My family's benefactor is a wife-protecting madman

Chapter 39

Qin Yi went to take a shower, while Shen Jia sat on the bed and played with her mobile phone.

As soon as he took the mobile phone over, he was stunned for a moment. It was not his mobile phone, but Qin Yi's.

His current mobile phone is the last time Qin Yi broke his mobile phone and bought him a new one. It is the same model as Qin Yi's mobile phone, and he hasn't had time to put on the mobile phone case yet. They all look the same, and he can take it easily. wrong.

He remembered that the screen saver of Qin Yi's mobile phone used to be a picture of a snow scene that had not changed for thousands of years, but now it suddenly became his photo.

It is a new still photo of "The Male Empress". In the photo, Zigao is wearing a red official gown, with three thousand blue silks like splashed ink, playing with a white jade micro-carved wine glass, facing the camera sideways, slightly drooping Eyes, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Behind you are carved beams and painted buildings, nine curved corridors, but you don't feel majestic, just lonely.

Shen Jia unconsciously bent the corners of her mouth, rolled her eyeballs lightly, and rarely showed a sly look, pulled her mobile phone over and made a call to Qin Yi's mobile phone.

The mobile phone in his left hand vibrated slightly, and there were three large characters on the screen, daughter-in-law.

Shen Jia's face was a little red, half embarrassed, half feeling a little sweet.

"Where are you peeking at my phone?"

A voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Shen Jia was taken aback. She almost threw the cell phone out, and said a little unnaturally, "No."

Qin Yi sat down next to him, stretched out his hand and squeezed the itchy flesh on his waist, "I didn't see why you look so guilty?"

Shen Jia was so ticklish, she curled up like a cooked shrimp, raised her face and said pitifully, "I'm sorry."

Qin Yi couldn't help but also laughed, picked him up and sat on his lap, "The password is zero four two three."

"Huh? What?"

"My mobile phone password." Qin Yi blinked at him, "My daughter-in-law wants to review my mobile phone, how dare I refuse to give it, right, my daughter-in-law?"

Qin Yi's voice was very low and mellow, and it came close to his ears. Shen Jia's ears were a little red, and she pushed him on his chest with a red face, "Who is your wife?"

Qin Yi turned over and pressed him down, and scratched his itchy flesh with both hands. Ever since he discovered Shen Jia's weakness, this move was really tried and tested.

He was still muttering, "Is it my wife, is it my wife?"

Shen Jiaxiao's physical tears came out, and she succumbed to his lust, "Yes, yes, yes."

Qin Yi insisted, "Call me husband."

Shen Jia shook her head desperately while laughing, this was so embarrassing that she really couldn't say it out loud.

Qin Yi was just joking, and let him go after playing for a while. Shen Jia's face was flushed, and her pajamas were messed up. She looked as if she had been raped by something.

Qin Yi immediately turned into a wolf with a big tail and pounced on him, holding his lips in his mouth and slowly kissing him. Shen Jia was still a little weak, so she raised her arms and wrapped them softly around his neck.

"Ah, uncle and brother are doing shameful things."

The two turned their heads abruptly, Qin Baobao didn't know how he came in, and was standing on the head of the bed, covering his eyes with two chubby hands, revealing a pair of eyes between his fingers.

Qin Yi stared at him gloomily, and his voice was a bit tongue-in-cheek, just now Shen Jia got nervous and bit his tongue.

"Baby Qin, how did you come in?"

Qin Baobei blinked and shook the key in his hand, "The spare key is on the coffee table in the living room."

Qin Yi,... I swear, I must throw away this bunch of keys, throw away.

Qin Baobao didn't notice his uncle's gloomy gaze at all, and ran over with short legs, and was about to climb onto the bed with both hands and feet.

Shen Jia was afraid that he would fall, so she quickly leaned over and picked him up and put him on the bed, pinched his little face, "Why are you here?"

Qin Baobao hugged Shen Jia's arm and acted like a baby, "Brother Shen Jia, can I sleep with you today?"

The little face was bulging and cute, Shen Jia couldn't help laughing, and patted his head, "Okay."

"Cough." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a strong resentment coming from behind him. Shen Jia coughed lightly, pulled Qin Yi's sleeve, and whispered, "Qin Yi."

Qin Yi thought to himself, even if you use beauty tricks on me, it's useless.

Two minutes later, Qin Baobei hummed a little tune, brought his small pillow over, placed it neatly between the two big pillows, and patted it seriously.

Mr. Qin, who was useless to him by beauty tricks, was lying on the other side with his eyes closed, unlovable in his life.

……

Qin Chu got up early in the morning with his chicken coop on his head, and greeted him in a daze, "Brother."

Qin Yi gave him a cold look, "Didn't I ask you to take Baby Qin with you yesterday?"

Qin Chu woke up more than half immediately, and flexibly dodged back, "I was wronged, it's not like you don't know, he is like a villain, how can I control him?"

Humph.

Qin Chu observed his brother several times with a guarded look, and made sure that his brother had no intention of beating him, so he nimbly took small steps and sat down at the dining table, poked a soup dumpling with chopsticks, took a bite, and said casually , "Where is my sister-in-law?"

Qin Yi said expressionlessly, "Going to the set."

Qin Chu thought for a while, then silently moved to the right, away from his brother, the old man who wants to be dissatisfied is the scariest.

The culprit, Qin Baobao, didn't notice it, and was sleeping soundly while hugging his small pillow in the room.

……

The filming of "The Queen" is also drawing to a close.

During the reign of Emperor Chen Wen, he made great efforts to govern, rectify the administration of officials, and build water conservancy. In the miasma of the Southern Dynasties, the Chen Dynasty under his rule showed a rare prosperity.

This is not only his wish, but also Zigao's wish.

He has lived for more than 40 years, and today he is lingering on the sick bed. The end is approaching, and he has no regrets. The only regret is probably that he cannot accompany his son until he grows old.

The imperial doctor came and called again and again, saying all useless words, telling him to comfort and rest, but in fact he knew very well in his heart that he probably had a good life in a few days.

Emperor Wen raised his face and stared at his lover who had been with him for more than ten years, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Over the years, most of his mind has been spent on government affairs, and he doesn't have much time to sit and talk with Zigao quietly like now.

Thinking about it this way, there seems to be nothing wrong with this disease.

It's a pity that after all these years, Zigao is still red-faced, and more than ten years have hardly left a trace on him. He is still as beautiful and young as when we first met.

As for himself, his temples are already gray and lingering on the sick bed, and he is old and out of shape.

Zigao felt his gaze, raised his head from the book, and smiled softly, "General, do you still remember, you wrote this poem for me back then."

Chen Qian followed his gaze, and there was a small piece of plain paper sandwiched in a thin book of poems.

"I heard Zhou Xiaoshi in the past, and now I am singing under the moon. Yuchen keeps his hand, and the sheep and car market is empty. Why worry about the two heroes and the golden mink should let you."

Chen Qian couldn't help laughing, but he did it casually at the time, and Zigao still kept it until now.

"General."

Zigao sat down on his knees, turned his body sideways and put his head on his lap, black satin-like blue hair scattered on his body, "General, you must get well soon."

Now he is a regular servant of Tongzhi Sanqi, holding a heavy soldier in his hand and possessing power all over the world, but he is lying on Chen Qian's lap like a child, as docile as before.

Chen Qian gently touched his head, her eyes were full of tenderness and reluctance, "Ah Man."

It's a pity that he couldn't go on with him after all. Fortunately, Fengye was raised by him with a gentle temperament. After his death, Fengye will also serve Zigao well and respect him.

Chen Qian had planned everything, but unfortunately, there were some things that he could not calculate accurately after all.