Chapter Two Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Six: Bastard Son Owes Repairs!



Ye Weilan looked at his son, and then looked back at Qi Ye, not understanding or not wanting to understand, what kind of dumb riddle the father and son were playing.

"Qi Ye, Xiao Jiu is still so young, don't teach him these ...... so early," Ye Weilan said softly.

Qi Ye glanced at the kid opposite: "Lan, this kid is very busy and so stubborn, if you have anything to say, it's best to say it now." ”

It's hard to find him every time.

"I ......" Ye Weilan originally had a lot of words, but now he couldn't speak.

Xiao Yechen looked at his mother, as if more than one person had said that once he followed his father's old path, his mother would cry to death......

Her expression seemed to be really sad.

A cold smile flashed over Xiao Yechen's white jade-like face: "Mommy, it's too late, Xiao Jiu is going to sleep, you should rest early." ”

Qi Ye lifted his eyelids, and his eyes were dyed with a cold coolness.

Xiao Yechen's finger to hang the video didn't press down.

He was rebellious, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of his father.

Qi Ye can give him all this, and he can make him have nothing again.

He is still too young, even if the natural opportunity is good, Qi Ye wants to repair him, and there is a way.

It was a mountain-like existence, the ultimate goal of his life.

Xiao Yechen's curly eyelashes closed, and her delicate little face showed an aggrieved look: "Mommy doesn't speak, baby is so sleepy......"

Ye Weilan looked at his childish expression, but he was not happy at all, his red lips moved, he couldn't say a word for a long time, and finally helpless: "It's not early, baby go to sleep first......"

Xiao Yechen looked at the two of them and hooked the corners of his lips: "Mommy and Daddy also rest early, good night." ”

After speaking, the immature little hand cuts off the video.

Qi Ye's gaze flashed with a hint of darkness.

Bastard kid owes repair......

Ye Weilan's eyes stared at his face.

Qi Ye casually turned off the light, he lay down and hugged Ye Weilan into his arms: "Didn't you say that you have something to say to me tonight?" ”

Ye Weilan lay on his stomach and didn't move for a long time.

The atmosphere in the room was inexplicably tense.

I don't know how long it took before Ye Weilan whispered, "It's too late, okay to talk about it tomorrow?" ”

Qi Ye stroked her hair and closed her eyes.

He didn't ask her what she thought.

She didn't ask Xiao Yechen about it thoroughly.

It seems to be a tacit understanding, and they try not to touch this slightly taboo topic.

With Qi Ye's pat, Ye Weilan quickly fell asleep.

He listened to her deep breathing and soon fell asleep as well.

The night passed.

For the next three days, the couple lived as if nothing had happened.

The three people who were "assigned" by Qi Dashao to do "hard labor" did not have such good luck.

Ning Yuan and Bai Yi were probably willing to receive the punishment, but as for a certain sassy bag-

……

At the entrance of the bustling university, a red Ferrari parked in the sky with a cool and cool bomb in the sky.

Leaning by the door of the car was a bewitching and handsome young man, dressed in coquettish and cool fashion, with his hands in his trouser pockets, wearing black sunglasses, and a typical gentleman's style.

The campus was originally a gathering place for the bloody plot of the domineering president, and the girls who were in the dream era looked at this windy sports car, their eyes were shining, and their eyes were like X-movies scanning the beautiful man in front of the car.

It's a pity that the onlookers don't have any pretentious emotions, and it seems that there is still a lot of distress.