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A warm hand was placed on the doorknob. He was originally going to push open the door and enter, but he didn't expect to suddenly hear such explosive news at the door.

The hand that was about to push open the door stopped in its tracks, and Wen Liang stood by the door, listening to the sounds coming from inside the room.

Qi Ye: "..."

Thus, after failing countless times, he got angry. Lowering his head, he bit his own father's hand.

He didn't expect that his age would be so good. With this bite, a bloody mark appeared. Qi Ye didn't push him away, but instead, bit on his lips in pain and loosened his bite.

Then, with reddened eyes, he looked a little guilty, but continued to say, "This is for my mother to bite you. I didn't even dare to tell my mother, if you … If you really. Can you not make my mother sad? I look so much like you, I must be your biological son! Just because I'm your own flesh and blood, can you not look for Yue Chan tonight? Daddy. Is it because my mother didn't want to give you a daughter that you came to find Yue Chan? "

As the little fellow spoke, he began to cry, crying in a very sad manner, "Look … I don't have a sister, do I? I still like my mother the same, Old Qi … You have no conscience, I'm so sad … Wuu, can you and my mother not separate? "I'm not a little tadpole, I still have to find my dad after I find my mom, wuu …"

Wen Liang was standing outside the door with her hand on the door handle. She was not going to go in.

However, when he heard his precious son crying so heartlessly, he frowned and pushed open the door.

She walked straight in front of Qi Zhifei, and with some unknown strength, she picked up the little guy, turned, and walked out the door.

"Mother …" The little guy kept sobbing nonstop. He felt that he was crying to no avail, but he couldn't stop for a while.

Therefore, while snorting, she said, "Mother, Zhifei is not crying …."

Qi Ye helplessly shook his head, he took a step forward and closed the door to the study, preventing Wen Liang and Qi Zhifei who were planning to leave home from doing so.

"Get out of the way." It was unknown if it was because she was holding Qi Zhifei in her embrace, but she felt that in order to protect the child in her embrace, she even had the courage to kick the man he loved deeply into outer space!

Qi Zhifei felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that mother had heard everything just now …

Seeing that Qi Ye had no intention to give way, Wen Liang turned and sat on the sofa with Qi Zhifei in his arms. This brat is quite heavy...

"Qi Thirteen, come over here!" Wen Liang put Qi Zhifei down, grabbed the pillow on the sofa, and threw it towards Qi Ye.

The nimble Qi Thirteen caught it and walked over to Wen Liang obediently.

Wen Liang was just a little angry. Regardless of whether or not he believed Wen Liang or not, at the very least, Qi Zhifei had seen it. It was the truth that Qi Ye and Yue Chan were still in the Zither Room last night.

He, the Qi Thirteen, was already such a big person. He was usually smarter than anyone, but now he didn't even know how to avoid suspicion?

Right after Wen Liang turned around and coldly swept a glance at Qi Ye, before he could even speak, this man threw his pillow to the ground and knelt down on top of it with a thump.

"Wife, I was wrong."

"..." What did he mean by immediately admitting his mistake?

Wen Liang frowned and said, "You admit your wrongs, what do you mean by that?"

Was he supposed to take off Yue Chan's clothes last night? Was it to tacitly accept that what Zhifei saw was true? Wen Liang's entire body felt his breathing tighten.

Qi Ye knelt there in a pious manner and said: "Yue Chan's clothes aren't good, I didn't do it on purpose. It was my fault for causing a misunderstanding between my wife and my son. "

"Are you trying to tell me that you did take off Yue Chan's clothes, but that you didn't do it on purpose? Is that so? " Her tone was surprisingly calm.

"Intense, truly intense! Are you trying to tell me that you fought with Yue Chan in the zither room in the middle of the night? The battle was so intense that you even ripped off her clothes, right? Do you think that I, Zhifei, am so easy to fool? "

Qi Zhifei: I might have been shot while lying down. My heart hurts.

Qi Ye kneeled straight, to be honest, he enjoyed watching Mrs. Qi feel jealous for him. The entire room seemed to be filled with the Mrs. Qi's deep love for him.

Wen Liang looked at Qi Ye, he did not have any expression of repentance, but instead, had a look of enjoyment on his face. He spat out a mouthful of blood and patted the sofa: "Are you done explaining?"

Qi Thirteen immediately held onto his wife's hand and shook his head. "I didn't finish my explanation. "Xiao Yue and I are not what you think..."

"Yo, Xiao Yue!" "You're calling me so affectionately!"

Qi Zhifei, who was at the side, weakly brought up his father's words. "Mother, this Old Qi calls you that too normally and you call me this too, have you forgotten?"

"..." Why didn't I feel that it was so ear-piercing before? But now, why is it so ear-piercing that I'm about to go deaf!? Wen Liang removed his hand from Qi Ye's and expressed his anger.

Although he enjoyed the feeling that the Mrs. Qi was jealous for him, but if the Mrs. Qi was too jealous, then it would cause huge trouble, so Qi Ye prepared to reveal the truth.

He stood up slightly and was about to take Wen Liang's hand, but Wen Liang turned back and shouted, "Kneel!"

With a "plop" sound, Qi Ye once again kneeled on the ground.

How could his wife coax him when she was truly angry? Waiting online was quite urgent.

Qi Ye's expression became serious, looked at Wen Liang and said, "The first time Yue Chan and I met, was at …"

"Get to the point!"

"I took the initiative to take her to the zither room last night..."

"Mom, this is for you!" Hearing that, Qi Zhifei took out a feather duster from somewhere and stuffed it into Wen Liang's hands. He then raised his butt and sat on the sofa, and sat down beside Wen Liang.

Wen Liang looked at the feather duster in his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Wen Liang was also sitting on the sofa. He did the same posture as Qi Zhifei, with his hands on his chest, as he looked down at Qi Thirteen who was kneeling on the ground. "Continue!"

After explaining what happened last night, he stood up and took out two tickets that Yue Chan had torn into pieces from the drawer of his desk last night, and said: "She rejected my suggestion, and is not willing to return to Switzerland first."

Qi Ye shook his head and told the truth, "No."

After staring blankly for a while, Wen Liang finally returned his gaze to Qi Zhifei and said: "Good girl, you're almost late for school. Get Steward Gao to send you there."

Qi Zhifei reluctantly looked at Old Qi, and then caressed the feather duster in Wen Liang's hands and said: "Mother, you must remember, you have a weapon. Zhifei will always support you! "

Qi Ye: "..."

Very good! He was starting to doubt whether this son was his own or not! However, seeing that he was anxious to protect his wife, he forgave her.

Only then did Qi Zhifei reluctantly leave for school.

Closing the door to the study, Wen Liang said to Qi Ye: "Qi Thirteen, tell me while touching your conscience that you have not lied to me!"

He didn't expect the man to touch her chest and said seriously, "If I'm lying, then thunder …"

"Can you be a little more sincere? A woman wouldn't believe in an oath like this eight hundred years ago!" Mrs. Qi's eyes were filled with disdain.

Mr. Qi innocently said: "I never swore …"

After some thought, he asked, "Then how can I swear that you will believe me?"

The corners of the little woman's lips curled up, "If you have even the slightest lie, you will never have a daughter in your entire life!"

"..." This wife of his was probably one of those two-dollar scraping prizes.

He solemnly swore, "If I had …"

"If I, Qi Ye have it!" Corrected by cooling.

"..." Qi Ye obediently corrected him. "If I, Qi Ye, ever speak the slightest of lies, I will never do so in my entire life … "Ugh …"

Before the man could finish speaking, the little woman had already wrapped her arms around his neck and tiptoed to block his thin lips …