Qin's father and son

Qin Lang and Fu Sibo were playing games, the game hall was crowded and noisy.

Fu Sibo didn't know what he said to Qin Lang, but Qin Lang couldn't hear him, so he shouted: "What are you talking about!?"

Fu Sibo leaned over: "Let me tell you! Next time I bump into that bald head teacher on the road, I'll cover him with a sack and beat him to death!"

In fact, Qin Lang didn't understand, and responded vaguely: "Yes, yes!"

After a while, when Qin Lang was fighting fiercely, Fu Sibo pushed Qin Lang, his expression was very strange, his mouth opened and closed.

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "What!? Banhua!? I can't hear you! Please speak up!"

Fu Sibo swallowed and looked behind Qin Lang, then gritted his teeth, pulled Qin Lang and whispered in his ear: "I say! Your father is here!"

Qin Lang was stunned by this voice, he didn't react for a long time, he just nodded blankly: "Oh."

Fu Sibo was also dumbfounded, did this kid eat the guts of his ambition today?But in a second, Qin Lang froze and turned his head to look behind him, jumped up in fright, and was about to run away, "Damn it, you didn't say it earlier!"

But before Qin Lang could get around the game console in front of him, he was grabbed by a hand, turned his head and met a pair of smiling eyes.

Qin Lang grabbed the strap of the schoolbag with one hand, and kept one foot in the posture of raising his foot to run, "Dad."

Standing at the entrance of the game hall, Fu Sibo looked at Qin Siqing with a smile on his face as a good student: "Then uncle, I'll go back to do my homework first. Goodbye, uncle."

"Yes." Qin Siqing nodded with a smile, "Go slowly."

Fu Sibo smiled cutely, and nodded hurriedly: "Yeah." After walking a few steps, he turned back when he saw that the newly bought game disk was not in his hand.Coming to Qin Lang's side, Fu Sibo said with a stiff smile, "Qin Lang, I took this game board back first...?" But his subordinates swiftly snatched the game board into his hands.But this pull, did not pull over.Looking up, I saw Qin Lang staring at him without saying a word. Fu Sibo almost kicked the kid unconscious, but Qin Siqing didn't dare to do anything wrong, so he froze again. He smiled and said: "Qin Lang?" His subordinates pulled the game board with all their strength, and finally snatched it away. Fu Sibo said obediently: "Goodbye, uncle."

While running, the wind blew up under my feet.

Qin Siqing has always maintained a gentle smile, the corners of her mouth are raised, and her eyes are soft.

Only Qin Lang can see the storm hidden under the skin from his impeccable face.Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders and stood beside Qin Siqing. Seeing that Fu Sibo had disappeared, Qin Siqing turned his head slowly, with the smile on his face still, stretched out his finger to caress the scratched red mark on Qin Lang's face, gently Nodding, with a soft tone: "Not bad, really good."

Qin Lang's legs trembled, he quickly took a step back, and stared at Qin Lang with a pair of round eyes: "Mr. Yang must have complained to you! This person is really annoying!"

Qin Siqing looked at his stubborn, tiger-headed son.In the end, he laughed out of anger, "It's really promising, go home with Dad."

After speaking, he took Qin Lang's hand. Qin Lang struggled, but he didn't break away, and his heart felt a little sour. The child without mother and grandma is so pitiful. This mother is a wolf father!

Qin Siqing didn't scold Qin Lang on the way back, Qin Lang was different, he didn't know what was going on in his head, he kept silent beside Qin Siqing and showed a very puzzling expression.Qin Siqing wondered, did he scold him or hit him? "What? Still going to cry?"

"I want you to care!" Qin Lang raised his head and glared at Qin Siqing angrily, changing his youthful and sad appearance just now, like a cat with fried fur.

When Qin Lang came home with a fragile and helpless heart beating wildly, Qin Siqing didn't hit him or scold him.Instead, he took out the prepared dishes from the kitchen and served them on the table, "Wash your hands and eat."

Qin Lang lowered his head to wash his hands, then sat down on the chair weakly, and looked at Qin Siqing with a posture of "kill or cut whatever you want".

Qin Siqing filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of Qin Lang, "You still pretend to be dead? If I want to hit you, I would have hit you already."

"Then what will happen to you?" Qin Lang raised his head and looked at Qin Siqing curiously, but after thinking that this kind of expression should not be shown at this moment, he put on a melancholy expression again.

Qin Siqing looked at him, without any smile in his eyes, with a serious expression: "Why doesn't Dad let you fight? Don't you know?"

Qin Lang looked at Qin Siqing suspiciously, thought for a while, stretched out his claws to grab a chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth: "Hmph, I'm afraid I'll lose face."

"Humph, don't use your hands! Use chopsticks!" Qin Siqing knocked off the chicken wings from Qin Lang's hand.

Qin Lang's face turned horizontal: "I'm going to hum, hum! I'm going to grab it with my hands! What's wrong!? I'm happy!"

Look, this is a typical case where the sun shines brightly.

Qin Siqing's face darkened: "Say it again."

"Father, you're swearing too!" Qin Lang pushed the bowl in front of him away.

Qin Siqing narrowed her eyes, "What did Dad say?"

"You said... um..." Qin Lang blushed kindly, but then he thought, father and himself are both men, why are you afraid to say it! ?So at the moment Qin Lang opened his throat and said: "You said a bird!"

"What bird?"

"That's the bird!"

"Which bird?"

"Small dick!"

"Oh, that's it..." Qin Siqing looked at Qin Lang with a smile.

It was only then that Qin Lang realized how naive he had just said, and instantly his face was as angry as a monkey's ass, "I won't eat!" After speaking, he ran upstairs slowly.

Qin Siqing took the green vegetables and put them into his mouth slowly, with the corners of his mouth raised, and there was an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Qin Siqing took Qin Lang to the head teacher to admit his mistake. Although Qin Lang was reluctant, Qin Siqing had to let him show his face.

When leaving the class teacher's office, Qin Lang held out his hand to Qin Siqing, "Look, Dad, he beat me with a stick this morning."

Qin Siqing pinched his paw and took a look. She didn't notice it this morning, but now she saw that it was really swollen.Qin Siqing couldn't help frowning, Qin Lang mistakenly thought that Qin Siqing was angry with him, so he quickly retracted his hands, "I'm going to class."

Qin Siqing looked at the figure of his family's bastard running away, usually as clever as a monkey, how could he be sent to the door for nothing.

But having said that, that head teacher actually laid such a heavy hand on a child.Qin Siqing's face was a little gloomy.

The big boy who fought with Fu Sibo was called Cao Dongdong, and the other one, Chen Xing, who was beaten up by Qin Lang and had a nosebleed. These two came here together. I heard that they were classmates before.

The reason why Cao Dongdong and Fu Sibo got into a fight was because of that little boy. Fu Sibo said that he was running towards the door and bumped into the one named Chen Xing. Then Cao Dongdong who was behind Chen Xing opened his mouth and said, "Little boy." Sibo was so angry that he fought with the two of them in the next second.

In the afternoon, Chen Xing came to the school alone with a hurt face, but the big man Cao Dongdong did not come.

When Fu Sibo's mother rushed to the school with her bag, she stood at the door of the classroom like a shrew cursing and asked sharply, "Who hit our Sibo!?"

Qin Lang put his hand behind Fu Sibo's ear who was sitting in front of him and whispered, "Fu Sibo, is that your mother?"

Fu Sibo's face was a bit smelly, and he gave a muffled hum: "Yeah." Then he said: "I told her not to come, don't come! I have to come! It's so embarrassing."

Later, Fu Sibo's mother was invited to the office by the head teacher. She should have talked with the head teacher. When the head teacher came to the classroom again, his face was pale.

Qin Lang asked: "Is your mother done?"

"Can we not get it done?" Fu Sibo shrugged, turned his head and said, "My mother is very protective of her weaknesses, she doesn't care about anything in front of her."

Later, when Fu Sibo's mother left, the head teacher stood at the door and stared at Fu Sibo with a livid face before leaving.

He knew a little about Fu Sibo Qin Lang's family, his family had some money, and his father was an official in the city, who would not buy some face, but his mother was really not flattering.

Qin Lang thought about it, and felt that Qin Siqing was better.

"Hey, look. The class flower in our elementary school." When school was over, Fu Sibo put a hand on Qin Lang's shoulder, and pointed to Xia Xiaoli who was going down the stairs in front of him, who was wearing a ponytail and wearing a white skirt.

Qin Lang snorted, "Wear a white dress every day to pretend I'm innocent, you're so stupid."

"No, I said, didn't you pay attention to her before?"

"Who cares, which eye of yours sees the young master? I care about her!?" Qin Lang retorted.

After speaking, he walked forward, bumped into Xia Xiaoli behind, and then ran away without a trace.

Xia Xiaoli, who was hit, fell unsteadily on the back of a boy in front, and the student crowd erupted in laughter.

Xia Xiaoli hurriedly stood up, her face flushed with anger, she turned her head and stared fiercely behind her, and met Fu Sibo who had a look of astonishment.

"Fu Sibo! You bastard!"

Fuck me, Qin Lang!You beast, do you still dare to play some new tricks! ?Fu Sibo took a few steps back and waved his hands: "This is definitely not me! I swear!"

"Bastard!" This time Xia Xiaoli just cursed with red eyes and ran away.Fu Sibo stood there stupidly, this is so fucking hard that I can't tell!

Qin Lang didn't stay outside after school today, he didn't eat anything at noon and felt a little hungry so he ran home.

When returning back, Qin Siqing was cooking in the kitchen, Qin Lang threw down his schoolbag and ran to the kitchen: "Dad, I'm starving to death!"

Seeing his favorite pickled vegetables and braised pork being fried in the pot, he stretched out his claws to grab it.Qin Siqing grabbed Qin Lang's hand and held it in his hand, "I'll eat later."

"Then I'm going to starve to death!" Qin Lang leaned forward, his mouth full of saliva, he was really starving.

Qin Siqing untied the apron and took off the glasses for Qin Lang to wipe, while picking up a piece of meat with chopsticks and delivering it to Qin Lang's mouth.

As soon as Qin Siqing's chopsticks came down, Qin Lang raised his head and picked up the boss with his mouth open, "Father, I want more, I want more."

Qin Lang closed his mouth to chew until his mouth was full of meat.

After the meal, Qin Lang slumped on the chair and hiccupped.After Qin Siqing washed the dishes, he saw Qin Lang watching TV with his eyes squinted. He remembered Qin Lang who always lay on his lap after drinking milk when he was a child, and wanted to rub his belly for him, like a lazy cat.

After taking a shower at night, Qin Lang got under the covers to play the game console, Qin Siqing asked Qin Lang to bring him a towel in the bathroom, Qin Lang reluctantly put down the game console in his hand.

When Qin Siqing took the towel to the bathroom door, he opened the door and appeared in front of Qin Lang naked. Qin Lang looked at his father's slender body and stared at Qin Siqing with wide eyes: "Daddy's is really big!"

Qin Siqing wiped her hair and wrapped her lower body with a bath towel, and suddenly took advantage of Qin Lang's surprise and hugged her.

Qin Lang was so frightened that he yelled and lay on Qin Siqing's shoulder, waving his hands and feet indiscriminately: "Put me down!"

Qin Siqing pinched the little brother under Qin Lang, "Qin Lang has grown up too."

Qin Lang's face turned red from being pinched, "You pervert! Let me down!"

Qin Siqing smiled lightly and hugged him to the bed, took out a ointment from the drawer, "stretch out your hand."

"why?"

"Nonsense." Qin Siqing stretched out his hand to hold his hand in his hand, smeared ointment on Qin Lang's unswollen palm, and then blew gently: "The next time I see any injury on your body, Dad will beat you to death."

"Hmm." Qin Lang perfunctorily burrowed into the cup again.

Qin Siqing lifted the quilt and sat in, then pulled Qin Lang out: "Don't play games, stick your head out."