Qi Yan picked up the rabbit's ear of Rongbao and played with it in his hand: "Why can't you dream of me?"
Rongbao shook his head stupidly and pouted his little mouth and said, "I don't know."
Just as Qi Yan chatted and had fun with Rongbao, the maid handed over a mobile phone that was ringing, and the screen showed that it was a strange call.
There are very few people who know Qi Yan's phone number. Generally, it is not easy to contact him. Qi Yan took over his mobile phone and pressed the answer button after hesitating for a moment.
A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, which showed a slight vicissitudes: "Qi Yan, come out and meet."
Qi Yan's eyes darkened and he didn't refuse: "When?"
The other party slowly reported the time and place in a lengthy tone: "At 8 p.m., Victor Century Hotel, No. 5 of the Western Restaurant on the second floor."
At this time of eight o'clock in the evening, Rongbao had not slept yet. Qi Yan wanted to postpone the time for two hours. He exhaled two words in an irresistible tone: "Ten o'clock."
The other party didn't agree, so he hung up the phone directly.
Qi Yan didn't take it seriously and threw his mobile phone aside. If the other party really wanted to ask him to meet, he would definitely wait for him until ten o'clock.
Seeing that Master Qi answered the phone, Rongbao put his little head up and asked, "Who did Master Qi talk to?"
Qi Yan said perfunctorily, "An old friend."
Rongbao was also relatively narrow-minded. When he heard that he was an old friend, he was sore and muttered, "Does Master Qi like him?"
Qi Yan picked up Rongbao's fleshy little face with a smile and rubbed it twice: "Why do you always ask like this?"
As soon as Rongbao sees who Qi Yan is close to, he will ask if he likes anyone. It's really a veritable little jealousy.
Because he still went out at night, Qi Yan had to coax Rongbao to sleep as soon as possible, otherwise he would not be able to get out.
At only six o'clock, Qi Yan went back to the bedroom with Rongbao in his arms. First, he went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, which helped him sleep.
When taking a bath, he opened a toy from the bath ball as usual. Rongbao slid around Qi Yan with a new toy and played very hard.
Qi Yan put a small shower cap on Rongbao to avoid getting his hair wet. Then he began to wash Rongbao's body. His hands with callus rubbed Rongbao's body everywhere, and every place was washed in place.
Qi Yan's hands are too rough, and he often grinds Rongbao's body red or even worn out. Therefore, when he rubs Rongbao in a bath, his movements are gentle and he dares not do too much.
Rongbao was very playful and uneasy when taking a shower. He slipped on Qi Yan with a small toy, and his mouth imitated the sound of the sports car: "Huhuhu..."
Qi Yan's abdominal muscles were like mountains and ravines. The little toy slipped from above like walking on a winding mountain road. It was very interesting. After taking a shower, Rongbao was still not satisfied. He was reluctant to put the to put the toy back on the shelf, but in the end, it was forcibly taken away by Qi Yan.
Qi Yan came out of the bathroom with Rongbao in his arms, looked up at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. Seeing that the time had come at 7:30, he quickly took him to bed: "Baby, it's time to go to bed after taking a shower."
Rongbao lay naked on the bed, revealing his little pregnant belly and radish. Now he is in good spirits and doesn't want to sleep at all.
After Rongbao lay down, his little pregnant belly seemed to be towering higher and higher, standing there like a hill, blocking Rongbao's sight and he could not see his little radish.
Rongbao wanted to turn over, but he couldn't turn over. He simply lay there, patted his stomach and said, "Master Qi, touch Rongbao's stomach."
Qi Yanzheng stood at the door and whispered to the maid to prepare a suit for him, which he did not dare to let Rongbao hear.
Although Rongbao looks silly and easy to deceive, he also knows that Qi Yan will go out as long as he changes into a straight suit, and he will definitely try his best to pester him.
After ordering the maid, Qi Yan closed the door, changed into a set of silk pajamas embroidered with Xianglong, and pretended to really want to sleep.
Qi Yan lay down on the bed, rubbed his hand in Rongbao's stomach, and urged again and again, "Baby, it's time to sleep."
Rongbao didn't want to sleep yet. He was restless with a big belly and twisted around in the quilt.
Rongbao usually goes to bed at ten o'clock, but now he is allowed to sleep at less than eight o'clock. It's really too embarrassing.
Qi Yan looked at the time from time to time. In a blink of an eye, it was past eight o'clock, but Rongbao was still very energetic. He lay down and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and boredly counted how many small light bulbs there were: "1...6...1...2...9...1..."
Rongbao doesn't recognize all the numbers, so it's all random numbers. Say all the numbers he can say, and then repeat, this is Rongbao's way of counting.
Qi Yan listened helplessly. If he didn't know a little, Rongbao could not sleep, so he had to wait slowly.
After counting for half an hour, Rongbao was not sleepy. Qi Yan was sleepy. He closed his eyes and squinted for more than ten minutes. When he opened his eyes, it was already nine o'clock. It was more than an hour before the agreed eight o'clock. I don't know if the other party was anxious or had left.
Finally, it was ten o'clock, and Rongbao fell asleep.
Qi Yan got up, put on the suit prepared in advance by the maid, and rushed to the Victor Hotel.
It was almost eleven o'clock before Qi Yan arrived at the restaurant. The western restaurant was only open until twelve o'clock, and there was still an hour left.
After Qi Yan entered the restaurant, his eyes glanced directly at the No. 5 table. It was a window position, where he could see the river scenery and the lights of thousands of families in the distance, and there was already someone in that position, a man in a brown windbreaker and a high hat.
Qi Yan walked towards the man. After hearing the footsteps, the man's eyes looking out of the window slowly turned around, and there was a brief confrontation between the two.
Qi Yan pulled up the chair and sat down and asked, "What are you looking for me for?"
The man in front of him is Qi Feng's father - Thunder.
Thunder is plain-looking and not ugly, but in front of Qi Yan's handsome appearance, he looks a little ugly, and Qi Feng's appearance follows his father, so he is also relatively ordinary, not as amazing as his uncle.
Even if Qi Yan is old, he is still not old at all. The years have not left excessive traces on his face, which makes him look so handsome, but the momentum on his body is sharpened by the years, just like the knife being polished over and over again, and finally emitting a lingering Cold.
Thunder and Qi Yan are only a few years apart, but he lives like he is 50 years old. He can already see white hair on his temples, and the wrinkles on his face are more obvious, which makes the already ordinary facial features even more ugly. Even if he is left in the crowd, it will not make people want to see more.
Thunder had a pair of eagle-like eyes under the ordinary appearance. He raised his head and showed the eyes covered by the brim of the hat. He looked at Qi Yan plainly but sharply: "For so many years, you should give me back my son."
Qi Yan's eyes did not show any weakness: "Is he just your son? He is also my sister's son. As my uncle, I have the right to raise him, but you are not born and do not raise him, and you are not qualified to take him back.
"Don't be so magnificent. He has grown up and can make his own decisions. Why do you want to contain him? You don't want to use him to threaten me." Thunder may be so angry, but he is still trying to restrain himself. The real master will never float the thoughts in his heart to the surface and let the other party see it.
Qi Yan replied with good hand, "Aren't you also threatening me with Rongbao?"
"Didly ask Qi Feng to bring Rongbao back to China, and then let Rongbao contact me to make me fall in love with Rongbao, so that you can use Rongbao to contain me. This is your purpose."
Thunder didn't say anything, which was a acquiescence.
Qi Yan continued to sneer and said, "You changed your voice and called me before to tell me that you gave me a gift. The big gift you gave was Rongbao. It's really a big gift. I'm very satisfied."
Qi Yan had long known that Rongbao was a pit, but he still jumped down without hesitation. In fact, at the beginning, he also struggled and suffered. He didn't want to fall into such a big trap and be forced to a dead end by others.
But he really couldn't keep his heart. He loved Rongbao more and more. He didn't know why he fell in love with the little silly rabbit, but he just couldn't take his heart back.
Rongbao's every move held his heart. He fell down and couldn't climb up. Qi Yan clearly realized that he had fallen into the enemy's trap. He couldn't climb out, so he could only rise up and resist.
When Thunder first saw Rongbao, he felt that this was a best beauty, which must have moved Qi Yan. Things were similar to what he expected. Qi Yan was really moved and entered the trap he set.
But Qi Yan is much more vigilant than he thought.
What's more, Qi Yan didn't expect that he could take his army back and firmly controlled his son in his hand. The thunderous eyes stared at Qi Yan: "How can you let my son go?"
Thunder is now infertile, and Qi Feng is his only son. He has to take people abroad.
Qi Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "He doesn't want to go with you."
"He obviously promised to leave with me, but you didn't lock him up." In terms of who is more despicable, Thunder and Qi Yan are ashamed of themselves.
"You didn't miss your son before. Why do you miss him now?" Qi Yan looked at the thunder with insightful eyes.
Thunder used to have thousands of opportunities to take Qi Feng away, but he didn't do that. Up to now, isn't it suspicious that he has tried his best to take people away?
Thunder must have something urgent to do, and Qi Feng could help him a lot, otherwise he would not have spent so much effort.