Since his wife died, the father and son had a conflict and quarrel, and Qin Yu never called his father again.

Hearing this long-lost title, Qin Jiuxiao's nose was sour, and tears almost fell.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his emotions, he turned his face to look at his son.

"Are you okay?"

Qin Yu lowered his long eyelashes, and also cleared his throat.

"You, you go to bed early, too."

He looks like his mother, but everyone says he has a temper like his father.

Father and Son are equally proud and introverted, and neither of them wants to show their feelings easily.

"Okay." Qin Jiuxiao nodded, "You go to sleep." ”

Qin Yu walked into his bedroom and watched him close the door, Qin Jiuxiao sniffed and entered the study.

After taking care of his work, he passed by Qin Yu's room and noticed the light faintly leaking through the crack in his door.

Qin Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

This kid, can't he forget to turn off the lights?

Holding on to the doorknob, he gently opened the door, for fear of waking his son up, and the man's movements were also very light.

Looking through the crack in the open door, his eyes fell on Qin Yu, who was at the table and carefully reviewing his homework, Qin Jiuxiao was stunned, and closed the door lightly.

Creeping through the corridor like a thief, Qin Jiuxiao took off his leather shoes at the staircase, went downstairs wearing only socks, went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles, fried an egg and put it in the noodles.

Bringing up the hot noodles, he gently buckled Qin Yu's door.

"Little confusion, did you sleep?"

"What's the matter?" Qin Yu turned his face from the textbook.

"I cooked too much noodles, threw away the waste, served you a bowl, and you opened the door."

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows, quickly put away the textbooks and review materials on the table, and pulled the door open.

Holding the noodles in and putting them on his table, Qin Jiuxiao glanced at the extremely clean tabletop, and laugh lines flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, then you eat, I'll sleep."

Waiting for his father to leave, Qin Yu sat down at the table again, pinched his chopsticks and ate a few bites of noodles, noticing the fried egg pressed under the noodles, his hand holding the noodles stopped.

My father didn't like to eat omelettes, and he couldn't have made them if it was really his own noodles.

Obviously, this was specially made for him by his father.

In the past, when his mother was still there, he would always cook him a bowl of noodles and hide a fried egg that he liked underneath.

Imagining his father's clumsy cooking of noodles, Qin Yu sniffed, picked up a chopstick noodle and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously.

After eating the whole bowl of noodles and drinking the soup, he raised his face, rested his eyes on the picture of his mother in the corner of the table for a moment, relaid the book, and began to review it seriously.

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……

At this moment, Yun Ning has not slept yet.

After taking a shower, she leaned on the pillow, pulled her right leg with a cloth belt, and did muscle training one by one, but her mind was carefully analyzing tonight's events.

Lu Qi's use of plug-ins was exposed, and it was obviously arranged by someone in the back.

Who took those photos of Lu Qi trading with computer masters?

Could it be that the mysterious man is also the one?

How did he get these pictures?

There are too many doubts, tangled in the mind.

Yun Ning took the computer on the table, found the video of tonight's game, and enlarged the screenshot of the mysterious man.

The other party was wearing a hat and a mask, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, and it was impossible to see who it was.

I just feel that the eyes seem a little familiar.

His gaze fell on his watch, and Yun Ning's eyebrows jumped heavily.

Don't...... Is it a little uncle?!