msmithbooks Chapter 1300 Can't Curse Yourself
Chapter 1300 Can't Curse Yourself
Qin Ziang opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a moment.
Then she showed him a disdainful look.
"You say you, every year, say that you don't live long, don't you still live well now?"
Qin Ziang crossed his hips and stared at him seriously: "But I still have to tell you, brother, you are fine and can't always curse yourself to death, what if your crow's mouth comes true?"
"Then you'll be an orphan."
Qin Ziang: ...
He froze for a moment.
Then he tilted his head and couldn't help imagining the scene.
In an instant, he only felt a sore nose and slightly red eyes.
Qin Junze looked at him.
"What, why are your eyes red?"
Qin Ziang held back his tears.
Can't cry, man can't cry!
Qin Junze closed his eyes.
"Don't bear me?"
Not to mention okay.
As soon as he said that, Qin Ziang couldn't hold back for an instant.
"Wow" cried out.
Qin Junze: ...
"You're not dead yet, why are you crying?"
Although the words were a bit disgusting, Qin Junze still stretched out his hand consciously.
She bent down and hugged Qin Ziang onto her lap.
He stretched out his fingertips and wiped the tears on Qin Ziang's face.
"Boys don't cry so much."
"I...I couldn't help it, when I thought that if you died, I would be left alone."
After speaking, Qin Ziang turned his head and looked at Qin Junze speechlessly.
"Isn't it all your fault? The boss is not young anymore, and he doesn't have a woman. Otherwise, I would still have a sister-in-law, and maybe a little nephew."
"I can die if I have a woman?"
"That's not what I mean... at least there are people who can comfort me."
Qin Junze snorted lightly.
"Those rouge vulgar fans, your brother doesn't like them."
Hearing this, Qin Ziang murmured in a low voice: "But the one you like doesn't like you..."
As soon as the words came out, there was a little silence in the air.
Qin Junze withdrew his fingers in disgust, grabbed his collar, and put the little guy on his lap on the ground.
"Stay away from me, crying dirty."
"Tch, I don't want you to wipe my tears. My hands are like ice cubes, and I don't feel comfortable at all."
Qin Junze: ...
He was afraid that he would be filial to death in advance.
Qin Ziang wiped away his tears, and after calming down, he took Qin Junze's coat aside with short legs.
Crawling onto his lap, she draped the coat over him.
"Wear more, you have been coughing a lot recently."
"Can't die."
Hearing this, Qin Ziang's small face instantly collapsed: "If you say the word 'death' again, I will get angry!"
Qin Junze: ...
The little guy has a growing temper.
Qin Ziang sat on Qin Junze's lap, looked at his handsome pale face, and sighed slightly.
"Actually, sometimes, I wonder if we were born by the same mother. We are not alike at all."
Qin Junze narrowed his eyes.
"Don't listen to other people's nonsense, you are not ugly."
"I mean I'm so cute, but you're so scary."
Qin Junze: "Get out."
Qin Ziang lay on his chest and yawned.
"Brother, I'm a little scared, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"What are you afraid of?"
Hearing this, Qin Ziang's eyes flickered slightly.
Afraid of your death...
"It's nothing."
He made a muffled sound, and the two small hands on Qin Junze's chest slightly clenched the skirt of his clothes.
Seeing him like this, Qin Junze narrowed his eyes.
"Well, don't wet the bed, though."
"...I haven't peed this year!"
Qin Junze hugged him, put the little guy on the bed, and after washing himself, he also lay down on it.
Qin Ziang opened his eyes: "Brother, please read me a bedtime story."
"Where do you get so many things?"
"But children always want to listen to bedtime stories."
Qin Junze snorted coldly: "There is no story."
"I'm ready."
Qin Ziang reached out and took out a novel with a fancy cover from under the blanket.
It was stuffed into Qin Junze's hand.
I didn't forget to say a thoughtful exhortation.
"Just start reading from page 30 of No. [-]."
Qin Junze took a look.
"99 Days of Falling in Love with the Cold CEO"
Qin Junze: ...
He turned the pages.
With a low magnetic voice, he slowly read out the contents of the novel.
"The man grabbed her throat with his strong hands, and said angrily, Xixi, you are mine. In this life, I will not let you escape. If you dare to run, I will lock you up and never let you go!" You are free..."
Halfway through reading, Qin Junze stopped.
Qin Ziang was listening with great interest, and looked at him with dissatisfaction for a moment.
"Brother, why don't you read it? Go on."
"Who wrote this novel?"
He turned to the cover and took a closer look at the author.
Wei Tu.
Qin Junze: ...
"When did Wei Tu publish the book?"
"It's been released all the time, but it's all at its own expense, it's not profitable, and it's distributed completely for free."
Qin Ziang urged: "Brother, what's the next content? Read it quickly."
Qin Junze threw the book aside.
"Too abnormal and violent, not suitable for a child like you."
After the words fell, he found that Qin Ziang was staring at him closely with his round eyes open.
Qin Junze was a little confused.
"what happened?"
"Brother... Do you really think perverted violence?"
"Ah."
"But..." Qin Ziang pointed at his little finger and whispered, "Wei Tu said that art comes from life, and the hero of this book is based on you."
Qin Junze: ...
He covered Qin Ziang's head with the quilt.
"sleep."
After all, he stretched out his hand and turned off the light.