Chapter 1229

Black clothes and black trousers, just standing there coldly and faintly, is full of the spirit of killing.

It's like a frozen sword. The sword's Qi is vertical and horizontal, frightening others.

Qin Zong stood up with his baby in his arms and got up for fear of falling out of favor.

Proudly stepping on a confident pace, he wandered to Qin Zong's legs.

Rub a few hairs to prove that this shit shovel official is mine.

"Housekeeper, feed him some food."

Qin Zong spoke slowly, looked at the big tiger lightly, and said softly, "aren't you hungry?"

Chuxue, with the intelligence quotient of a four or five-year-old child, makes a difficult choice between shoveling excrement and eating.

But before it was decided, Qin Zong had long legs and walked to the living room.

In the living room.

Mrs. Qin was so worried that she was going to go out again. From a distance, Qin Zong came over.

The young man's face was thin and cold, and the outline was colder than ever.

The clothes are a little broad, the autumn wind blows, and the youth's clothes swing with the wind.

Young people's eyebrows and eyes are stained with frost, and there is no temperature in the Dark Phoenix eyes.

However, the temperament of ice and snow in the past has converged a lot.

It's like a sharp sword in the scabbard and returning to nature.

Mrs. Qin only felt heartache.

In just a few months, Xiao Zong seemed to be an old man who had experienced disaster.

There are no waves in your eyes.

"Small, small -"

Mrs. Qin began to call him. Her voice reached her throat, but her nose was sour.

The feeling of sour and distressed came up, and she almost burst into tears and cried on the spot.

Realizing the strong cry in his voice, Qin Shengsheng swallowed the cry back to his stomach.

She turned her head slightly and forced back her tears.

When Qin Zong stepped into the door, she saw more clearly her son's green and black, deep eyes and lonely and cold eyebrows.

Like a traveler walking alone in the desert.

Even if Qin Zong didn't speak out, Mrs. Qin felt his fatigue and pain.

"Mom," Qin Zong smiled with his thin lips.

"Grandpa."

Qin Zong said hello to old man Qin Yi, who was blowing his beard and staring.

Qin Yi: "hum!"

The attitude of not wanting to see is obvious.

Qin Zong

Mrs. Qin took Qin Zong and sat down. She was so distressed, "Xiao Zong, how can you be so thin?"

Then Mrs. Qin's tears were about to fall.

Qin Zong was helpless, "Mom, if I walk around, I will naturally be thin."

"Xiao Zong, tell me," Mrs. Qin suddenly took a deep breath and said seriously, "don't you want to live?"

Mrs. Qin grabbed Qin Zong's hand and increased her strength, "tell mom that mom and mom can bear it!"

Mrs. Qin's tone was firm.

But I didn't find my son's hand shaking gently.

"I don't want to kill myself yet."

Qin Zong: "Mom, don't think about it."

Mrs. Qin's lips moved, but she couldn't speak.

The more she looked at her son, the more she was distressed.

I'm afraid I can't say a complete sentence.

"All right, all right," Qin Yi knocked down the ground heavily with his walking stick. "It doesn't matter whether men are fat, thin or good-looking. What do you care about!"

"Xiao Zong just got home. He must be hungry. Go and prepare dinner."

Mrs. Qin couldn't help looking at Qin Zong again. Then she answered and reluctantly smiled, "Xiao Zong is waiting. Mom will cook for you."

Qin Zong nodded.

Mrs. Qin hurried into the kitchen, closed the door and covered her mouth.

Tears rustled down.

That's her son.

When I was pregnant, I was secretly plotted, resulting in disorder of internal power and cold Qi running in the meridians of the whole body.