Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight: I accidentally slipped my hand
"I accidentally slipped my hand." Qin Ling's narrow peach blossom eyes bent, and she looked at Tan Zixin with a smile.
The undisguised contempt and coldness in his tone pierced people's hearts.
Tan Zixin couldn't help but stroke her forehead, and the viscosity of the blood made her extremely sober.
In an instant, her whole body was as tense as a stone, and her heart was sinking as if it was filled with cold lead.
Qin Ling hooked her lips and hooked her fingers at Wei Xinhan on the side.
"Send her to an insane asylum."
The woman's face was pale, and she stood there motionless, only to feel a cold sweat running down her spine.
"Nope! You can't do that to me! I'm your mother! ”
Tan Zixin screamed loudly, and the woman panicked like cold water poured on her body, slumping to the ground.
Wei Xinhan approached Tan Zixin, hesitated, and glanced at Qin Ling cautiously.
seems to be a little hesitant because Tan Zixin is a young mother.
"You're welcome." Qin Ling hooked her lips, and even her two thick eyebrows rippled softly.
Hearing the young man's approval, Wei Xinhan's originally hanging heart relaxed.
A pair of rough and powerful hands unceremoniously grabbed the woman's hair, tearing it and dragging it outward.
"It's really a pity that I don't understand at all."
Qin Ling raised her eyebrows and blinked her eyes stubbornly.
Wei Xinhan: "......"
I don't know who just smashed the teacup without changing his face......
The boy's indifference and ruthlessness undoubtedly woke her up like a basin of cold water.
Tan Zixin opened her mouth and was stunned for a moment.
Then she swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if her throat was dry.
As if he had mustered up enough courage, he shouted out in the loudest tone of his life, "You are not my child!" I'll tell you about your background, will you let me go! ”
Qin Ling glanced at Tan Zixin, who was full of anticipation, in surprise, and then smiled, "You are not qualified to negotiate conditions with me." ”
Wei Xinhan let go, giving the woman a moment to relax.
Tan Zixin took a deep breath, as if grasping the last straw, and glanced at Qin Ling with a complicated look.
"Actually, my child fell ill and died in the third year."
"Then I picked you up on a snowy day, and you had a purple jade pendant with a feather written on it."
"I'm afraid that the Qin family won't accept me if I don't have children, so I'll ......"
"So you don't know my true origins." Qin Ling interrupted the woman's words.
is not biological, no wonder this woman is so ruthless and ignores the original owner.
In fact, he never had much hope, and even if he did find it, he was only a blood relative of the body of this container.
It has nothing to do with him.
"Where's the jade pendant?" Qin Ling narrowed his eyes and asked nonchalantly.
Tan Zixin was stunned, subconsciously groped for the position of her neck for a while, and took off a purple jade necklace.
Wei Xinhan took it and handed it to Qin Ling.
Qin Ling glanced at it casually, and the feeling of touching the jade pendant was cold and refreshing.
A burst of warmth followed, surrounding the surroundings.
It's still a baby.
It seems that the life experience of the original owner is not simple.
Qin Ling's pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed into a slit and whistled happily.
casually glanced at Tan Zixin, "It's a bit insightful." ”
The woman smiled, and when she touched the jade pendant for the first time, she accidentally found that it actually had the effect of nourishing spiritual power, so she kept wearing it on her body.
Qin Ling played with the jade pendant in his hand, pulled out his cock and waved his hand ruthlessly, "Drag it out." ”