The pheromone of the lop-eared rabbit makes the CEO really fragrant

The atmosphere at the scene was awkward and heavy. Qi Feng is a very casual person and can get along with anyone, but he just can't get along with this uncle.

Because just seeing his uncle's stern and serious face, his legs trembled with fright, and when he spoke, his tongue would get knotted, for fear that if he accidentally said something wrong, his uncle would shoot him down Lost.

It's not that Qi Yan looks terrible, on the contrary, he looks very handsome, but the terrifying aura on his body makes people ignore his appearance, and one can tell that he is not easy to mess with.

Qi Feng was thinking of finding some excuse to get away quickly, when a small figure suddenly appeared and went straight to his uncle.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but how could he feel that his uncle's face softened a lot the moment he saw the child.

The little boy climbed onto the man's lap and sat down, his little face red from crying was full of grievances.

Qi Feng broke into a cold sweat for the child, he dared to sit directly on his uncle's lap, and rubbed his snot on his uncle's clothes, he could already imagine that his uncle would strangle that little kid in the next second The neck said get out.

Qi Feng couldn't bear to see the baby he paid for to be sent to death like this, he hurried up and hugged the little boy off the man's lap: "Uncle, he is young and not sensible, I will clean it for you. "

With trembling hands, Qi Feng took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and helped his uncle wipe off the snot stuck to his shoulders.

Qi Yan didn't speak, and squinted at his blind nephew.

Qi Feng thought that his uncle was angry because of that little kid, so he knelt down as soon as his legs trembled, and begged for the kid: "Uncle, please let him go."

The little rabbit, who was pulled away by Qi Feng, stuck to the man again in a blink of an eye, and rubbed the tears and snot on his face to the man's face.

Just rubbing on the clothes was okay, but this time rubbing on the face, it's over, Qi Feng has already imagined the bloody scene of the child's body being sawn into five sections.

Qi Yan's face didn't change much, only when Qi Feng hugged the little kid away just now, his face changed a bit.

At this time, the old housekeeper handed over the handkerchief with insight: "Master Qi, wipe it off."

Qi Yan was not in a hurry to wipe the snot from his face, but first helped the little boy wipe away his tears: "Why do you cry so much, it will be disgusting."

Qi Feng was very surprised by his uncle's attitude, he stopped pleading on his knees, got up quickly, and quietly asked the old housekeeper next to him: "Why is uncle so nice to that child?"

Although the old butler has been by Qi Yan's side for many years, he still can't figure out what Qi Yan is thinking.

Qi Feng reasonably doubted: "Uncle, maybe he fell in love with that child."

The whispering between the two of them was overheard by Qi Yan.

The man's movement of wiping the little boy's face stopped, and his eyes changed from mild to sharp. He threw the handkerchief aside, turned his face away, and said coldly to the little boy, "Get out."

It was fine just now, but it suddenly went crazy. Qi Feng and the old housekeeper stood beside them watching with their hands in their hands nervously.

The little boy was not as frightened as they were, and still leaned on the man without moving. After noticing that the man's face was a bit ugly, he stretched out his little hand to touch the man's face.

Qi Yan grabbed the little boy's groping hand: "I told you to get lost, didn't you hear?"

The man's expression was too frightening. The little boy shrank his shoulders in fear and looked at the man blankly, but he still didn't get off the man.

Qi Yan carried the little kid down by himself, then walked back to the room with big strides, and dealt with the wound on his arm by himself.

After the man left, the little boy followed immediately.

Qi Yan knew that the child was coming, but he deliberately closed the door forcefully.

The little boy was locked out of the door. He stretched out his hand and scratched the door, whimpering and whimpering.

Qi Yan ignored the kid outside the door, took out the tweezers from the drawer, took out the bullet embedded in his arm without changing his expression, and then bandaged the wound himself.

He was used to licking his wounds alone, and he didn't want anyone to accompany him.

In the living room, Qi Feng was chatting casually with the old housekeeper.

When talking about the little boy, Qi Feng suddenly remembered something. He told the old housekeeper: "The kid is actually a defective product. His ears are not good and he can't hear. I forgot to tell my uncle about this." , When uncle is in a better mood one day, you can tell him about it."

He saw that his uncle didn't seem to like that child very much, and if he knew that the child was still a defective product, he would probably hate him even more.