Yan Qingsi didn't hear Yue Tingfeng's words at all. She put the note into her bag, hugged Yue Tingfeng and kissed him on the face: "Baby, thank you..."
After saying that, he walked without stopping for a moment.
Yue Tingfeng was left to touch his face. After a while, he kicked off the quilt and turned over, burying his face on Yan Qingsi's pillow. How could he feel that his heart was beating so fast after just kissing her face? Woolen cloth.
This woman is so hateful.
Yue Tingfeng suddenly remembered something, sat up and took out his mobile phone to send a photo to Mrs. Yue.
Soon Mrs. Yue called.
"Son, are you sure you want to do this?"
Yue Tingfeng said slowly: "Mom, this must be done. When I go to play cards today, I must ask Mrs. Qin to show her this photo."
Mrs. Yue looked bitter. She had never done anything bad, but now she wanted to be the same as her son.
"Old Madam Renqin has a bad heart. What if she gets sick due to stimulation? I can't harm others."
Yue Tingfeng chuckled: "Don't worry, the old lady won't get sick. She will just call her eldest grandson back to the Qin family quickly, and then arrange a blind date without stopping..."
"Son, what on earth do you want to do?"
"Don't worry about it. It's a big thing. Mom, you must help me get it done. I'm hanging up."
Yue Tingfeng hung up the phone, feeling frustrated. Last night he got Qin Jingzhi drunk, paid a man to sleep with Qin Jingzhi, and then took a photo.
He didn't believe it. The old lady of the Qin family was not in a hurry when she saw this photo. When the time comes, Qin Jingzhi will be busy going home and going on a blind date.
I think you still have time to pester Yan Qingsi, so...
Yue Tingfeng got up to wash up and brush her teeth. When she saw herself in the mirror, the blush still lingered on her face. She proudly raised her chin: "Baby, hum..."
After Yue Tingfeng had washed up, he took out a large T-shirt made of Yan Qingsi and put it on before going out. He happened to see Qin Jingzhi, who had a bad look on his face and passed by the door with his assistant. He suddenly felt full of fighting spirit and leaned against the door frame and said: "Hey, not bad. Uncle, you got up so soon. I thought that an old man like you wouldn't wake up until the afternoon after a night of hangover. I didn't expect that the sword is still young. How about fighting again tonight?"
Qin Jingzhi's head hurt so much that it felt like it was exploding. No matter how good he was at pretending, he couldn't give Yue Tingfeng a smile when he saw him, especially now that he was coming out of Yan Qingsi's room.
Yue Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Uncle, what are you looking at? Look at this T-shirt on me? Yan Qingsi bought it for me, doesn't it look good?"
Looking at Yue Tingfeng's arrogant face, Qin Jingzhi felt that he had probably never seen someone so deserving of a beating in his life.
Qin Jingzhi really didn't want to talk to him, so he left with his assistant.
Yue Tingfeng refused to do as he wished. He closed the door and followed behind: "Uncle, do you want to go to the set? Let's go together."
"Uncle, you didn't rest last night. Why are there so many wrinkles on your face?"
"Uncle, you said you can't drink, why are you trying so hard? Tell me, won't I let you?"
"uncle… "
Qin Jingzhi finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Shut up."
Yue Tingfeng shrugged: "Uncle, as you get older, don't be so temperamental. It's easy to have a myocardial infarction."
Qin Jingzhi…
Looking at Qin Jingzhi leaving in the car, Yue Tingfeng whistled: "This is unbearable, and you still cry."
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Yan Tuhao: To treat a love rival with mercy is to stab yourself, uncle, don’t blame me for bullying the elderly!