Willingly Baited

"Miss, you are not kind, you are stealing food and want me to wipe your mouth. If you can't make an egg in the future, do you want me to help?" Shi Yunyang said very dissatisfied.

"I don't mind if you want to lay eggs for us." Qin Wanshu said lightly, the excitement is not for Shi Yunyang to watch for nothing, everything costs a price. "Send the Buddha to the west, this will trouble you." Although Qin Wanshu said politely, he immediately hung up his mobile phone and did not give Shi Yunyang a chance to refuse.

Damn it, don't look at Qin Wanshu's good looks, in fact, this woman was not at all polite when she was supposed to do things.

Shi Yunyang was very depressed. When she got angry, she kicked her bed partner next to her. She couldn't sleep, and others shouldn't even want to sleep.

Shi Yunyang had a lot of intestines since he was a child, so he got Zuo Qinghuan out of the Qin family. After a little thought, he came up with a way. Naturally, it was Qin Teng who was unreliable. Fortunately, this guy was unreliable. It is not impossible for a woman to return to Qin's house for the night.

"Qin Teng, get up for me." Shi Yunyang bluntly called Qin Teng who was also sleeping late.

"Sister Shi, didn't that guy satisfy you last night? If you didn't tell me so early, your anger was still so big?" Qin Teng asked with a yawn. At this moment, Qin Teng also has a bed partner on the bed.

"You go send Zuo Qinghuan out, this is Missy's order." Shi Yunyang faked the imperial decree.

"My sister's order, when do you need to pass it on from generation to generation?" Qin Teng is not stupid, he guessed that 80% of his sister asked her to take care of Zuo Qinghuan, and now he is going to push himself down.

"Are you going to do it or not?" Shi Yunyang's tone reversed from the hotness just now, but was so gentle that Qin Teng was a little frightened. Although this woman has a variety of styles, it has nothing to do with gentleness. It is generally a precursor to a threat.

"You are troublesome, and you dragged me into the water..." Qin Teng was dissatisfied. He did not approve of letting Zuo Qinghuan enter the Qin family last night. Shi Yunyang wanted to mess with her, and now she has to wipe her **** by herself, wanting to come. Qin Teng was also in a bad mood.

"Qin Teng, you have a handle in my hand, you can figure it out." Shi Yunyang hung up the phone in an unkind tone. After shaking Qin Teng's call, Shi Yunyang felt a lot of balance. She has the handle in Qin Banshu. In the hands, and Qin Teng has the handle in his hands, as long as Qin Teng, a versatile little brother, runs errands for him, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

Shi Yunyang's mood is good, but Qin Teng's mood is not so good. If Qin Teng can choose again, he will never want to have anything to do with Shi Yunyang, otherwise he won't have the handle to fall into that hateful Woman hands.

"Master Qin..." The woman next to Qin Teng reached out to touch Qin Teng's chest, and was pushed away by Qin Teng.

"Get out!" Qin Teng unceremoniously pushed away the woman who was pasting him, and got up and put on clothes as he resigned.

"This is your study?" Zuo Qinghuan asked, pointing to the next door.

"Well, do you want to go over and take a look?" Qin Wanshu nodded.

"Okay." Zuo Qinghuan walked in and found that this study is a little different from the study of Han Shibin's house. There are not too many antiques in it. Most of them are collections of books. The entire furnishings are very elegant and full of richness. It has a strong scroll atmosphere, but a picture of a lady on the wall caught Zuo Qinghuan's attention. Zuo Qinghuan looked at the person in the painting and felt a little familiar, obviously of the same type as himself.

"Did you draw?" Zuo Qinghuan asked curiously.

Qin Wanshu nodded.

"You like the people in the painting? Are there real people?" Zuo Qinghuan asked in a rather sour tone, don't end up being just a substitute.

"This was originally a painting from my grandfather's study. I used it as a copy material when I was young. I thought it was good and kept it. Only my grandpa knew whether it was a real person or not." Qin Wanshu replied truthfully.

"Take her off, draw it on me, and then hang it up." If you want to hang a portrait of a beautiful woman, just hang yourself. Anyway, I don't look bad.

When Qin Wanshu heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that Zuo Qinghuan was jealous. He thought it was a bit funny, but he really took the painting off.

Zuo Qinghuan said casually, but he didn't expect Qin Wanshu to take it off so easily, which was a little surprised.

"Will you really paint me and hang it on the wall?" Zuo Qinghuan asked curiously.

"No." Qin Wanshu didn't think it was a good suggestion to draw Zuo Qinghuan and hang it on the wall.

"Why?" Zuo Qinghuan asked non-compliantly, couldn't he meet the requirements?

"The painting is not as vivid as the real person." Qin Wanshu answered earnestly. Zuo Qinghuan was very satisfied with this answer.

Qin Teng warmly hugged the door of the Qin family where a woman had left. Because the woman’s face was buried on Qin Teng’s chest and her hair was scattered, it was not surprising that almost no one could see the woman’s appearance. There are so many unreliable deeds of the son, but he thought to himself that if this was to be seen by the old man, Mr. Qin probably would have to be scolded again, after all, every time he saw Qin Teng, the old man would have to scold him.

Although he only asked Qin Teng to act as cover, Qin Wanshu looked at Qin Teng and Zuo Qinghuan as close together, knowing that it was fake, but still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but was soon suppressed by Qin Wanshu.

Zuo Qinghuan was even more uncomfortable. Zuo Qinghuan kept his body away from Qin Teng as much as possible. Zuo Qinghuan didn't want to see Qin Teng at all, and didn't want to be so close to Qin Teng.

Qin Teng was not willing to come, and naturally looked at Zuo Qinghuan without a good face. It was just a pheasant. Do I need my sister to do so for her?

Zuo Qinghuan felt that being with Qin Teng was a kind of torture. Fortunately, after leaving Qin's house, Qin Teng answered the phone and left, and did not have time to personally attack him, which made Zuo Qinghuan a great luck.

Zuo Qinghuan went back to change a set of clothes and then went to the coffee shop. She couldn't help raising her mouth when she thought of spending a sweet night with Qin Wanshu yesterday, and she was in a good mood all day.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly. Zuo Qinghuan thought it was Qin Wanshu's call. He didn't even look at it. He couldn't wait to pick it up, but he didn't realize that it was an unfamiliar call.

"Is it Xiaohuan?" Zuo Qinghuan was taken aback by the familiar and unfamiliar voice, but didn't answer for a while. Aunt Xiao was so supernatural that she could even find out her mobile phone number.

"Your mother is in the hospital now, with advanced cervical cancer. It's not long. You have time to come and see her."

"Which hospital is she in?" Zuo Qinghuan's lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time before she asked with difficulty.

"Aunt Xiao." So far, Zuo Qinghuan has only two women shocked Zuo Qinghuan, one is Qin Wanshu, and the other is the woman in front of her called Aunt Xiao. This woman is a completely different type from Qin Wanshu, with a little bit of attention. Charming, with the wisdom and maturity after the vicissitudes of life, that is the temperament that has settled down through the years, she is a rouge-like woman who has been rolling in the dust for decades, and she has been called Aunt Xiao for many years but she never knows what she is called. Name the woman. Mother is one of the first batch under her banner, and she also danced pole dancing under her banner. Only by taking care of her in those two years can she escape from her own destiny.

"You have changed a lot, and now it seems that the original choice was correct." The woman looked at Zuo Qinghuan. Zuo Qinghuan and Zuo Yan look diametrically opposite. Zuo Yan is too beautiful and too charming, and her eyebrows are too charming. That face is doomed to the fate of living in the red dust, and Zuo Qinghuan does not look like her mother at all, but he looks supernatural, a very resilient child, unwilling to fate, but also quite intelligent, not in vain. Among so many girls back then, she took care of her the most.

"Aunt Xiao has not changed at all, and the years have not left a mark on Aunt Xiao." Zuo Qinghuan sent it out of feelings, not out of flattery at all.

"You and your mother are indeed different." The woman said with a slight smile.

"Fortunately, it's different." Zuo Qinghuan's most fortunate thing in her life is that she is not like Zuo Yan.

"She is like a child who will never grow up. She can no longer be responsible for her own life. How can she be responsible for your life?" The woman said lightly. Many times, she was always cold and cold outside of the matter. It is contradictory. For example, Zuo Yan, a woman who had been worthless to her a long time ago, still showed some kindness.

Zuo Qinghuan was silent.

"You go in and see her, I have something to do, so let's go first." After the woman finished speaking, she left the hospital. In fact, she was very busy and it was very rare to spare this free time.

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