Vicious male mate raises cubs online

When Tan Qing climbed into the passenger seat, she brought in a little scent of body soap.

The cool smell entered the tip of the nose.

He Yao turned his head very gossip: "Qingqing, did you sleep with my uncle last night?"

Tan Qing sat down on the passenger seat, pulled out the seat belt and fastened it on herself, shook her head and said, "No."

Butt doesn't hurt at all.

He Yao couldn't believe it: "No way, my uncle traveled all the way to sleep with you under the quilt?"

Tan Qing retorted solemnly: "No, we also ate fried chicken, drank beer, and discussed life and dreams."

He Yao: "..."

He Yao seemed a little disillusioned and fell silent, drove the car all the way out of the airport expressway, and then re-deliberated for a long time: "Then do you know that my uncle is rushing back this time because of his father?"

Tan Qing turned her head: "He Qi?"

He Yao was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "You know him?"

Tan Qing nodded, picked up her phone and started the game: "You know, isn't his father the commander in chief?"

He Yao paused for two seconds: "Then do you know that Uncle He saw the news about you and He Mingyu yesterday?"

Tan Qing flickered her eyes.

He Yao glanced at Tan Qing's expression, and continued: "Uncle He was very angry, he called me last night and asked me if the matter between you and He Mingyu was true, so I drove here early in the morning gone."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

Tan Qing finally met her long-lost rookie teammate Ji Yanxiu in the game today.

It was very difficult for the two rookies to meet each other, and they were scolded in the high-end game together horribly.

After He Yao finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds, patiently waiting for Tan Qing to ask him about the next thing.

The result was unpredictable for a while.

Turning his head, Tan Qing's fancy nine-tailed hero was being slapped to the ground by the enemy jungler.

It can be said to be very appalling.

He Yao couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, Tan Qing, I'm telling you something serious! Can you face the problem directly!"

Tan Qing lost and stood in the spring water with his teammates crying, and soon gave up struggling.

He put the phone back in his hands, raised his face, and said with an exploratory spirit: "Thank you for your hard work! Then what is the secret you told me before?"

He Yao: "..."

at this moment.

Aside from all profit factors, He Yao really sympathized with his uncle.

Beyond that, sympathize with another human being.

He Yao glanced at Tan Qing: "This is the secret I want to tell you. Although Aunt Liao is not against the matter between you and Uncle... But Uncle He has always hated such things, and this time he suddenly called Uncle When I go back, I think I want to find him a serious girlfriend."

"A buddy of mine in City J told me that He Qi personally visited the Bai family last night."

"Qingqing, aren't you worried?"

Tan Qing: "Hey..."

Tan Qing rubbed the tip of her nose, looked at He Yao in a daze, and asked honestly, "Why are you worried?"

He Yao was stunned when he was asked: "Aren't you afraid that my uncle will get married? Will you marry that woman?"

Tan Qing crossed her arms and thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out the relationship between these two things: "What does it have to do with me that he married Miss Bai?"

He Yao: "..."

He Yao was finally completely stopped by the question.

before coming.

He was very sure that Tan Qing would be nervous, would fully doubt himself, and would feel a great sense of insecurity.

After the result comes.

……

He Yao tried hard to find his own logic in the awkward atmosphere: "If He Mingyu marries another woman, then he will live alone with another woman and raise children. Do you want to be his lover outside? "

Tan Qing tilted her head, and said honestly: "Then if he finds another woman, I can find someone else too! Why are you waiting for him here?"

He Yao: "..."

The thinking of the two is completely different from the same level.

It turned out to be the same result.

He Yao choked for a moment, and finally turned the topic back to the main point: "That is to say, if there is someone better than He Mingyu, you will leave my uncle, right?"

Tan Qing opened her round eyes and pointed at He Yao: "I think you're playing tricks on me, you young man is very bad."

He Yao stopped the car and smiled at Tan Qing: "If not, I'm just suddenly curious about what you and my uncle will be like in the future."

The airport in city h is not far from the film and television base.

Tan Qing didn't like the smell of perfume on He Yao's car, so she pushed open the door to get out of the car just when the car was stable.

But just about to take a step.

He Yao grabbed his arm by the driver's seat: "Wait a minute!"

Tan Qing turned her head: "Huh?"

He Yao stretched out his hand to pull the car seat belt on Tan Qing's body for a while, and said worriedly: "The seat belt is hanging on a lock of your hair, what should I do?"

Tan Qing, who has thick black hair and is not afraid of baldness, shook his head carelessly: "Then just pull it off."

He Yao was speechless, and took out a pair of delicate scissors from the small drawer behind the joystick: "I'll cut these few, don't move."

Tan Qing: "Cheng Chengcheng, hurry up."

The small scissors clicked crisply, and He Yao seemed relieved: "Okay, it's untied."

Tan Qing, who has a lot of hair, doesn't care about her own hairs at all.

He happily jumped out of the car, and waved to He Yao: "It's almost time to start work, do you want to go to the crew to report together?"

He Yao shook his head: "I don't have a part to play today, I have to go have breakfast first."

Tan Qing, who ate a large table of French breakfast, was not hungry at all.

After saying goodbye to the free ride, I happily ran back to the set.

He Yao was the only one left in the empty SUV.

He sat in the driver's seat in silence for a while, then raised his hand slightly.

Between the index finger and middle finger.

There is a lock of black hair.

He Yao seemed to hesitate for a while, but still picked up the phone and dialed out: "Third Uncle, I got what that person asked for."

The man on the other side of the phone was obviously middle-aged, and his voice seemed unhurried, but he repeatedly told him twice: "You send it there yourself, don't pretend to be someone else."

After finishing speaking, I probably still felt that it was not enough, so I continued to add another sentence, "Be polite and respectful to the superior, do you understand?"

He Yao nodded: "Don't worry, Third Uncle."

"Well, when He Mingyu steps down from the stage in the future, the He family will naturally be able to take a share of your profits. At that time, you don't have to worry about your status as a trainee and your debut... If you want, you can also set up your own entertainment company."

"Understood, thank you third uncle."

"I'll give you the address, and you can drive there now."

"it is good."

All men in their prime.

Who wouldn't want to take the highest position in the He family.

Who doesn't want to be rich and have power.

Fame and fortune.

Who wouldn't want to give it a go.

The phone hangs up.

He Yao took out a few clean tissues, wrapped Tan Qing's hair carefully, and put it in a small pocket.

The address sent by the third uncle of the He family is in City H.

It was even less than 2 minutes away from the hotel where Tan Qing and He Mingyu stayed last night.

From the hotel to the surrounding commercial facilities are first-class environment.

Naturally, all the nearby houses are private bungalows.

He Yao navigated according to the address.

After turning a few turns, we drove into a very quiet all-villa community.

Count the house numbers one by one.

finally.

The car stopped in front of a detached villa with gray tiles and white walls.

All single-family buildings in this community will have their own private courtyards.

He Yao looked around, and it seemed that the private courtyard in the building in front of him was the most exquisite.

The green grass is neatly trimmed.

Although it is only early spring, several clusters of flowers are already blooming in the grass.

There is also an exaggeratedly large swing beside the pebble road.

Girly pink with sparkle and sparkle from head to toe.

He Yao almost suspected that he had come to the wrong place, so he took out his phone and checked the location again.

After confirming again, he stepped forward with a solemn face and rang the doorbell.

The intercom doorbell was quickly connected.

A crisp and pleasant neutral voice came from inside: "Is it Mr. He Yao?"

This voice really sounds too young, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a so-called expert.

But the third uncle has repeated it many times.

He Yao really had nothing to do, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Master Yan, I am He Yao. I brought you what you asked for."

The controllable courtyard door unlocked automatically.

The voice on the doorbell seemed to be in a happy mood, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, please come in. I'm in the backyard, you can see me when you go around the garden."

He Yao can be regarded as a descendant of a collateral branch of the He family. Although he naturally cannot reach the height of He Mingyu, his life is better than ordinary rich people.

Naturally, the villa area like this one often haunts, so I don't feel too uncomfortable.

But when you open the door and go in.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but He Yao always feels that the house is empty, and there is an inexplicable smell.

Like the smell of blood.

But this place is exquisite from the yard to the flowers and plants, and there is nothing unusual about it.

He Yao tightly held the paper bag containing Tan Qing's hair, and walked around the atrium.

In the backyard of a detached house.

A girl in a purple dress is...

Feed the chickens? ? ?

He Yao: "..."

A group of old hens strolling leisurely in the backyard probably noticed the intrusion of strangers.

Then the extremely unwelcoming Hengmei met coldly, and let out a cooing sound.

He Yao and the old hens stood facing each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

In the end, the girl who was watching the hens looking for food with great interest spilled the last handful of chicken rice.

Turning around, he showed a charming smile at He Yao: "Sorry, my sweetheart likes to eat fresh chicken the most, and I only raised a few chickens, did I scare you?"

Only then did He Yao realize that the person in front of him should not be the age of a girl.

Although the facial features looked young and beautiful, the look in his eyes was by no means what a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl should have.

But even so——

The man didn't look like a master at all.

He Yao has completely given up any plan to get any help from here.

Instead of continuing to waste time here, it's better to go back to the set to catch up with the show, and meet the fans who came to visit the set by the way.

He Yao handed the paper bag to the woman, and said politely and distantly: "Ms. Yan, this is what Third Uncle asked me to give you."

The beauty surnamed Yan raised her eyes and took the thing.

Then he picked out a fluffy smile, and said slowly: "Since He Laosan gave me what I want, then I will let him get what he wants. Mr. He Yao, please go back."

At any rate, he is a popular streamer, and he is a trainee, so he can see a little more than ordinary people.

He Yao stared at the person in front of him for a long time, and the more he looked, the more he felt a subtle and indescribable sense of disobedience.

He asked out of nowhere: "You don't know how to treat Tan Qing, do you?"

While teasing the old hen, the woman turned her head and gave him a coquettish look: "How can I not bear it."

He Yao paused for a few seconds: "What about He Mingyu?"

The woman brushed the maroon waves behind her ears, then hooked her lips: "I'm not used to seeing off guests, Mr. He, please do it yourself."

The hens who had eaten were driven back to the chicken coop.

The woman lifted her skirt, stood up, and walked into the room.

When he walked past He Yao, he was actually a little taller than He Yao.

He Yao waited at the same spot for a while, making sure that the so-called master Yan would not talk to him again, so he had to go back along the way he came, and left the courtyard.

boarding.

Halfway through the drive, He Yao always felt a little restless because he had never done anything wrong before.

He slammed on the brakes and parked the spacious SUV in a temporary parking strip.

The noon sun slanted in from the front, making He Yao a little disturbed.

After a while, he took out his phone.

After finding He Mingyu's name, he sent a message.

"Uncle, are you home yet?"

No reply was received.

The black phone vibrated a few times, and it fell silent in the empty bedroom.

The small red brick western-style building where He Qi and Liao Xian lived for decades was as quiet as the bedroom.

The guards next to the two commanders stood at the door, one on the left and one on the right, straight and straight, like green pine trees standing tall and straight in the snow.

Tan Jiji, who had grown up a little bit, drank a bowl of broth, then hugged his small blue bottle and drank half a bottle of fresh milk, then raised his head and looked at Liao Xian who was sitting by the side : "Rake rake, huh?"

Liao Xian subconsciously glanced at the study room on the second floor with the closed door, and sighed helplessly: "Sun and grandson, dad will come out in a while."

Tan Jiji seemed to be aggrieved, he lowered his head and hugged his old duckling tightly, sniffed, and remained silent.

In He Qi's study.

One of the old antique vases placed on the agarwood desk has been broken, and the other is also crumbling on the edge of the table corner.

He Qi raised the bamboo stick in his hand, and slammed it on He Mingyu who was silent before the desk, and said sharply, "He Mingyu! Is this how the He family taught you?"

"A 30-year-old man, fighting outside for a man? It even made the news and made the Guo family beg to come to me?! Are you the king of heaven?!"

He Qi is a veteran general who has been on the battlefield seriously.

Hand heavy.

He Mingyu suffered those blows, and the shirt on his body was torn immediately, and a few bloody cuts suddenly appeared, which looked very scary.

He didn't beg for mercy, but accepted it abruptly: "Dad, I'm sorry."

He Qi was so angry that he took a deep breath: "Are you still not convinced? Yes, I don't go into business. Your great-grandpa left you the entire He family. Did you make it like this?"

The blood on He Mingyu's body seeped into the fabric, and he didn't speak.

He Qi slammed the bamboo stick on the desk: "Don't do this with your father! Let me ask you, is it true that you and that male starlet are involved?"

He Mingyu straightened his back: "It's true, Dad."

He Qi was startled for a moment, before his consciousness could react——

He already picked up the paperweight on the table and threw it at He Mingyu.

After a very dull sound.

The paperweight fell to the ground with a bang.

He Mingyu swayed, and subconsciously reached out to support a desk.

Couldn't hold on.

The whole person fell down.