Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Su Qiao followed Rick, eating as he walked.

From time to time, she took out the drink that Shen Xiujin packed for her, took a few sips, and stuffed it back into her pocket.

When she reached the place, she had just finished eating.

"Mrs. Shen, please go in." Rick stopped at the door of a small castle-style house.

"Okay, please help me put away the plates." Su Qiao put the empty plate into his hand, wiped her mouth carefully and tidied her hair before entering the door.

Somewhat nervous.

I'm going to see my biological father.

"Ahem." Su Qiao coughed twice at the entrance. She heard movement in the room, like the sound of a book being put down.

Su Qiao suppressed her rising heart and silently told herself to calm down.

Isn't it just to meet a father...don't act like you've never seen the world!

She took a deep breath, strode in, and saw the man on the sofa at first sight.

Wearing a silver robe with gilded dark patterns, his face is deep and three-dimensional, unique to Westerners, and he is extremely handsome. He does not look older, but there are faint fine lines at the end of his eyes, which betrays the fact that he is not young.

Su Qiao recognized him at a glance. This was her biological father.

Because she couldn't see any information on this face.

As a mysticist, to Su Qiao, a person's face is an information map. She can see the outline of a person's life on his face, from birth to death...

But there are exceptions.

She couldn't see her own, nor could she see the people who were related to her.

The noble man on the sofa in front of me is obviously the latter.

Su Qiao brushed her hair from her forehead, and under the gaze of the Duke of Lance, she walked over and sat opposite him.

She thought of Xu Qinghuan's sitting posture, moved her butt forward a little, and sat halfway down, her hands resting on her legs in a regular manner, her back straight, and she seemed to be deliberately and artificially well-behaved.

She raised her eyes to look at the Duke of Lance opposite, who was also staring at her, but he didn't look particularly happy.

When the father and daughter met for the first time, their eyes widened and embarrassment flowed in the air.

Su Qiao: "..."

The Duke of Lance has been in a coma for twenty-one years. Could it be that his brain has been damaged by sleep and he has lost his memory?

Just when Su Qiao was thinking about how to start, the Duke of Lance suddenly sneered with unknown meaning and said something in K country language.

Su Qiao didn't understand, so she said sarcastically: "I'm sorry, I've only been in K country for a few days. I don't speak your language, can you speak Chinese?"

Mastering multiple languages ​​is a required course for members of the royal family.

The Duke of Lance narrowed his deep eyes. On that unique face, the fine lines at the end of his eyes were very interesting.

"You are the fourth in the past three days." He spoke Chinese in a nice voice, but his tone was not very polite, with a hint of contempt.

I had been in a coma for twenty-one years, but I didn't expect that the world outside was getting worse and worse!

In just three days, four women had come to seduce him under various pretexts! Intention to be his Duchess!

The first three are still adult women in their thirties, and the little girl in front of him... is old enough to be her father!

Su Qiao didn't know what was going on in his heart. When the Duke of Lance said that she was the fourth, her eyes widened suddenly and she suddenly stood up from the sofa, not caring about her image.

"I'm the fourth?!"

Her biological father is actually a stallion? ! !

Su Qiao's enthusiasm to recognize his father was instantly reduced.

Seeing the Duke of Lance sneer sarcastically, he acquiesced.

Su Qiao's face darkened.

In her heart, she felt sorry for her mother, Xiao Siyin. Although she didn't know what happened between their parents, Xiao Siyin suffered a lot after getting pregnant. After giving birth to her, she even locked herself in a nunnery for twenty years... …

On the other hand, the Duke of Lance was sowing seeds everywhere before he fell into coma, and when he woke up, he was still well taken care of...

The more Su Qiao thought about it, the more unhappy she became. She sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. She raised her chin at the Duke of Lance in a social manner and asked impatiently: "Then what do you think? What do you plan to do with the four of us?" How to arrange it?"

The Duke of Lance was almost laughed out of anger. The first three were scolded by him with a cold face and walked away in despair. The fourth one, on the other hand, looked menacing and started to hold him accountable!

The Duke of Lance has been the most favored son of the old king since he was a child. In addition to his extraordinary talent, he is proud and dignified in his heart.

If anyone else dared to talk to him like this, he would have called his personal guards and thrown him out by now.

But inexplicably, he couldn't get angry at the little girl in front of him.

"How do you want me to arrange it?" Duke Lance asked.

Su Qiao: "..."

I can’t stop talking!

She doesn’t want this cheap dad anymore!

Su Qiaopi said with a smile: "You can keep those three, I won't use them. I will treat him as my biological father who donated one sperm in twenty-one years and then died." It’s enough for me to have a mother.”

After saying that, Su Qiao stood up and left.

The Duke of Lance was so shocked by her words that his pupils trembled.

This is...his daughter? !

The Duke of Lance no longer cared about the royal manners, and quickly chased after Su Qiao in a somewhat embarrassed manner: "Wait a minute..."

But his body was still very weak, and he couldn't breathe when he was emotionally excited. He could only let the hem of Su Qiao's clothes slip away from his trembling fingers.

"wait wait wait……"

Su Qiao originally didn't want to talk to this cheap dad, but when she heard that his voice was wrong, she softened her heart.

She turned around and saw the Duke of Lance lying on the carpet, convulsing all over, one hand still reaching out to her stubbornly and eagerly, and an unarticulate sound coming out of his throat with difficulty.

"Lance!" The old king came over just in time. When he saw this scene, he was so frightened that his blood ran cold. He rushed forward to help his son up, but was stopped by Su Qiao.

"Don't touch him!" Su Qiao said in a deep voice, "Have someone bring an acupuncture kit over, quick!"