The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

what? What!

Song Rong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief.

“What! What did you say!!”

Qi Yue poured himself a bottle of light liquor and pursed his thin lips.

From beginning to end, he ignored Song Rong.

The wrist bones are protruding, the appearance is stunning, and the chin is slightly raised.

This is probably what the Son of God is like.

Like a white crane on a high mountain, like a snow lotus on a peak, it is out of reach.

Qi Dong pushed the door open after receiving the order. The dark blue liquid was particularly conspicuous in the narrow-necked bottle.

The liquid is shaky and turbid and thick.

The daily infusion of medicine made Song Rong very sensitive, and he screamed like crazy.

"What are you doing? What are you doing! Get out of here!"

Qi Dong had a blank expression on his face and a domineering attitude.

They pinched his cheeks, forced the narrow-necked bottle down his throat, and forced the drink into his mouth.

When Song Rong rolled his eyes and almost suffocated to death——

Qi Yue slowly stood up and stood in front of him.

His thin eyelids were slightly raised, looking down upon me with disdain, like a god.

"My wife said, let you die."

Song Rong's eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, he felt his throat blocked.

It felt like there were several sharp knives stirring my internal organs frantically, or more like all the blood was sucked out of me by a juicer in an instant, causing my organs to gradually shrink and become fibrous.

"Ahhhhh!!"

His eyes were bloodshot and he was twitching and screaming in pain.

Qi Yue curled his lips slightly and turned to face Shen Lan.

"What do you think of the little potion developed by Qi Bei?"

Shen Lan, who was drinking in the corner of the sofa, had drunken eyes and laughed.

"Rubbish! How can this thing compare to the Shen family?"

As he spoke, he stood up, and his false pupils fell off at some point, revealing his gorgeous and noble amber eyes.

He staggered to Song Rong, his posture lazy and confused, he was really drunk.

In ten minutes, he drank more than two bottles of rare liquor.

Song Rong only felt that his internal organs were being kneaded together and crushed.

The pain twisted his old face and his teeth chattered.

Shen Lan staggered in front of him, his amber eyes narrowed and his lips opening and closing.

"My sister said you must die."

Song Rong's bones began to ache. His guess was confirmed and his eyeballs bulged in disbelief.

The unbearable pain made him open his mouth, twitch and twist in agony.

Shen Lan smiled slowly, and her red lips slowly uttered the words: "Your son is dead."

The physical and mental torture brought tears to Song Rong's eyes.

It turns out! Tong Yu is the daughter of the Shen family.

His son, his son...

Song Rong is dead.

Is Song Rong's son really dead?

Song Rong ran away at that time, and keeping him in captivity was not a solution.

Tong Yu arranged for people to release Yun Yan and Song Yu, and she did nothing.

Yunyan is the only servant in the Song family who does not despise or abuse her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have called her Aunt Yun when they met.

It was lucky that Song Yu could live to adulthood. Tong Yu paid for them to fly to Country M.

She didn't do it herself, but asked Shen Lan to do it.

Shen Lan naturally did as he was told.

But Song Rong... must make him die with his eyes wide open!

It was late at night, Qi Yue looked at the time.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Picking up the phone on the sofa, Qi Yue nodded to Shen Lan: "Brother-in-law, drink slowly. I'll go to sleep with your sister."

Shen Lan was suddenly awakened by this sentence: ???

He almost collapsed and screamed: "What the hell did you say!!"

The man's mouth curled up and his eyes turned red with anger.

That's his sister, woooo, his sister!!

Gently pushing open the bedroom door, Qi Yue saw the person sleeping on the bed.

She was sleeping in a horrible posture, holding his pillow in her arms, and her pajamas straps slipped off.

A small and delicate neck was revealed, glowing white in the dark.

Qi Yue's Adam's apple slid slightly and he walked away.

The moonlight shines through the curtains, and the girl's sleeping face is as beautiful as a poem, her peach blossom eyes are covered by thick and long eyelashes, and her nose tip is delicate.

Her long black hair spread out beneath her body, her pale pink lips slightly parted, her breathing shallow.

Like a well-behaved doll, stunningly beautiful.

Qi Yue stared at the person, admiring her carefully, describing her facial features with his fiery eyes.

As long as it's Tong Yu, no matter what her appearance or movements are, she can control him completely.

This posture is not good. She might fall down if she rolls over.

Qi Yue bent down and put his big hands around her waist.

I wanted to carry the person back to the right place, but I never expected to meet a pair of misty and tearful eyes.

The misty, cute and naive appearance reminded him of a greedy and sleepy kitten.

Tong Yu was so sleepy that when she saw a familiar face, she closed her eyes dazedly.

Subconsciously, she snuggled into his arms and rubbed her head against his chest.

"Well, why do you smell like alcohol?"

With the warm and soft jade in his arms, Qi Yue's veins popped up on the back of his hands, and he whispered, "I won't drink next time."

"don't want……"

Jiaojiao's soft voice was even sweeter than hers. She was a little less sleepy, but still had the urge to get up.

She sniffed his chest hard and smiled foolishly, "Smells good."

Doesn’t it smell good? Although the alcohol content is low, it is a bottle of wine that is almost a hundred years old.

The very faint scent of cedar mixed with the rich aroma of wine wafted into Tongyu's nose, and she felt like she was getting drunk.

He grumbled an order in a domineering manner: "You are not allowed to wash up."

She was going to sleep with him smelling of cedar wine in her arms tonight.

She was very annoying, nodding her head and her hands were restless.

The big hand around her waist suddenly tightened, and Qi Yue pressed his long fingers against her soft lips: "Tong Yu, you'd better not fall asleep later."

When Qi Yue came out after washing up, Tong Yu was sleeping soundly, hugging his pillow.

He was lying on his back, taking up most of the two-meter bed.

His messy hair was still damp, and Qi Yue's brows were deep.

He stared at the small space left for Tongyu and confirmed again that it was not enough for him to sleep.

After the marriage, the Qi family’s study and bedroom were covered with dust.

When Tong Yu was half awake, she felt someone embraced her.

His lips were pressed against her earlobe, his hot breath tickling her earlobe.

Tong Yu couldn't sleep because of the arousal and felt a little resentful.

The cedar wine aroma is gone.

The next day, Shen Lan had a new hairstyle due to his drunken sleeping posture.

Qi Yue's comment on this was: "Very handsome."

This made Shen Lan full of confidence, and he went to the hospital with his curly afro.

He laughed and had a complicated expression on his face. I still can't forget it. The drunk man hugged the door and screamed for his sister.

There is nothing wrong with Tongye's body, but her psychological aspect is a big problem.

Shen Lan's amber eyes flickered slightly, and he said to a psychologist, "Get out."

After the doctor left, Tong sat on the bed in silence, lowering her head and not daring to look at Shen Lan.

Tong is not from country Z, he has half country Y bloodline.

His mother's family made a promise hundreds of years ago.

For eternity, for generations to come.

Isaiah clan Yongzhong and Shen clan.

Tong was also a slave they carefully selected for Tong Yu, and had a very high status.

He was a prince of the tribe of Isaiah, the destined heir.

Born with blue eyes and face covered with centipede marks.

To show their loyalty, the Isaiah clan sent their noble little prince to the Shen family when he was two years old.

Tong has also undergone various harsh training since he was a child, training that did not care about his life or death.

His blue eyes are a symbol of his identity, and his face full of centipede scars is a fact that he cannot escape.