he looked very pitiful.
Qingting couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Are we too heartless? Daddy is very sad."
Qi Rui didn't feel guilty at all, "You can't live a good life. If you insist on creating some kind of Ayu, you're asking for it."
He really couldn't figure it out. This old man was having a good time outside, and suddenly he came back to China and was doing this. He must be sick.
Things that were clearly seen more than ten years ago are now confused after more than ten years?
Qingting had a headache, "It's really troublesome. After so many years, he has endured it. Why did he suddenly have a brain twitch?"
Qi Rui snorted coldly, "You have nothing to do. Ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. If you pass, I won't be polite. That child... is always a curse."
But he didn't have murderous intentions. He didn't do it before, and he wouldn't do it today.
Given his status, he doesn't bother to do the kind of thing that involves eradicating the roots, and he's not afraid of retaliation from others.
Qingting was a little upset. Such a person dangling in front of him always evoked some bad memories.
"Hey, does your heart become softer as you get older? Why bother if you still do something you know is wrong?"
Qi Rui's eyes fell on a painting and said, "Come out."
The painting suddenly moved, moved to one side, and a small door appeared. The door was gently pushed open, and three children filed out.
Chen Xuan's expression was the deepest, showing no emotion or anger.
Yun Xi's expression was very complicated, and her face was wrinkled.
Zixuan leaned forward with a playful smile and kissed Qingting's face.
"Daddy, Mommy, hey hey."
Qingting hugged his youngest son, pulled him to sit next to him, and touched his head.
"Did you hear everything?"
Zixuan smiled and nodded, "Just a little, not much."
Qingting's eyes flickered over the faces of the three children, "Tell me, what do you think?"
Yun Xi sat on the other side of the pavilion, full of confusion, "Is he really our cousin?"
Qingting nodded slightly, "Probably so."
She has very complicated feelings towards that child, Leng Zhongyu's son, alas.
Yun Xi leaned her head on her mother's shoulder and asked softly, "Then why is he living outside? Where are his parents?"
Qingting thought for a while and glanced at Qi Rui. He tilted his head slightly, and she smiled lightly and said, "I'll tell you a story."
She tried to speak as briefly as possible, but she still talked for more than an hour.
The past is like smoke, like a dream. Looking back, all kinds of flavors are in my heart.
That period of twists and turns in the past, there were sweetness and happiness, sourness and pain, and a variety of tastes in life.
The three children were all stunned and couldn't come to their senses for a long time.
Chen Xuan and Yun Xi were six years old at the time. They had some memories and impressions of some things.
But Zixuan knew nothing and was dumbfounded.
"Is this the story of your youth?"
Qingting touched his youngest son's head sympathetically, "Yes."
Zixuan opened his mouth wide and his head felt dizzy. What a wonderful story.
"Uncle actually likes mommy too. The men in the Leng family have pretty much the same vision."
This was what surprised him the most. The two brothers liked the same woman, and something that only happened on TV actually happened in real life.
These words made Leng Qirui explode, "Humph, what kind of Leng family member does he have?"