"Yes." The housekeeper responded, and before leaving, he secretly glanced at Ye Qianning.
Xiang Minghou carried Ye Qianning into the living room and sat on the main seat without putting down the fat doll.
"Dad, am I heavy?" Ye Qianning looked up.
"It's not heavy. Your father and I can dance with a machete weighing a hundred pounds. You are only as young as you are, but my father still thinks you are too thin." Xiang Minghou said and threw the person twice.
Ye Qianning's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Really?"
"Of course, if you don't believe me, my father will show you a Xiang family sword tomorrow. My father's sword weighs more than a hundred kilograms." Xiang Minghou is not bragging. He is the ancestor of the Xiang family who uses a sword, and he can't hit a single cut on the battlefield.
Smash people to pieces.
Ye Qianning saw that he was muscular, and the big hands holding her were covered with calluses and scars, and there was even a long scar under the beard on his face.
These are the achievements of men, that's what Iron-Blooded Heroes say.
After bragging to Marquis Ming, when he saw the baby in his arms thinking deeply, he smiled and said in a deep voice: "My dear, how have you lived these years?"
"Together with the fourth wife, the fourth wife is so nice, she keeps all the delicious food for me." Ye Qianning said.
"Fourth mother-in-law?" Xiang Minghou was confused, and then asked: "Where is your mother?"
Ye Qianning thought about it. In her memory, her mother rarely visited Fat Tuan. As far back as she could remember, she only had the fourth wife. Her mother only visited her at the end of every month and could only stay for a quarter of an hour.
She is a very beautiful woman. Every time I go to see her, although her clothes are very low-key, they are all made of the best materials, and she wears the most popular rouge and lip powder at that time.
The fourth wife said that her mother worked as a violinist for a wealthy family in the town, but now that she thinks about it, that is not true.
The village of Pang Tuan was relatively backward, and the only place that could dress like this, to put it bluntly, was the Baixiangfang in the town at that time, a place for men to have fun...
"My mother is very busy. She has to earn money to support me." Ye Qianning lowered her head slightly as she spoke, her voice low and milky: "It was because I ate too much and my mother died from overwork and illness.
,Blame me……"
Xiang Minghou felt heartbroken when he heard this. His hands holding the fat baby tightened, and tears flashed in his eyes: "It's dad who is sorry for you two."
After saying this with a strong cry, I couldn't help but start crying——
He was well aware of the situation in Nanyuan back then. There was a severe drought in those years and there was no food. It can be imagined how difficult it was to feed a child in that environment.
After he returned to Kyoto City, he sent people to Nanyuan to look for Ye Qian, but the people at that time reported that Ye Qian was dead. If he had gone to check in person at that time, he would not have made them suffer so much.
Ye Qianning never expected that an iron-blooded man, the majestic Beili God of War, would cry and scream in front of her... A wave of waves rippled in his heart.
"Dad, don't cry."
She raised her little hand to wipe his cheek. His face was rough and a little prickly.
Xiang Minghou paused and cried harder while holding the baby.
Ye Qianning was very fat, and she was out of breath when she was strangled so hard: "Ahem... Dad, you are hugging me too tightly."
Hearing the cough, Xiang Minghou reacted and quickly let go of her. As he spoke, he raised his sleeve and wiped his face: "It's all because dad didn't care about the severity of his hand. Is it hurt?"
Ye Qianning shook his head, looking at him a little funny: "Dad is such an adult, but he still cries like a child, and he is not afraid of other people's jokes."
