The conversation soon ended.


    The emergence of Qin Langjun is the end of this topic.


    But Wenni doesn''t seem to be a person waiting to die. Although he doesn''t say much, his sight always falls on him.


    Finally he sighed and said, "do you have to do this?"


    "Is my retribution not enough now, or do I have to lose Wen''s family?"


    Gentle with a bit of fatigue, the way she droops her eyes is more worrying than Xizi''s heart.


    But there was no response.


    The heart I picked up not only fell, but was a little tighter than before.


    Qin Langjun''s attitude didn''t change much. It was the same as before, which made me feel a little relaxed.


    But I have to admit it.


    Even though Wen Ni has done the worst things and even betrayed, I have to admit that she still has some influence on Qin Langjun.


    The lobbyists Mr. Qin deliberately sought were basically inferior when he just opened his mouth.


    Almost everyone was ridiculed in a few words.


    His face was really good, but few really dared to fall out.


    After all, now the Qin family can be regarded as one person, and chickens and dogs rise to heaven, and it depends on the Qin family brought up by Qin Langjun.


    No one is stupid enough to move the money tree.


    But it doesn''t mean that these people''s thoughts won''t hit me.


    It seems that it is because of the defeat of each war, and it also seems that it is because he has not been able to achieve his wish at all. Old man Qin, who used to sit there with a tight face, is not in a good situation now.


    The cough seemed so severe that the whole body was slightly bent.


    It seems that the strength of support has disappeared, and the originally hard spine, like an unbreakable backbone, has also bent down.


    I looked up at the people around me.


    Although Qin Langjun''s face was light and expressionless, the depth in his eyes was much thicker than before.


    His thin lips closed tightly without saying a word, and his momentum was heavy enough.


    There''s a depressing smell.


    Probably because of the flat food just now, or the gloomy atmosphere now, it was quiet. Few people came up without eyes and continued to talk about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet.


    His current mood is similar to those I have seen before.


    It was basically when there were problems within the Qin family that they showed their emotions.


    There are irritability and rejection, but there are also some different emotions.


    After all, the people of the Qin family are his relatives no matter what they say. No matter what they say, they are the family affection he once longed for.


    Unfortunately, driven by interests, few are sincere.


    "In fact, there''s no need to quarrel over this."


    My hand was bent and curled up in the palm of his hand.


    His eyes widened slightly, looked at him and said word by word.


    His hands are very cold, each finger tip seems to have endless cold, and his thin lips are also cold, as if he came out in the cold.


    "I give you more than this identity."


    He said.


    Nothing else, just that.


    I somehow understood the rest of the meaning.


    Just like the promise he made at the beginning, what he gave was not an empty identity, but the recognition and respect that should be given together.


    If I had been before, I was afraid I would have an incredible feeling of windfall.


    But now, the word Wenni is pressing on my heart.


    I dare not ask, if there are variables, what will happen.


    But suddenly, alone and brave, I also seem to have a feeling of fear.


    But I didn''t say that.


    Wenni has his own means to achieve his goal.


    But I also have the trump card of self-protection. The worst and worst result is nothing more than empty ends. I can''t get anything, and she can''t get anything.


    cause destruction to both sides.


    "Why did you hook my little uncle?"


    My skirt was suddenly pulled, and a milk voice sounded.


    Looking down, I saw a little boy in a small suit, with his cheeks bulging and a serious face.


    The young face tried to make a serious and distressed expression, but it had a sense of disobedience.


    "Are you a fox spirit, specially to cheat my little uncle? You''re a bad woman!"


    The little boy pulled harder, and his childish voice was higher.


    The tone was indignant, and the small eyebrows were frowned fiercely.


    Clean and clear grape black eyes, always looking at me.


    I laughed, squatted down and looked at him.


    Not much emotion.


    A child is determined not to say such words, then the remaining 90% of the possibility is what adults say.


    I just held out my hand and he opened it.


    The child''s hand strength is not very strong, but it also makes the back of my hand red.


    "Who taught you this?"


    Qin Langjun''s voice sank for a few minutes, bent over and said.


    Probably the reason for the oppression of this momentum. The little boy, who was still angry, shrunk his neck like a quail. His little body was even shaking and didn''t speak.


    The mouth is also closed.


    Just keep your eyes wandering.


    He seemed unwilling and unconvinced, and glared at me fiercely.


    It seems that he doesn''t like me very much.


    "Apologize."


    Qin Langjun said.


    Put your hand under the boy''s armpit and take him up.


    The eyes were even colder. There was no emotion on his face. He said word by word.


    The cool voice makes people feel cold.


    This is not a joke.


    When adults listen to this tone, they have to follow a layer of goose bumps on their back, not to mention children.


    In the twinkling of an eye, the child''s eyes were covered with a layer of fog.


    Wei chubba''s flat mouth, but he didn''t speak.


    Qin Langjun''s voice was a little deeper than just now, and he repeated what he had just said again.


    The little boy who was put on the ground looked at me reluctantly and whispered, "yes, I''m sorry."


    With that, his mouth shriveled and he cried.


    The chubby little hand kept wiping his face and said, "I didn''t mean it. I just don''t want my little uncle to get married."


    The choking voice was intermittent, and the heart of the little milk was broken.


    I took out a paper towel and wiped his face a few times.


    After wiping it clean, he put his hands behind his back. He looked very embarrassed. His mouth opened and closed quickly. In a very small voice, he said thank you and ran away.


    I got up in tears and laughter, but the child was like a shell and disappeared.


    When she got up, she looked at the warm and muddy eyes on the other side, and she smiled at me with unknown meaning.