Chapter 1229 Thin, Cold, Indifferent

Wearing black clothes and black trousers, he just stood there indifferently, with a chilling air all over his body.

As if it were a sharp sword sealed in ice, the sword energy was flowing horizontally, terrifying others.

Qin Zong stood up with the baby in his arms, and Chu Xue, who was afraid of falling out of favor, got up.

Proudly walking with confident steps, he wandered to Qin Zong's legs.

A few hairs rubbed on it prove that this shit scraper is mine.

"Butler, give it some food."

Qin Zong spoke slowly, glanced at the big tiger lightly, and said quietly, "Aren't you hungry?"

With the IQ of a four- or five-year-old child, Chuxue struggled to choose between being a shit shovel and eating.

But before it could decide, Qin Zong had already moved his long legs and walked towards the living room.

In the living room.

Mrs. Qin was waiting anxiously and was about to go out to have a look. From a distance, Qin Zong came over.

The young man's face is thin and hard, and his contours are colder and harder than before.

The clothes are a little loose, and the autumn wind blows, and the hem of the young man's clothes sways in the wind.

The young man's brows were stained with frost, and there was no warmth in his dark eyes.

However, the temperament that seemed to be like ice and snow in the past has become much restrained.

It's as if the sword has been sheathed and he has returned to his original nature.

Mrs. Qin only felt heartbroken.

After not seeing each other for just a few months, Xiao Zong seemed to be an old man who had gone through a lot of disasters.

There is no wave in the eyes.

"Little, little——"

Mrs. Qin called him, her voice reached her throat, but her nose felt sore.

The sour and distressed feeling came over her, and she almost burst into tears and cried on the spot.

Realizing the strong cry in her voice, Mrs. Qin swallowed the cry back into her stomach.

He turned his head slightly, forcing back tears.

When Qin Zong stepped in, she saw more clearly the black and blue under her son's eyes, the sunken eye sockets, and the lonely look on his face.

Like a solitary traveler in the desert.

Even though Qin Zong didn't say anything, Mrs. Qin could feel his fatigue and pain.

"Mom," Qin Zong's thin lips stretched into a smile.

"Grandpa."

Qin Zong greeted Mr. Qin Yi, who was blowing his beard and staring.

Qin Yi: "Humph!"

The unwelcoming attitude is obvious.

Qin Zong...

Mrs. Qin pulled Qin Zong to sit down, feeling extremely distressed, "Xiao Zong, why are you so thin?"

As she said this, Mrs. Qin's tears were about to fall.

Qin Zong was helpless, "Mom, I will naturally lose weight when I walk around."

"Xiao Zong, tell me," Mrs. Qin suddenly took a deep breath and spoke in a serious tone, "do you not want to live anymore?"

Mrs. Qin grabbed Qin Zong's hand and tightened her grip, "Tell mom, mom, mom can bear it!"

Mrs. Qin spoke firmly.

But he didn't realize that the hand holding his son was trembling slightly.

"I don't want to commit suicide yet."

Qin Zong: "Mom, don't think so wildly."

Mrs. Qin's lips moved, but she could not speak.

The more she looked at her son, the more her heart ached.

I'm afraid I can't even say a complete sentence.

"Okay, okay," Qin Yi hit the ground hard with his cane, "It doesn't matter if the man is fat, thin or good-looking, you care about what he does!"

"Xiao Zong just got home. He must be hungry. Go prepare dinner quickly."

Mrs. Qin couldn't help but glance at Qin Zong again, and then responded, barely showing a smile, "Xiao Zong, wait, mom will cook for you."

Qin Zong nodded.

Mrs. Qin quickly walked into the kitchen, closed the door, and covered her mouth tightly.

Tears fell down.

That's her son.

She was secretly plotted as soon as she got pregnant, which caused her internal energy to become disordered and cold energy to circulate throughout her body's meridians.