The old attack of rebirth is a sick and tender monster

Before Xing Chao was sent back to his home by the man, the house was already in chaos.

The old man saw his son disappearing right under his nose, he was stunned for a moment and then lost his temper.

Thinking that he has been in two ways for so many years, no little bastard dared to break ground on his head. Now that the end of the world has come, some people dare to touch his son in front of him.

"Go and find out, where did this letter come from." The old man's face was ashen, his eyes full of gloom.

The butler also had a solemn face, his long black hair was tied loosely by a hair tie and stuck to his back, and he stood next to the old man with lowered eyebrows, his eyes slightly lowered, and he took the blame on himself first without saying a word, the old fox one.

"It was brought up by a new mercenary at the concierge. I checked it and didn't notice any problems. This time it was indeed my mistake."

"I don't blame you." The old man immediately saw Xiao Jiujiu of his old partner, and he didn't care, he waved his hand, frowned and asked him to bring that person up first.

The man looked confused, but years of professionalism did not make him too flustered. He stepped forward, looked at the letter seriously, weighed it with his fingers, and said seriously, "Master, I haven't seen it before."

Although Xingchao always called him an old man, but in fact his old man was still a serious and beautiful uncle, otherwise he would not be able to find so many young mothers for Xingchao.

At this time, the old man frowned, his eyes were dark and cold, and his slender and vigorous fingers tapped on the pear blossom chair, which made people feel great pressure for no reason.

He said in a low voice and cold voice: "Empty talk is nothing, give me evidence, convince me."

The man who was called naturally knew that this man was not easy to fool. He was afraid that when he was about to talk nonsense, this man would blow his head off without saying a word.

The face became more respectful, "I have been guarding the east gate before, and I have never left. Those who walked with me can prove that you can ask someone to check."

The old man condescendingly nodded his chin slightly, and said to the butler beside him: "Ah Fu, go and have a look."

The butler, whose waist was always straight, bent down to his master alone, his long soft hair slid to his shoulders because of his movements, and there was always a soft smile in his brows, "Okay, master."

The old man has long been used to this person smiling warmly and like jade, casually picked up the porcelain cup, pressed his thin lips against the mouth of the cup and sipped it lightly.

In fact, he didn't worry too much about his careless little brat, that guy has already grown into a man who can be alone for his lover.

It's just that the daughter-in-law Xingchao found...

The old man rubbed his chin, feeling a little headache. The child looked fragile, and wondered if he could accept the sudden disappearance of his man.

This is not, say Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

The door of the attic room was opened, and one saw a handsome and handsome young man. He was wearing the shirt his son wore when he was in college. The blue and white stitching shirt made him look a little more blue. Astringent taste in it.

When the old man was young, he was a playboy who had been in love for a long time, and he could see Qi Muhe's scheming at a glance.

Boyfriend shirts, young elementary school boys.

But for young people, he can understand, he is not such a pedantic person, although Qi Muhe is indeed the type he likes, but he has never eaten grass on the edge of the nest, especially this is his son's object.

The old man withdrew his observing gaze, and only glanced lightly at the seat in front of him, "Sit."

Qi Muhe was not too polite, and sat down generously, but the sitting posture was so cute and cute, with both legs together, waiting for his head, and he would never look at places he dared not look at, just like him An angry little daughter-in-law who sees her in-laws.

The old man didn't dislike it, or rather, he was quite satisfied. A special family like theirs just doesn't like the sharp-edged type, but it's easier to control like this.

He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said slowly, "I have something to tell you."

Qi Muhe became extremely vigilant in an instant, watching the old man without leaving a trace, for fear that he would suddenly pull out a dozen checks (crossed out) for supplies from somewhere.

Before the apocalypse came, he always thought that they were following the new media sweet stories of scientists and mercenaries, and all they needed was sweetness and affection every day.

After the apocalypse came, he thought they were following the down-to-earth sweet end-of-the-world sweet article of "The Cruel Boss's Delicate Old Gong", and he only needed to complete the two things of writing and "doing" every day.

After Xingchao took him home, the truth told him cruelly that they might now be on the scene of the wealthy sweet pet article of "The White Rabbit Lover of the Prince of X".

That's right, in Qi Muhe's eyes, no matter what the content is, the plot must be sweet.

But now Qi Muhe had never read this type of routine, so when Xingchao went downstairs to eat, Qi Muhe took out his small computer, opened the ten g novel, and studied this type of article.

According to the usual practice, Xingchao's father either threatened him with his life to break up, or paid him to get out of the house.

Although the old man seemed very satisfied with him yesterday, Xingchao was there at the time, and he had never seen any elder who gave a big gold chain as a meeting gift. Lovers play.

This made Qi Muhe very wronged, and in the next second he took off his dog-like suit, dressed like a watery white rabbit lover, and went downstairs in a buoyant manner.

Along the way, many servants really looked at him: Look, that is the little lover brought back by the prince, and it is still wearing the clothes of the prince, the ring marks on the neck are exposed, in broad daylight, shame Shame.

Qi Muhe immediately glanced over coldly, raised his chin slightly, and said in a tone of voice, "What are you looking at, I haven't seen the little fairy boy before."

His expression was cold and arrogant, just like the vicious supporting actor in the TV series who couldn't survive the third level.

Servants: ...!

Servants: Tsk tsk tsk, they dared to be so arrogant when they came here last time, and now the grass on the grave is three meters high, and they just floated away after being favored.

Qi Muhe: Hee hee hee.

Facing the old man with a strange expression at this time, Qi Muhe fully showed that as a "heroine", he was facing this situation.

He frowned slightly, his misty and wet phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and his voice was trembling, "Yes, did something happen to Xingchao?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect him to guess. He clasped his knuckle fingers together, hesitated and said: "There is indeed something wrong with him."

Qi Muhe: "..." I meant to wait for you to lose the money, did you really lose my wife?

However, he still trusted Xingchao's strength, suppressed a little worry in his heart, and asked calmly, "Uncle, can you explain to me what's going on?"

There is nothing that cannot be said, the old man put the letter in front of Qi Muhe while talking about what happened just now.

The old man appreciated Qi Muhe's calmness just now. After all, this beauty should have a little bit of her own flavor to be more attractive.

Qi Muhe lowered his eyelashes, looked at the paper coldly, and felt an inexplicable feeling of disgust in his heart.

The patterns and styles of the letter paper are very particular, and they have been smoked with perfume, and they are folded squarely without any corners. When you open it, you can see the four words "I invite you to see me" written on it in beautiful cursive characters. words.

Such a particular look is either perfectionism or an expression of importance.

Qi Muhe pursed his lower lip in displeasure, what little bitch would dare to steal his wife? !

He put his hands under the table and clenched them slowly.

Gee.

"Ah chirp-"

The man nestled in the white space sneezed inexplicably, and the system immediately handed him a handkerchief considerately.

The man took it and thanked him, and when he was about to wipe his nose, he hesitated suddenly. He stared at the handkerchief silently for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to fold it into a small square.

Only then did he cover his nose with a handkerchief in satisfaction, then folded it again and placed it on the table.

The thin letter paper was placed on the pear blossom table, and white and delicate fingers fell beside the paper.

"I probably know the situation." Qi Muhe said lightly, "I believe in him and he will be back soon."

The old man snorted softly, "It's hard to trust you, are you not afraid that he will be fooled by something outside?"

"He won't." The corners of Qi Muhe's mouth curled up, showing a faint and comfortable smile, "He knows that someone is waiting for him."

Seeing him like this, the old man snorted again, how could he still be able to eat his son's dog food at his age.

"What is the master thinking again?" A soft voice fell on the old man's ear, and the warm breath was on his neck and ears.

He didn't turn his head, and waved his hand with a fist on his expressionless face, "Stop talking after you stand up, or I don't mind breaking your legs."

The butler smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to back away. He nodded slightly at Qi Muhe as a greeting and said, "I've checked, and it really has nothing to do with that person. It can't be ruled out that someone used his face to sneak in and deliver the letter."

The old man glanced at him coolly, "What do you think?"

The butler smiled slightly, although he was not young, but he still made people feel like a spring breeze, "I have already asked people to check for people with relevant abilities."

The old man snorted, and looked around his well-maintained face, "You are very clever in this kind of thing."

The butler was modest and let him see, "I'm just trying to figure out the master's mind, and then serve you better."

Qi Muhe watched the interaction between the two of them, and touched his chin thoughtfully, although, just, it always made people feel that they had an affair.