Chapter 696

People in Tiezhang manor are all surnamed Qiu.

Locally, this surname is not a big one.

But everyone in this small city knows that people surnamed Qiu can't be offended!

Qiu Sanyuan is the owner of the manor. He is over sixty years old.

Although it has passed the age of 60, his temples have already turned white.

But Qiu Sanyuan's body looks very strong.

In the eyes, there is also a burning edge.

Qiu Sanyuan went through the long corridor and came to the door of his son's room.

He looked into the room and found that his son Qiu Qianshan was not there.

Qiu Sanyuan asked the servant who was cleaning the house.

"Where is Qianshan?"

"The young master has gone to the city."

After hearing this, Qiu Sanyuan frowned slightly: "his legs are inconvenient. Why do you go to the city?"

"It's like Zhang's son, who drives to meet the young master and says that he wants to introduce an object to the young master."

Hearing this, Qiu Sanyuan's eyebrows loosened.

His son is 32 years old this year.

Due to congenital diseases, two legs can not walk, very autistic since childhood.

Later, Hou Shuhao paid homage to Tiezhang villa.

Under the influence of Hou Shuhao, Qiu Qianshan gradually became optimistic and cheerful. They often went to the city.

It's not clear what they're doing.

But every time he came back from the outside, the gloom on Qiu Qianshan's face would be swept away.

Originally, Qiu Qianshan was a silent, gloomy and cold man.

But the arrival of Hou Shuhao completely changed him.

There is a smile on his face, which is getting better and better for his family.

Because of Hou Shuhao's hard work, Qiu Sanyuan made Hou Shuhao his successor.

At the thought of Hou Shuhao, who is gentle and modest, Qiu Sanyuan's eyebrows are full of joy.

There are such excellent talents to be their successors.

His iron hand villa will certainly be carried forward.

Qiu Sanyuan comes out of Qiu Qianshan's room.

Walking in the backyard, I suddenly heard a loud noise outside the wall.

Sounds like a woman's cry.

Qiu Sanyuan frowned slightly. He put his hands on his back and went out through the back door.

"You beasts! Give my daughter back! Give my daughter back

Qiu Sanyuan saw an old couple crying from afar.

Qiu Sanyuan's disciples surrounded them in the middle, one by one condescending and murderous.

One of the disciples said in a calm voice.

"I have told you many times that the woman you are talking about is not in our manor."

"Our young master never knew your daughter!"

Jo walked up slowly.

The look in his eyes gradually became sharp.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Sanyuan's voice suddenly came out, which frightened several disciples.

"Master, these two people are here to make trouble out of nothing. Let's just drive them away."

As soon as he saw Qiu Sanyuan, the murderous disciple immediately began to smile.

He spoke to the old couple in a more moderate tone.

"Don't make trouble here. Let's go."

"There's no one you're looking for in our villa."

During the conversation, several disciples would help the old couple to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Qiu Sanyuan came forward with a low face.

The old couple couldn't even stand in front of Qiu Sanyuan. They could only stoop and support each other.

The old couple bowed their heads and did not dare to look at Qiu Sanyuan.

Qiu Sanyuan seldom goes out these years.

In addition to going abroad occasionally, exchanging martial arts with foreign experts, I spent most of my time studying in the villa.

After so many years of contact with ordinary people, he found that people look at him in the eyes, only fear!