Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Qin Wentao walked into the ruined temple cursing with a rusty hoe on his shoulder.

The eyes of the three were caught off guard.

Xiao Jiu searched for the character information and found him among passers-by A, B, C, and Ding.

【Host, he is the old gambler of the original owner, Qin Wentao. 】

To say that he is also lucky, he was suave and suave when he was young, and married a beautiful lady, but unfortunately he got involved in gambling later on, not only lost all his family property, but also owed a whole lot of debt.

He was kicked out of the casino several times, and the underground bank directly took away all the valuables at home if they could not pay their debts.

After that, Qin Wentao can win a small win when he is lucky.

After paying off all the debts, the people from the underground bank broke one of his legs and said harsh words. If he didn't pay off the debts, he would have to keep the other leg!

Recently, Qin Wentao has been very unlucky, and Qin Wentao overheard a beggar at the city gate saying that there is gold buried near the dilapidated Yuelao Temple.

I would rather believe it or not.

He rushed over without stopping, for fear of being caught first.

In the end, not to mention the gold, the ghost of the copper plate was nowhere to be seen!

When he was desperate, Qin Wentao saw the money-losing product of his deceased wife.

"It's really you, Yan'er..."

I haven't seen her for two years, this girl has grown a lot, and her face has opened up.

The moment he saw this face, the memory of the original owner being beaten and scolded by him automatically appeared in Qin Yan's mind.

Ever since he could remember, Qin Wentao had tried every means to sell her for the gambling money.

If Mrs. Huo hadn't repeatedly stopped and picked him up, the original owner might not know where he was sold at this time.

Unexpectedly meeting him outside the city, Qin Yan turned his face away, not wanting to see Qin Wentao's eyes full of calculations.

Just pretend not to know each other.

Best not to provoke her.

Otherwise, Qin Yan doesn't mind helping the original owner to settle the debt with him.

"Smelly girl, you've lived in Huo's house for two years, and you don't even know your father, do you? I think you're itchy!"

Qin Wentao was aggressive and wanted to pick up the girl.

If I didn't find any gold, I could at least get a bag of money by bringing this stinky girl back.

Huo Ting stood in front of Qin Yan wantonly, protecting him behind him.

"She doesn't want to go with you."

He had heard about Qin Wentao's "brilliant deeds" from his family, so he must not be allowed to take Qin Yan away!

"Heh! Brat, are you the young master of the Huo family? It's different to be born with a golden spoon in your mouth." Qin Wentao pointed at the girl behind him, with a fierce look on his face, "If you know yourself, get out here, don't let me do it myself!"

His tone softened a bit, pretending to be loving: "Yan'er, I have found a good place for you for my father. You will eat delicious food and drink spicy food for the rest of your life, so don't worry about it anymore!"

Qin Yan sneered: "A good place? Is it Yihong Courtyard?"

Qin Wentao persuaded: "I worked hard to raise you until you were eight years old. Yan'er was born beautiful, and she was carved out of the same mold as your mother. The mother of Yihong Courtyard likes to take in girls with good appearance. As long as you go, you will not worry about it." No benefactor, it will definitely be the top card of Yihong Courtyard in the future hahaha!"

By then, he will have a purse that can only fill a bottomless pit!

A daughter can't compare to a son with handles. He didn't like this child since he was born. If he killed his biological mother, he might kill him someday.

Raising Qin Yan is raising money-losing goods!

The water splashed by the married daughter will not be able to honor him at all in the future.

Qin Yan saw for the first time how thick-skinned Qin Wentao was.

"I lived until I was three years old by feeding goat milk to my neighbor's mother-in-law. For the next five years, I either punched or forced me to sell myself in a brothel. Have you ever managed me?"