Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

The old lady closed her eyes slightly.

At that time, both she and the commander wanted to prevent this ridiculous marriage.

But Yanxiu's scarlet and hostile eyes deterred her and the commander.

Because they know.

If this marriage is stopped, the man in front of him will collapse completely. At that time, no one can stop him.

He's gone mad.

"Qingqing, grandma came to see you. Are you okay where are you? Have you caught cold or been bullied? Grandma brought you a lot of paper money and your favorite food..."

The old lady spoke a lot beside her in a soft voice.

Only then did the long eyelashes of the young man beside him tremble slightly.

It seems that being called back to God by that title.

He drooped his long eyelashes slightly.

The beautiful and delicate face is cold and indifferent.

He didn't say anything, just stood there quietly.

It's been a long time.

The old lady said in a low voice and slowly: "Good boy, grandma misses you."

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After Zhao Qinlian came out from Paramount, he returned to the Zhao Mansion.

The young man was tall and slender, wearing a western-style snow-white shirt lazily, the neckline was open, and there were still hickeys left by the dancers in Bailimenli.

With a black coat hanging on his elbow, he put one hand in his trouser pocket and walked in with slender legs.

She is romantic and passionate, and her body smells like the perfume of a dancing girl.

The maids in the mansion all lowered their faces shyly when they saw Zhao Qinlian walking in, their ears were red.

Zhao Qinlian walked all the way in, not feeling at all that there was anything wrong with being disheveled and lazy, on the contrary, he was very interested in flirting with the passing maids.

Those peach blossom eyes were affectionate and playful, and the tails of the slanted eyes were slightly raised. The maids just looked at him, and couldn't help but leave shyly.

In this way, he walked all the way to the hall of the mansion.

It's just that Zhao's father was actually sitting in the hall.

Zhao Qinlian was stunned for a moment, then walked over casually, and sat casually on a mahogany chair.

"Why does father have time to sit here and drink tea?"

Father Zhao knew that his son had returned when he heard the footsteps.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, drinking tea lightly.

When he put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Zhao Qinlian, Father Zhao almost sprayed the tea in his mouth.

Father Zhao's eyes were burning, especially looking at the conspicuous red lip marks on Zhao Qinlian's face, it gave him a headache.

"Hurry up and wash my face!"

Zhao Qinlian was a little puzzled, "What are you washing your face for? Is there something on my face?"

"Look yourself in the mirror!" Father Zhao shouted.

Zhao Qinlian raised his eyebrows.

There happened to be a bronze mirror in the hall, so Zhao Qinlian turned his head to look for it.

Then he saw the conspicuous red lip mark on the left side of his cheek.

Zhao Qinlian wiped his hand calmly, looked down at the lipstick on his hand, and tsk-tsk playfully.

"I guess it was Baby Xue'er's kiss. Telling her not to leave any traces, but to keep them, is really disobedient."

The words are frivolous and not serious at all.

Father Zhao was furious when he heard that, he reached out and rubbed his temples, "I don't know what evil I did to give birth to your son. If you can restrain your flirtatious temperament a little bit, then Miss Shen's family won't want to divorce Hang yourself..."

"..."

Zhao Qinlian paused with his fingertips as he wiped the marks on his red lips.

He narrowed his eyes again and thought of the girl he saw outside the window just now.

"I don't know which woman can subdue you." Father Zhao sighed.