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Looking at this news, as soon as the news that Aunt Qin has a son was released, it was really hot news, and Ning'an City had not had a hot news for after-dinner pastime for a long time, and this really caused everyone to discuss it hotly.

"Aunt Qin, it's stinky and shameless, it's really vicious."

"This old woman, if you want me to see it, slash with a knife."

"I'm so angry, it turns out that she went back to the Qin family just to seize power, and suppressing Qin Shao like that is too much."

"I remember one time, with Aunt Qin here, Qin Shao didn't dare to speak, and he was about to explode when he thought about it."

As soon as the news was released, Aunt Qin had already been taken to the police station for questioning, and because she was poised to kill, Aunt Qin was also directly imprisoned.

At the same time, Qin Gu also learned from the mouth of the police that the news that she had a son had been known to Ning'an City, and she sat on the ground with a stunned expression, no, no, she had been calculating for so long, how could she be found out in the end

She also wants to give everything from the Qin family to her son, and she doesn't want to go out.

No matter how Aunt Qin yelled, no one cared, and when she was about to run out of strength to make a fuss, a prison guard took her out and said, "Someone wants to see you." ”

Aunt Qin was very excited, could it be her son or her son's father

But when she saw Qin Huailing sitting opposite, her legs were almost weak, and the smile on her face froze, how could it be him, and Qin Huailing's eyes at this time were cold and piercing, as if piercing her eyes, making her dare not look directly, this was a feeling that she had never felt before.

In the past, Qin Huailing always lowered her head and rarely looked at her.

She stammered and hesitated, trying to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

Qin Huailing's eyes were cold and cold, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Auntie, I came to see you, and I brought you my favorite food, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it in the future." ”

Aunt Qin's heart was pounding, and she felt that she was looked at by Qin Huailing's gaze, her whole body was cold, as if she was falling into the ice peak, she tried her best to show her usual momentum and said: "Qin Huailing, aunt is good to you on weekdays, what do you mean by this?"

"Aunt Ao, you treat me well, it turns out that assassinating me again and again is good to me, I have really seen it, is it that I am alive and well, my aunt is very disappointed" Qin Huailing spoke to Aunt Qin without anger.

But such bland words made Qin Gu more and more uneasy, and her intuition told her that Qin Huailing would definitely do something, "what do you want"

Qin Huailing stared at Aunt Qin tightly and said, "I will treat your son the way my aunt did to me, Ao, no, it seems that he is also my younger brother, although he is not surnamed Qin." ”

Qin Gu slapped her hand on the table all of a sudden, and the sound of shackles was driven, and she looked at Qin Huailing deadly, "You dare, you can't do that." ”

Qin Huailing patted her legs, and said to Aunt Qin with a smile: "Auntie, see it, there is nothing impossible, you can make a move on your own nephew, what do you say I dare not do, my aunt is listening to the news inside, I hope you can bear it in your heart." ”

Qin Gu wanted to grab Qin Huailing, her anxious chest rose and fell violently, wanting to stop something, but when she saw Qin Huailing pushing the chair and leaving, she could only scold, "Qin Huailing, you dare, what do you dare to do to him, the Yuan family will not let you go"

Aunt Qin's heart is most concerned about her son, lying there crying anxiously, what she wants to do most is to seek everything for her son, she didn't expect to hurt him in the end, no, you don't have to stop Qin Huailing.

"Qin Huailing, have you forgotten the Yuan family, Miss Yuan, do you still remember?" 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.