Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

After sending the person downstairs, Cui Sanning saw the man getting out of the car as soon as he got out of the car. After seeing him lock the car, she knew that things were not simple.

"What are you doing?" She stepped back and distanced herself, smiling and asking knowingly.

Quan Yu walked towards her unhurriedly and said seriously: "I think what you said makes sense."

"It's really troublesome to run back and forth, so I won't go back tonight."

Cui Sanning only looked at him, walking backwards in high heels without looking behind her. If she lost her balance, she would fall to the side.

But Quan Yuyan quickly pulled him back by his arm. He frowned and said, "Let's go well."

Cui Sanning put his arm on his arm and pretended to be serious: "My brother just asked you to send me back and stay overnight. Isn't that bad?"

Quan Yu pulled the person into the elevator and said calmly, "I have to prove something."

"What's going on?" Cui Sanning asked curiously.

Quan Yu looked at her sideways: "Think about it carefully."

Cui Sanning tried it but couldn't figure it out.

But Quan Yu soon told her.

He spent the night telling her why.

The veins of the hand pressing on the shoulder were distinct, and the moist and hot breath behind him sprayed on the neck. His ears and temples were rubbing together, and there was a tingling sensation in his earlobes: "I want you to try it, to see if I am from the older generation."

Cui Sanning also deeply understood what it means to have trouble come from the mouth.

I don’t know how long I have been struggling, but I couldn’t bear it anymore and begged for mercy: “Uncle, I was wrong.”

The person behind him was even more unhappy, and his hands on his waist tightened.

Cui Sanning wanted to turn around and hug him, but he covered her from behind.

When she went to hold his hand, she was forced to clasp his fingers and pin her down on the pillow.

He stubbornly called her: "Don't call me Third Uncle."

His sharp eyes became deeper and deeper, and the reddish ends of his eyes were stained with sweat.

Because of this, he would think too much, especially after what Duan Si said in the kitchen today.

Cui Sanning had already fallen asleep and wouldn't scream if he didn't let him, so she felt aggrieved and wanted to shrink into his arms: "Quan Yu."

What responded to her was more wild aggression and desire. Her collarbone was as white as snow, and a series of marks were left around the two cinnabar moles.

He particularly loved this place.

It's like a red plum blossom blooming on the warm jade.

The crystal clear white and the enchanting red are fragrant and fragrant.

The unbearable tears fell from the corners of his eyes and were quickly kissed away by the person in front of him. He said in a hoarse voice: "Sangsang, I'm sorry."

"not enough."

He breathed heavily, intermittently, both to comfort and to inform.

"Not enough, baby."

White and slender fingers rested on his shoulders, seeking stability

Cui Sanning couldn't understand how he could say he was sorry but then... make it worse.

He seems to have always been particularly strong in this matter.

Objection is ineffective, so we can only let it go.

Before Cui Sanning fell asleep, all he thought about was that he must not talk nonsense in the future.

Not to mention even to death.

…………

In the study, the assistant was reporting on his work. Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the study.

"Dad, my third uncle is here."

The assistant shut his mouth at the right time and looked at Quan Ye sitting on the sofa.

Quan Ye frowned subconsciously when he heard what his son said.

He went to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, not to mention that his younger brother never liked to talk to him, let alone visit him in person.

He motioned to his assistant to open the door.

At the door, the person who just knocked was Quan Ye's son Quan Tingsi, who is a sophomore and is two years younger than Jiang Xiannan.

Because there is no class today, I stay at home.

He was watering the flowers in the yard when Quan Yu came. When he saw Quan Yu, he put down what he was holding and walked over to say hello: "Third Uncle."

Seeing that he was holding a long suitcase in his hand, he took the initiative and said, "My dad is in the study."

He respected Quan Yu very much. For a period of time when he was a child, he and Jiang Xiannan were actually placed next to him for him to take care of.

But later he was brought back by his father, and Quan Yu joined the army, so there were not many opportunities to meet him.

As he walked inside, Quan Yu took the initiative and said, "I heard from your grandfather that you plan to go abroad?"

Hearing him take the initiative to ask about himself, Quan Tingsi was a little flattered and said, "Well, I applied to be an exchange student."

He is studying law. If he wants to enter the red circle, he must have better academic qualifications and platform.

He also knew that his grandfather and father actually hoped that he could take over the family business in the future, but he was not sure about his third uncle's thoughts and whether he would be the same as his grandfather and father.

He followed Quan Yu upstairs. In the silence, he suddenly heard the person in front of him say: "Since you have spent so much effort to choose this direction."

"Then do your best and use your ability to silence others."

Stopping, Quan Yu turned around and said, "Strength is the most useful thing. This truth remains unchanged from ancient times."

Quan Tingsi's eyes visibly froze, and for a moment the corners of his mouth raised: "Yeah."

He believed what his third uncle said, because the third uncle himself was the best example of the word "strength" in the Quan family.

Whether in the army or after he retired, the title San Ye in the circle was not because he relied on the Quan family, but because he controlled himself.

As my father had to admit, his prestige in the circle was far inferior to that of his brother, who was more than ten years younger than him.

Quan Tingsi will always remember that when he and Jiang Xiannan were young, his third uncle said that the Quan family's rich clothes and fine food should not feed stupid things.

His words made him more determined on the path he chose.

After the assistant opened the door, he looked at Quan Yu and said, "Third Master."

Thinking that he had something to talk about, Quan Tingsi handed the box in his hand to Quan Yu and said respectfully: "Uncle, I'm going down first."

Quan Yu nodded and took the box he handed over. The assistant stepped aside to make way for Quan Yu.

Quan Yu walked into the study.

Quan Ye sat on the sofa and his tone was not very welcoming: "Why are you here?"

Quan Yu put the box on the table: "I'm here to give you something."

After saying that, he didn't rush to open it and sat on the sofa opposite Quan Ye.

Quan Ye's eyes were full of dikes: "What?"

What kind of thing could he personally deliver? His back felt cold.

Seeing that Quan Yu had no intention of opening it, Quan Ye could only signal his assistant to open it.

After seeing the things inside, Quan Ye's face froze. He could probably guess the reason for his trip.

Yesterday, he asked his assistant again if there was any trouble with Quan Yu, especially with him and Su Mubai.

He thought that shouldn't be the case. The two of them hadn't fallen out yet?

As a result, they came to the door today.

Quan Yu crossed his legs and raised his chin: "You don't want to inspect the goods?"

Compared with Quan Ye's guilty conscience, he was calm and calm, and those who didn't know thought this was his home.

Quan Ye avoided the important and took the easy way out: "No need to test, everyone in the antique circle doesn't know the little girl's reputation."

"You also know that she is a little girl?" Quan Yu looked at him with an indifferent expression.

Quan Ye was choked by him and didn't know what to say for a moment.