So when Qin Sheng died, he was so crazy, and even wanted to kill Su Qi to vent his anger on his son, but he still underestimated Fan Mo, the little lady of the underworld, how could she allow a mortal to be bullied.

"The little lady of the underworld, doesn't she have the ability to take over the Yin and Yang shop?"

Fan Mo's cold tone suddenly asked, and his ink eyes and Su Qingyun looked at each other: "And now, the general trend is approaching, do you want the Yin and Yang store to decline from now on, or do you not believe in my ability." ”

...

No matter what kind of sentence it was, Su Qingyun couldn't bear it.

His body trembled slightly, and he suddenly came from the bed to the bottom, kneeling on his legs: "I hope that the emperor will forgive me, Su Qingyun is a mortal, thanks to the emperor over the years, he has been able to run a good yin and yang shop, but... It's just that for thousands of years, the Su family has no precedent for a woman to run a business. ”

"Since there isn't, let's make this one."

The cold and indifferent voice sounded, and the final word was final, and there was almost no room for any rebuttal.

Stretching out his hand into the air, a transparent thing suddenly enveloped Su Qingyun's whole body, domineering and strong but tolerant and soft, slowly lifting Su Qingyun's body from the ground, slowly, his body lay flat inside, and the wound that was still bleeding also stopped bleeding.

In another moment, the wounds all over his body were healing rapidly, and in just one minute, it was as if he had never been injured.

When Su Qingyun stood on the ground again, there were no more wounds on his body, and even his pale face gradually improved: "Su Qingyun Xie Emperor Jun, great kindness." ”

"Get up!"

The momentum of looking at the world emanated from within his body, as if all he had was compassion for mortals.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

With permission, Su Qingyun stood up from the ground, his eyes touched Su Qi's eyes full of complicated emotions, and the next moment, when he saw the photo albums scattered on the ground, everything was clear.

It turned out that she knew.

When he saw that Su Qingyun's life was not in danger, Su Qi breathed a sigh of relief and stepped in front of him: "Grandpa, all these years, you still have feelings for me, right?" Otherwise, why do you have so many photos of me since I was a child? ”

If you don't have any feelings, or even regard her as a dead star, why would you collect your own photos?

Su Qi's eyes were red, and she looked like she had cried, and her fist under her sleeve was clenched tightly, which stabilized her emotions: "In this case, why are you so cold to me, grandpa?" ”

Even...

She barely felt any love or affection from her grandfather.

Dry and peely lips, open and closed, Su Qingyun wanted to say something, but he didn't speak, but when he saw Su Qi's swollen eyes, he sighed slightly: "Alas... All these years, how can I not have any feelings at all, I just... I don't know how to express my emotions, as early as when you were born, I did complain about you, and even wanted to kill you, but after that, I found that everything was not like this, I wanted to be good to you, but I didn't know how to express it. ”

That's what led to... He missed a lot of Su Qi's childhood.

Later, when he wanted to be completely good to her, he found out that it was too late, and Su Qi, who was three or four years old, was even a little afraid of him, and he didn't even dare to talk to him, let alone be close to him.