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After Yan Ranjin and Yan Xuanchu looked at each other, they immediately walked away with Ling Ruifei as if they were carrying him.

Yan Zhiqing raised Yan Zhiru's chin with her right hand and forced her to look at her: "Ru'er, you're jealous!"

Yan Zhiru held Yan Zhiqing's arm with both hands and was excited: "So what? If you are thinking about her, why bother to come to me?"

Yan Zhiqing pried open Yan Zhiru's hand, and the force of his right hand increased a little: "Do you know why I was with her back then?"

Yan Zhiru's emotions continued to deteriorate: "Don't you like her? I'm just the one who interferes with you!"

Yan Zhiqing picked up Yan Zhiru and said, "How do you know, I really like her? I am with her just to cover up my thoughts."

"Can I let me go?" Yan Zhiru looked at the man with cold eyebrows in front of him, his tone softened, almost begging, "The first one belongs to you, this child belongs to you, let me become a monk."

"Ru'er, you really don't know what I'm thinking! I've clearly stated it so clearly!" A crazy smile on the corner of Yan Zhiqing's mouth made Yan Zhiru's heart chill.

Yan Zhiru closed her eyes and opened her eyes, unable to say: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, I know, I have no right to resist you."

Yan Zhiqing put Yan Zhiru on the bed and pinched the scepter for her: "Zhiru, you still don't understand me, why do you have no authority?"

Then he quickly walked out of the room and stopped looking at Yan Zhiru.

Yan Zhiru touched her forehead, it was a little hot. Forget it, she would better go to bed. She didn't want to think about anything!

On the other side, Yan Ranjin found an excuse to leave Yan Xuanchu and threw herself into her father's arms: "Dad, what's wrong with mother?"

Yan Zhiqing glanced in the room and said, "No, look at your mother, beware of her fever."

Yan Ranjin pouted and cast a spell to turn herself into what she used to be two or three years old. She climbed up along Yan Zhiqing's sleeves and finally lay on Yan Zhiqing's shoulders: "Dad, am I so cute?"

Yan Zhiqing looked at Yan Ranjin who treated her shoulders as the bed, and felt a delicate mood: "Be good, stop making trouble. You are not a child anymore."

Yan Ranjin crawled into Yan Zhiqing's sleeve with a proud look on her face: "No, unless you tell me what happened just now!"

As soon as Yan Zhiqing put his hand into his sleeve, Yan Ranjin appeared on his shoulder again: "Dad, if you don't say anything, I'll just linger until you answer."

"Jin'er!" Yan Zhiqing's tone contained a bit of anger.

"Dad...you said it!" Although Yan Ranjin was scared, she continued to pester Yan Zhiqing without intending to admit defeat.

Yan Zhiqing looked at Yan Ranjin coldly, then fixed her and placed her on the ground: "Jin'er, don't ask some things. Curiosity will kill people."

Yan Ranjin flattened her mouth, and when Yan Zhiqing left, she returned to her original appearance, took out a recording pen: "Dad's gossip is really something that ordinary people can see."

She played the recording countless times, but still couldn't hear anything, but suddenly remembered something: "What's the matter with my mother sleeping at this time?"

"Brother, my mother has a fever." Yan Ranjin grabbed Song Yuliang's hand and left, feeling a bad premonition.

Song Yuliang held Yan Ranjin down and instantly arrived at Yan Zhiru's room.

"I feel depressed, and I still need to treat my heart disease." Song Yuliang glanced at Yan Zhiru, and even saved me from taking my pulse.
Chapter completed!