Chapter 115 Brother is so kind to you This is the second time I have entered the old man's study.
The last time was when the old man persuaded her to get married a month ago.
It was obvious that the old man, who was always energetic and dignified, felt a little weak and tired today, probably due to the effect of his sudden fainting two days ago.
Qin Xianguo coughed twice and motioned to Shen Manzhi to sit wherever he wanted, "I didn't even come here to have a good chat with you two days ago. It's because of my health. I'm really coughing."
Shen Manzhi remained silent, walked to the mahogany sofa and sat down, waiting for the old man to finish speaking.
Not expecting the expected concern, Qin Xianguo's eyes narrowed slightly, he put down the handkerchief in his hand, held his black crutch and sighed, "Are you still investigating your mother's affairs?"
"You promised at the beginning that as a condition of this marriage, you would tell me about my mother."
Qin Xianguo was in a low mood, "I originally wanted to find time to talk to you recently, but... there are a lot of things going on at home recently, and none of the younger generation can make me worry."
The old man couldn't stop coughing after saying a few words. There was a dark red mass in the handkerchief covering his mouth. He glanced at it and quickly covered it. Shen Manzhi also saw it.
Qin Xianguo's face was pale, and he casually wiped the corners of his mouth to hide his embarrassed smile, "Don't tell Ayan and the others that you are old and have some minor problems."
Shen Manzhi bit the tip of his tongue and softened his tone after all, "If you are not in good health, you should seek medical attention in time. You suddenly fainted two days ago and they were all worried."
The old man smiled kindly, "What about you, are you worried about grandpa?"
Shen Manzhi was silent and said calmly, "I hope you live a long life."
Qin Xianguo finally laughed heartily, but his spirit was still a little dazed, and he felt tired after saying a few words.
Shen Manzhi stood up and said, "Please rest for a while. Tonight is a day of reunion."
"When you have time, grandpa will talk to you in detail about your mother."
She nodded slightly and closed the door before leaving.
The door cut off the light in the corridor, making the room darker. Qin Xianguo's originally lifeless eyes instantly became sharp, and the crimson edge on the handkerchief also turned into light pink, filled with the fragrance of rose tea.
Shen Manzhi stood at the door and touched his pocket. It was empty. There was irritation in his eyes. He looked up and saw Qin Yanfeng leaning on the corridor.
She rolled her throat, raised the corners of her lips playfully, put her hands in her pockets, and looked at him with her chin slightly raised.
Qin Yanfeng walked over, took off the gray scarf from his arms and put it on her bare neck, "Dinner is at six o'clock in the evening. Do you want to go back to your room to stay, or do you want to go to the side hall with me to play for a while?"
"Go back to the room."
Shen Manzhi took the scarf from his hand and wrapped it twice casually, staggering away from him and walking forward. Qin Yanfeng followed her step by step.
Returning to the room, she rummaged through the bag she brought and looked back at the person who came in, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Qin Yanfeng closed the door with his backhand, and locked his hand on the doorknob.
He lowered his head and took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, put it to his mouth and lit it. He leaned against the door and looked at Shen Manzhi across half of the living room. The smoke covered his passionate eyes and said, "Come here."
Shen Manzhi walked over, not doubting that he was there.
Qin Yanfeng raised the cigarette high to avoid her body, looked down at her with a slight smile, "Take it yourself."
Shen Manzhi glanced at him and reached out to take out a cigarette from his coat pocket. The box was empty and the only one was in his hand.
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She coldly stuffed the cigarette case back into his pocket and turned to leave.
Qin Yanfeng reached out with his long arm and held her in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, "Do you want more?"
Shen Manzhi frowned, with obvious ferocity in his eyes, and his lips were sealed before he could speak.
The very faint smell of tobacco enters the mouth, entangled with the tip of the tongue and reaches the throat.
"Well"
She grasped the man's arm fiercely, and suddenly her strength weakened for a moment. She came back to her senses and pushed his head away, her lips turning red.
Qin Yanfeng saw that she was on the verge of rage, "In a bad mood?" Shen Manzhi's waist was very thin, and he could hold it firmly with one hand.
The sense of unreasonable boredom came so suddenly that Shen Manzhi almost grabbed Qin Yanfeng's collar and punched him.
The hand that clenched her fist tightened, and she paused, suddenly feeling that her emotions were fluctuating a bit.
And every time in front of this person, she would directly show dissatisfaction and ferocity, whereas in the past she had used coldness to hide it.
"No, I'm just an addict."
Qin Yanfeng let go of his hand knowingly, took out something from the other pocket and put it into her hand, "Slow down."
Shen Manzhi took half a step back and looked down, seeing that it was still the peach-flavored candy he stuffed into her hand last night.
The New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous. Qin Shifan secretly moved his seat next to Shen Manzhi and told her that there were many things he liked to eat tonight.
Qin Shihuan often goes to the East District to hang out with social friends. He loves spicy food, but his family always eats light food. This time, half of the New Year's Eve dinner is Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.
Shen Manzhi glanced at it and found that it actually suited her taste.
There was a peeled salt-baked prawn in the bowl. She looked sideways and saw that the person next to her was wearing gloves while peeling the shrimp while talking to an elderly person on the other side. After peeling the shrimp, he put it naturally into her bowl.
Shen Manzhi tugged at the corner of his clothes, approached him and said, "Thank you, I don't want it anymore."
Qin Yanfeng's handsome face tilted slightly and he responded softly. After peeling the shrimp he just picked up, he took off his gloves and wiped his hands with a tissue.
"Brother is so kind to you," Qin Shiwen peeled the shrimp messily and whispered in her ear, "He doesn't like shrimp, but you do."
Shen Manzhi put the napkin on his lap and pulled it up, "How do you know I like it."
"The first time I went home, you were competing with me for shrimps." Qin Shihuan finally peeled off a shrimp completely and couldn't stop talking. "Later I asked the chef uncle, and he said it was my brother who specially prepared it for me." Let it be done.”
The child's mouth was stained with oil, and he tilted his head curiously and asked her, "How does brother know?"
"..."
Shen Manzhi stopped talking to him and ate quietly.
Qin Deyang still didn't show up tonight.
Although Qin Yanfeng took Shen Manzhi almost every step of the way and did not let her be alone, the old man asked him to go to the study after dinner and they still separated.
Shen Manzhi took Ruan Ruan to play in the living room. There were many people in the hall, and almost all of them gathered together to chat after dinner. She and Xiao Tuanzi sat in the corner, and no one came over.
About an hour later, Qin Zhen came over and picked up Ruan Ruan, "I'm going to take Ruan Ruan to rest first. We have to stay up late tonight. Let's make dumplings together later. Where's Yan Feng?"
Shen Manzhi straightened up and said, "Grandpa has something to do with him and he hasn't come down yet."
Qin Zhen could also see that Qin Yanfeng had been staying with Shen Manzhi because he was afraid that someone would come and cause trouble, which would cause both parties to lose face. Bi Yehua was the one who was holding back tonight and did not dare to show off his face.
"Then you go back to your room first, and I will take you down after Yanfeng comes out."
She was not afraid of others coming to trouble her, but she was too lazy to care. She was bored down there anyway, so she followed Qin Zhen upstairs.
As soon as I took the last step to the corridor on the second floor, a high-pitched child's voice came from a room.
"You can't catch me! You can't catch me! Hehehe..."
Seven-year-old Qin Zihan ran out like a whirlwind, rushing downstairs and bumping into people coming up from the corner.
Shen Manzhi's brows moved slightly, and he quickly held on to the handrail of the stairs to steady himself.
Unexpectedly, the child couldn't move, so he pushed hard to avoid the pursuer behind him. Shen Manzhi leaned back, subconsciously trying to use his strength to climb to the railing and throw himself down.
Her waist was supported, her back stiffened, and her fallen feet landed on the steps to stand firm.
(End of this chapter)