Lao Tzu is good to him

New York, Panshan Hotel.

In the huge room, a man was sitting sideways on the sofa by the window. His left hand was stretched out of the window to hold a cigarette, and the other hand was resting on the window lattice. The suit jacket was casually put aside.This person is Qin Feng who was "exiled" abroad by the Bai family.

The two people standing behind him are reporting work one by one.

Today in China is a good day for thousands of families to celebrate with lights all over the sky, but here it is a very ordinary and deserted winter.

"Mr. Qin, according to your instructions, we have checked the children with adoption records in every province and city in China one by one. Except for those whose ages do not match, all the list information updated this month is here."

"Hmm." The man looking out of the window responded in a low voice, and took a sip of the wine on hand.

In the flickering lights and shadows, it can be seen that it is a man with a very deep outline, with short chestnut hair, and his narrow fox eyes are slightly squinted, making the scalp of the person being watched tense, and his heart is a little scared.

The assistant took the documents from the detective and put them on the table. The two glanced at each other, sighed silently, and turned to leave together.

In the corridor outside the room stood a teenager in a fluorescent red training suit.Bored and leaning against the wall with his helmet in his arms, he watched the two come out and whistled, and said in broken Chinese, "Mr. Qin hasn't given up yet?"

The little assistant was so frightened that he quickly closed the door and ran over, "Little ancestor, Mr. Qin must not hear this."

The boy sneered, didn't care much, and switched to fluent English, "Then he has nothing to do now, can I go in?"

"Master An, I'm afraid Mr. Qin is not in a good mood right now, you still..." The assistant spoke, seeing the persistence in the young man's eyebrows, he didn't know how to persuade him.

The teenager is the number one star in their club, Eurasian, and an orphan.

Twelve years ago, he was pushed at the gate of the orphanage and bullied. He accidentally fell down in front of Qin Feng's car, and was taken back to the club to be raised by him.

He called himself Ann, and Qin Feng gave him a homonym, and the Chinese name has the word An.

Although An didn't go to school for a few days, he was extremely talented in racing.When I was a child, I often wanted to go to the training ground to touch the racing cars. The driving skills came from actual combat since I was a child.

He became an instant hit when he ran his first race the day he was 16.

At that time, Qin Feng personally said in the audience not to hold him in the future. The people in the club couldn't figure out his identity, but after all, he was a child brought back by the boss, and Qin Feng's occasional care made him more and more used to it. The more lawless.

"It's okay, it's good for him to be angry with me, I'm tired of seeing his expressionless look."

Ann stuck out her tongue and ran to knock on the door.

The whole club knows that Qin Feng will come to the hotel next to the club on this day every month to meet with the famous private detective.Over time, they also heard some rumors that Mr. Qin was looking for a child.It seems that he was taken away not long after he was born, and he is about the same age as An.

Mr. Detective looked at An's lively figure with a lot of emotion, "Do you think Mr. Qin raised Young Master An as his son?"

The little assistant shook his head, "I should still like it somewhat, but not to that extent."

He has seen how Qin Feng loves his nephew, if it is his own child, how can he be willing to let him participate in such a dangerous competition.

When An went in, Qin Feng was on the phone.

The boy had a gentle expression on his face that he had rarely seen before, so that he was stunned for a moment, and he stood stupidly at the door and couldn't move.

"Well, don't worry. I will go back to accompany you next month."

"That car, it's already booked."

"Do you like cars or do you like me?"

Qin Feng and Bai Xunguang are very close, even though he seldom returns to China in recent years, it doesn't dilute the connection between them.Bai Xunguang is afraid of the dark and lonely, so many nights when the family is alone, Qin Feng goes to accompany him.

This little nephew always likes to act like a baby in front of him, and even quarreled with him twice because he didn't go back to China, but he is also easy to coax, like a little sweetheart.

"That won't work, I have to finish teaching you."

"Isn't it?"

"No matter how much you act like a baby, it's useless. Be good. I'll give you another present on your birthday."

"Well, let's go play."

"Happy New Year."

Qin Feng hung up the phone, ignoring the people still standing at the door.

He crushed out the cigarette butt at his fingertips and loosened his tie, "Why is this coming, what's the matter?"

Seeing that he returned to his usual stern expression in an instant, An suppressed the jealousy and sourness in his heart, and said, "I'll invite you to the celebration banquet this weekend."

"I can't go, you can play." Qin Feng stood up, put on his coat, saw that he was not moving, and said with a serious tone, "Is there anything else?"

"It's rare to see my husband so happy. Who were you talking to just now?" Ann put the helmet on the ground and stepped forward to help him straighten his collar.The young man's stature has grown to the shoulders of a man, "Mr. refused my invitation for the first time, and I'm a little curious about the reason."

There was a hint of grievance in his voice, and his scorched brown eyes stared at the man without blinking, getting closer and closer to him.

However, the closer he was to him, the more obvious the jealousy and admiration in Ann's eyes became.

Qin Feng pinched his chin, took a serious look at this handsome boy, and said in Chinese, "You don't have to go to the next game, just rest for a few days."

"Sir!" An's pupils shrank, and she grabbed his hand suddenly, with a very aggrieved expression.

"There is no more chance."

He shook off the boy and strode away.