In the garden, the little girl was sitting on a lounge chair with her eyes closed.
The chair swayed gently, and she was surrounded by flowers. The sunshine in late winter and early spring was just right, and the warm sun poured down on her delicate facial features, making her as beautiful as an exquisite oil painting.
Qin Shizheng, who had originally looked a little cold because of what Qin's mother said, gradually lost the gloom in his eyes after seeing this moment.
But then Jian Ci, who hadn't opened her eyes, suddenly asked lazily, "Is it beautiful?"
Qin Shizheng came back to his senses and pushed the wheelchair over, the corners of his lips curling unconsciously, "Mm, it looks good."
Jian Ci said calmly without any expression: "There are many good-looking people."
Qin Shizheng looked at her cold face, and the haze in his heart was completely blown away. He couldn't help but reach out and gently hold her hand, "But in my heart, you are the most beautiful."
But Jian Ci pulled her hand back at this moment and said coldly, "What have you done to be so sweet?"
Qin Shizheng quickly grasped her hand and said, "Being sweet-talking can also make your fiancée happy."
Jian Ci slowly opened her eyes, first glanced at her hands, then her gaze fell on him, "How can you tell that your fiancée is unhappy?"
Seeing her cute and awkward look, Qin Shizheng's smile deepened. He couldn't help but scratch her palm with his fingertips and said, "Xie Zhining has nothing to do with me."
Jian Ci's eyebrows moved slightly, and she curled her fingers slightly and said, "Did I say that she has a relationship with you?"
Qin Shizheng laughed and gently kneaded her fingers. "Whether you said it or not, I have to explain it."
Jian Ci glanced at him and then stopped pulling her hand away.
But that pretty and unruly little face is still dull.
Mother Qin, who was hiding by the second-floor window, saw that Jian Ci hadn't smiled at all and couldn't help but get anxious. "You said this child is so stupid that he can't even coax a girl. Who does he look like?"
Father Qin also shook his head with a look of disgust, "Anyway, it's not like me."
Who would have thought that Mother Qin would turn her head and look at him expressionlessly, saying, "You mean he looks like me, stupid?"
Father Qin reacted suddenly and shook his head repeatedly, "No, like me, like me."
Mother Qin snorted lightly, "I've always been very reasonable, so please don't say anything that goes against your will."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.
Father Qin was stunned: "..."
Why did he end up eating a melon and it landed on his head?!
Father Qin glanced at his stupid son outside the window and immediately became furious.
It’s better for this brat not to come into the house.
He just loves to cause trouble for his father!
So for the rest of the day, thanks to his son, Qin's father coaxed his wife all day long.
In the end, Qin Shizheng and the others didn't manage to appease the person when they left.
Before leaving, he saw that the brat was still thinking about packing up the grilled fish to take away. If he hadn't remembered that the grilled fish was for his precious daughter-in-law to eat, he almost kicked him.
He smiled and handed the grilled fish bag to his son, then gritted his teeth and said, "Don't come tomorrow."
Qin Shizheng saw his mother holding onto Jian Ci, reluctant to let her go, and asked, "Did you make Mom angry?"
Father Qin: “???”
Before Qin's father could answer, he advised: "Mom is old, don't provoke her all the time."
After saying that, he got into the car with Jian Ci.
Only Qin's father was left standing in the yard, almost exploding with rage: "!!!"
This rebellious son who turned the tables!!!
Who on earth gave birth to such a thing!
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Sitting in the car, completely unaware that his father was furious, Qin Shizheng looked at the sealed bag and asked, "Is this grilled fish for a midnight snack or for tomorrow?"
Jian Ci took a look and said, "Tomorrow."
Qin Shizheng nodded, "Okay."
The little girl was obviously not in high spirits along the way.
Although the morning depression was gone and I was willing to talk to him and let him hold my hand, I always felt that something was wrong.
Qin Shizheng no longer felt the joy of being envied by the little girl, but instead felt more worried.
If this situation continues, it will not be good.
To him, Xie Zhining was simply an insignificant person who could be used to promote the relationship between him and Jian Ci, but could not become a stumbling block between them.
So he decisively pressed the lifting plate.
The slight noise made Jian Ci, who was looking out the window, turn her head.
Before he could open his mouth, he suddenly felt a force on his hand and was pulled over.
Jian Ci's upper body was almost embraced by him, and her hands subconsciously supported on his chest.
She frowned, "What are you doing?"
Qin Shizheng's eyes were deep and profound in the night, "I've been wronged, I need to be comforted."
Jian Ci felt that he was looking for trouble, and her eyes gradually narrowed. "I think you are itching for trouble and deserve a beating."
But Qin Shizheng said with a bit of grievance in his tone: "You ignored me for an unrelated woman, shouldn't I feel wronged?"
Seeing him solemnly proclaiming his innocence, Jian Ci was almost laughing out of anger. "This is the first time I know you are so shameless."
But Qin Shizheng didn't care, and hugged her waist tightly, "No matter what, you have to coax her."
Jian Ci raised her eyebrows, then suddenly smiled and relaxed. "Okay, then how do you want to coax her?"
Qin Shizheng raised the corners of his lips, and his dark eyes darkened. "Then it depends on how you are willing to coax me."
Jian Ci looked at the man in front of her, whose eyes were deeper and more mysterious than the night. One of her hands slowly climbed up from his chest to his neck like a little snake, and she also leaned forward slightly.
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