An Yin looked forward and saw that Wei Zheng had already lie down and the last enemy who besieged him. Then he opened the car door, took out an unknown needle from the car, stabbed it into his arm, and injected it.

Wei Zheng leaned against the car body and seemed to be a little weak, but his condition was OK.

And she knew that if Wei Zheng had something to do, Qin Jian would not ignore it, so she felt relieved, withdrew her gaze and looked at the person who fainted in the car, "What should I do with this person?"

"There will be someone to deal with it."

Qin Jian didn't look at the man and got into his own car.

An Yin hurriedly followed, Qin Jian glanced at An Yin, threw the little wolf in his arms to An Yin, and started the car.

An Yin looked out the window and saw that Wei Zheng had gotten into the car, and after starting the car with them, her heart was finally put back on her chest.

I looked down at the fluffy ball in my arms, and couldn't adapt at all.

Question marks popped out one after another in his eyes.

Is this her son?

When Xiaolanger saw his mother looking at him with a dull look on her face, she felt wronged and curled herself into a smaller ball.

An Yin felt distressed when she looked at Xiao Lang'er's innocent and harmless appearance and his aggrieved eyes. She reached out to touch his head.

The round little head is pressed against two thick ears, and the palms are plush and smooth and soft, which is particularly comfortable, but no matter how comfortable it is, it is like touching a kitten and a puppy.

Anyin: "…"

Xiaolanger felt that his mother's hands were soft and fragrant, so he stretched out his neck and rubbed his head against his mother's palm.

"..." An Yin looked at the little black charcoal under her palm, unable to describe her mood at this moment.

But my son felt so good, it felt better than the husky and ruffian cat she had raised. I couldn't help but put my hands on my son and rubbed them.

No matter what, just behave like a kitten and a dog.

The little wolf'er's soft fur was rubbed into distortion by An Yin.

Qin Jian looked at the strange way of getting along from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

When An Yin saw the smile on Qin Jian's lips, she realized that she was rubbing someone's son, not a kitten and a puppy. She guiltily forked into the little wolf's fur, took back the paws that she was about to grab and squeezed them hard, and honestly held the small charcoal ball in her arms.

But Xiaolanger liked the special way of intimacy of mothers. She turned over comfortably, shine her belly, and let An Yin touch his filthy belly.

Anyin: "…"

Qin Jian drove the car straight back to the garage of his parents' villa in Jinshawan.

As soon as they came back from the car, Qin Jianan and his wife came downstairs to pick them up, and then they saw the little wolf in An Yin's arms. The two looked at each other.

An Yin hugged the little wolf, and suddenly felt that the little guy was a hot potato. He felt strange when he held it, and it was not appropriate to throw it away.

"Dad, mom..." An Yin called people uncomfortable. She didn't know if Qin Jianan and his wife had seen the little guy look like this.

When the little guy saw Qin Jian'an and his wife, he immediately resurrected all his blood and shouted happily: "Grandpa, grandma."

Qin Jian'an: "..."

Mu Shulan: “…”

Looking at his son's face again, he responded, but he didn't dare to touch and coax him like he usually did.

The little guy realized something was wrong, then felt a sinister look above his head, raised his head, and met his father's fierce eyes. He shivered, and the hair in his body exploded. He immediately rolled himself into a ball of hair and shrank into his mother's arms.
Chapter completed!