Yantao was angry with old man Qin, which caused the old man to stare angrily.

The handsome boy, like a demon, slowly picked up the clear water on the table and lazily raised his eyebrows. "Old Sir, what about my family? Won't you hide it?"

Qin Yi slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea lamps on the table.

He yelled at the shameless little bastard, "my family!"

The roar made Yantao's eardrums buzzing. The boy slowly took out his ears and smiled, "it's your home now, but it's not necessarily in the future."

Qin Yi's eyes were as big as brass bells: "shameless!"

The boy gently hooked his lips and smiled lightly, just like the breeze blowing his face: "anyway, I can hold the beauty back."

"What do you say, old man?"

The housekeeper looked at his master, lowered his head and remained silent for two seconds, then stood up and crossed the table, "shameless little bastard, I strangle you!"

"Don't be impulsive, sir!"

The housekeeper hurried over.

Across the dining table, the young man's picturesque face burst into a faint smile. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned aside, "ah, you can't pinch it."

Qin Yi!!!

"Old master, you must calm down!"

The housekeeper hugged the old man who stepped on the table, "think about the third master and the second master!"

Young master Yan is sitting slowly, with a romantic and handsome posture. It's called a comfortable one.

Qin Yi barely pressed down the tumbling anger in his chest, covered his heart and suddenly smiled.

The old man looked cunning: "boy, do you want to see Qin Zong?"

"Yes."

The boy nodded.

Or she'll come in and do something.

"Very good," Qin Yi suddenly restrained all his anger. He raised his hand and ordered the housekeeper, "send him to Qin Zong."

The housekeeper hesitated: "old master..."

This, this is not very good?

The third master is kneeling in the ancestral hall.

Qin Yi looked back coldly. The housekeeper immediately stood up straight and restored his old-fashioned and calm appearance. He smiled and turned to look at Yan Tao. "Young master Yan, I'll take you to see the third master."

Qin Yiyan watched the smelly boy take away to the housekeeper, proudly drank a cup of coffee and snorted, "fight with the old man!"

You're still young!

"Young master Yan, the third master is inside. You can find him when you go in."

In that compartment, the housekeeper led Yantao to the ancestral hall.

The setting sun was setting, and the old house was picturesque reflected by the reddish setting sun. The boy put his pocket in one hand and looked lazily at the closed vermilion door, "right here?"

"Yes, young master Yan."

The housekeeper opened the door and looked at his nose and heart. "This is the ancestral hall of the Qin family. Everyone can enter except the Qin family."

"When the third master made a mistake, the old master punished him to kneel in the ancestral hall and reflect."

Yan Tao picked out a pair of bright peach blossom eyes, "Oh, that's right."

The boy's long legs moved and stepped over the threshold.

Almost as he entered the courtyard, the housekeeper stepped forward and closed the door.

At the same time, he locked the door outside and locked Yantao inside.

Yan Tao frowned a little, and the peach blossom eyes were slightly cool.

"Cough," the housekeeper stepped back and pulled out the key in a respectful voice, "young master Yan, this is the master's order. I'm sorry, too."

"Tonight, you can only spend the first night here."

"If you have any orders, feel free to tell us."

Yan Tao's red lips curled up: "no, I'm sorry. Tell your master and thank him for giving me the opportunity to share a room and bed with zongzong."