Chapter 137

Qin Zong, without expression, grabbed the boy's hand and pressed it.

Young master Yan narrowed his eyes and buckled it.

His fingers rubbed in the man's broad palm. His handsome face approached him with three evil spirits, raised the wolf and showed him, "do you like it?"

It looks like you.

Qin Zong

He frowned.

In Yan Tao's heart, is he such an ugly wolf?

Lord Qin's cold eyes were filled with anger.

But his eyes were too cold to see the dryness. Yan Tao could only feel the temperature around the man falling again.

Master Yan shook his arm and thought sadly: it's over. His daughter-in-law is angry again.

The temperature drops and the eyes are cold.

This is the prelude to running!

Xiao Qi: Master, you must have given too few gifts.

Just a stupid and cute wolf. Lord Qin disliked it.

"Don't you like this one?" Yan Tao continued to steal money, touched the slender and powerful palm of Lord Qin, and said very domineering, "which one do you like? I'll catch it for you!"

The overbearing president's posture is really handsome.

It suck the girls next to each other to twist their boyfriend who doesn't give him strength. The eyes fly like a knife.

It's clearly written in your eyes. Look at others!

Look at you again!

The boys were in tears.

I caught you too!

Qin Zong looked at Yan Tao's small fighting eyes. Between the endless game of catching dolls and an ugly wolf, he chose the latter.

Two slender fingers grabbed the ugly wolf's ears. Qin Zong reluctantly ordered a cold chin. His tone was cold, and he spoke against his heart, "this one is good."

"No!" master Yan splashed out and took out the game coins. He was going to catch all the dolls and give them to Qin Zong.

Lord Qin

Slender fingers grabbed Yantao's back collar and pulled her away.

Well, since her daughter-in-law likes to go like this, young master Yan can only go from here.

Most of her body leaned against the man and let the man drag her away.

Yan Tao said she was very happy when she went shopping with her daughter-in-law.

There are many kinds of stalls on the streets of Australia. Yan Tao found a stall with a drawing board. The owner of the stall is a young student and brushes are scattered on the ground.

Yan Tao suddenly turned around, grabbed Qin Zong's wrist and went to the stall. He smiled at the stall owner, "can you lend me my Sketchpad?"

"Of course."

The stall owner was surprised by the boy's good-looking face against the sky, nodded and gave up his seat, "do you want to draw sketch or watercolor?"

"I'll do it myself."

Yan Tao sat on the pony bar, held the brush and smiled at Qin Zong standing upright, "wait for me, it'll be right away."

What did you say.

Gifts made by yourself can move people most.

Her daughter-in-law must like it.

I'm not sure. I promised her as soon as I was moved?

The young man sat upright, holding a paintbrush to sketch a man's cold, handsome and cool face on white paper.

Five minutes later, Yan Tao took down the white paper, thanked the stall owner and went to Qin Zong. The peach blossom eyes flashed more dazzling than the stars, "do you like the gift of reunion after a long separation?"

The white paper unfolds, on which is the Q version of Qin Zong.

With a few strokes, he outlined Qin's condensing atmosphere like ice and snow, but with two big furry ears on his head and a fluffy tail behind his back.

How to look, how cute.

There is a kind of fierce sprouting Qi.

Qin Zong... His eyes were cold. The boy actually painted him as a cat?

When he pulled the white paper, master Qin said in a cold voice, "the minors are going to sleep before 9:30. It's time for you to go back to the hotel."