Dressed in black and in black pants, he just stood there coldly, and he was full of murderous aura.

As if it was a sharp sword sealed in ice, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, terrifying to others.

Qin Zong stood up with the baby in his arms, afraid of falling out of favor at the beginning of the snow.

Proudly stepping on a confident step, he swayed to Qin Zong's legs.

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

"Butler, feed it something."

Qin Zong spoke slowly, glanced at the big tiger lightly, and said lightly, "Aren't you hungry?" ”

With the IQ of a four- or five-year-old child, Chu Xue struggled to choose between shoveling and eating.

It's just that before it can decide, Qin Zong has already moved on long legs and walked towards the living room.

in the living room.

Mrs. Qin was anxious, and was about to go out again to take a look, when in the distance, Qin Zong walked over.

The young man's face was thin and cold, and the contour line was colder and harder than before.

The clothes are slightly wide, and the autumn breeze blows, and the hem of the young man's clothes sways with the wind.

The young man's eyebrows were stained with frost, and there was no temperature in the dark phoenix eyes.

However, the temperament that seemed to be 10,000 years of ice and snow in the past has converged a lot.

It's as if a sword has been sheathed and returned to its roots.

Mrs. Qin only felt extremely heartbroken.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Xiao Zong seems to be an old man who has gone through a catastrophe.

There are no waves in the eyes.

"Small, small—"

Mrs. Qin opened her mouth to call him, her voice reached her throat, but her nose was sour.

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

Realizing the thick crying in her voice, Mrs. Qin swallowed the cry back into her stomach.

Tilt your head slightly to the side and force back the tears.

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

Like a lone traveler in the desert.

Even if Qin Zong didn't speak, Madam Qin felt his exhaustion and pain.

"Mom," Qin Zong's thin lips pulled away and smiled.

"Grandpa."

Qin Zong greeted the old man Qin Yi who was blowing his beard and glaring.

Qin Yi: "Hmph! ”

The attitude of not waiting to be seen, obviously.

Qin Zong......

Mrs. Qin pulled Qin Zong to sit down, feeling distressed, "Xiao Zong, why did you lose weight like this?" ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Qin's tears were about to fall.

Qin Zong was helpless, "Mom, when I walk around, I will naturally lose weight." ”

"Xiao Zong, you tell me," Mrs. Qin suddenly took a deep breath and said in a serious tone, "Don't you want to live anymore?" ”

Mrs. Qin grabbed Qin Zong's hand and increased her strength, "You tell Mom, Mom, Mom can withstand it!" ”

Madam Qin's tone was firm.

But he didn't notice that his son's hand was trembling slightly.

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

Qin Zong: "Mom, don't think nonsense. ”

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

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

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

"Okay, okay," Qin Yi slammed his cane on the ground, "It doesn't matter if a man is fat or thin, what do you care about!" ”

"Xiao Zong arrived home, presumably hungry. You go and get ready for dinner. ”

Mrs. Qin couldn't help but glance at Qin Zong again, before she answered, and reluctantly smiled, "Xiao Zong, wait, Mom will cook for you." ”

Qin Zong nodded.

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

Tears poured down her face.

That's her son.

As soon as she was pregnant, she was plotted, which led to the confusion of internal force, and the cold qi was running in the meridians of the whole body.