Chapter 3 003 Huameng

Chapter 003 Hua Meng

003 Huameng

Qin Kun bit a piece of ribs, lowered his head seriously, and really looked at him, looking casually, without even raising his eyelids.

Ning Qing just wanted to get angry, Lin Qi glanced over.

She tolerated the anger, and repeated the words just with a cold face.

Qin Wei's sitting posture was really unruly. With Erlang's legs tilted, he held chopsticks in one hand, and the arms of the other hand were on the table.

The gangster was sitting proud and mad.

It seemed that the voice was only heard now, and Qin Yue raised his eyes.

Lin Jinxuan also looked up at her when she heard that Qin Hui had learned the violin.

He heard Qin Yue say, "Violin?"

Speaking of which, she held her chin in her hands, and suddenly smiled, her voice was dull, and she was two points cool. "Well, I can't."

"No? Why not? You started to learn when you were young," Ning Qing held her chopsticks in her hands, her joints bulged, and she bit her teeth. "I give you money every year to learn violin. Teacher Xu said you Good talent ... "

"Oh," Qin Yan fiddled with ribs slowly. "We haven't seen Mr. Xu's son's head after I opened it."

There was weird silence on the dining table.

Qin Yue laughed with a chin, a bad and cold smile.

The delicate eyebrows that were raised slightly had young people's frowns. On closer inspection, there seemed to be a bit of ruthlessness.

In Ning Qing's words, it is "bandit". Both bandit and wild, like Yan and demon, can't touch it.

What immortal expression is this?

What immortal tone?

Ning Qing hit her, her eyes flushed, "Qin Wei ?!"

There was an art class in Ninth Middle School. Ning Qing remembered that when Qin Min was a child, he had learned the piano well, but he did not learn well. He changed his path and took art as a way out.

Unexpectedly, Qin Wei took the initiative to give her such a big surprise.

Lin Qi looked at Qin Yun's information in the afternoon and knew that the other party was a thorn, but he didn't expect to be so irritating.

Zhang Huan brought Ning Qing a cup of tea. Ning Qing sighed, drank, and waited for the breath to pass through without mentioning it, except that her tight back showed that she was not in a good mood.

Lin Qi's business was busy, so naturally he didn't have the spare time to turn around Chen Shulan and Qin Hui.

Or maybe he didn't think it was necessary.

After eating, they basically dispersed.

When Qin Yu saw Lin Jinxuan answer a phone call and went out, he said to Ning Qing obediently and went upstairs to play the piano.

Ning Qing looked at the younger daughter and then the older daughter. It was obviously her seed, and the difference between how she was born was so great.

"You live with your grandmother temporarily on the third floor, and I'll let Zhang Huan clean up another room later," Ning Qing frowned, slightly tilted her head, suppressed the anger and lowered her voice, "Except the bedroom on the second floor It's your sister's piano room. Don't bother her if you're fine. "

As soon as Qin Yu left, the tenderness on her face faded.

Qin Yue leaned on the escalator and nodded, his expression indifferent.

Qin Yue's attitude was fairly obedient. Ning Qing's expression that had been sullen for a whole day had finally eased up. After all, it was a piece of meat falling from her, and she had such feelings.

Ning Qing told Chen Shulan a few things in life. She turned around and saw Qin Yue picked up her mobile phone again. She frowned as she frowned.

It happened that the piano room on the second floor was not strictly closed, and the melodious and gentle violin voice came out.

Ning Qing was relieved, and instead told Zhang Ye: "It seems that the language can't take the 10th grade before long. Alas! Learn your sister, and there must be beginnings and ends in doing things."

The words turned to Qin Yue again.

Qin Yue glanced at the second floor. She raised her eyelids. A pair of apricot eyes were a bit bad, and they were so beautiful that they were still terrible.

She turned and went upstairs, her legs straight and long.

Ignore Ning Qing.

Well, very social.

Ning Qing pointed at her back, her face flushed, thinking in her mind how Qin Hui slammed the brick on the human head ...

Chen Shulan frowned, but reluctant to accuse Qin Yun, so she could calm Ning Qing.

**

Upstairs, the nanny has taken Chen Shulan's stuff to the next door.

Qin Min took a bath, and her hair was not completely dry. While tying the straps of a bathrobe, she stretched out her hand and took out the new-looking computer from her backpack.

Next to the computer is the heavy mobile phone, which is different from the mobile phone she usually plays games on.

She didn't look at her cell phone, she put a towel on her head, and she put the computer on the table. As soon as the lid was opened, the desktop appeared in seconds.

The computer desktop is very clean, except for the desert background full of white mouse arrows, no other icons can be found.

Very warm and depressing desert color.

Qin Yue reached out and pressed a few keys, then got up and poured a glass of water, sitting on the chair with the water, and a face appeared on the computer.

The other party was wearing a white shirt, holding a cell phone in one hand and a medicine box in the other.

Wearing a white shirt with long eyelashes and white skin, his face can be described in terms of beauty.

"Someone is checking you," Qin Yan leaned on the back of the chair, and she took a sip of water. "Beijing people, I've sent you the information of the other party."

At the age of six, Qin Min knew that he was different from others after finishing his elementary school course by his neighbor.

She can't play with her peers and occasionally goes crazy.

Neighbors thought she had a neurosis and could not avoid it.

Ning Qing and Qin Hanqiu focused on quarreling every day. She didn't pay too much attention to her situation. All she knew was that she liked to fight, had neurological problems, and didn't want to go to school.

She was reluctant to take her with her when she divorced.

Eight-year-old Qin Wei taught himself high school content.

At the age of nine, he assembled his first computer in life and used his own code to crack a hacker website.

In the video, the man squinted a pair of demon eyes. His nose was very high and his looks were beautiful. Even in a foreign country, people who came and went couldn't help looking back.

Gu Xichi, a doctor who travels in all directions, has excellent medical skills and a weird temper. He travels around the world to treat the poor.

This time there was a terrorist attack abroad, he immediately carried his medical kit to save the world.

Qin Yue only knew that he was a doctor, Gu Xichi.

Gu Xichi only knew that she was a hacker, Qin Wei.

The two had fatal friendships, but never asked about each other.

"I'm fine," Gu Xichi bit his cigarette in his mouth, took out another cell phone and checked the e-mail sent by Qin Yun, and said vaguely, "children, you don't care about this, I will find someone to solve it."

Gu Xichi finished reading the information and calmly put the phone back in his pocket.

"Is the other party coming?" Qin Yue put the cup on the table.

Gu Xichi nodded casually.

Qin Min grabbed the towel that he had thrown to one side, and lay his leg on the table on the other side.

She continued to brush her hair, her voice not slack and slow, "You feel free."

"Don't lose, wait for you to grow and grow, at least like the Q of Huameng that has been spreading on the Internet recently, and I will show you the outside world." Gu Xichi asked a foreigner for directions, and comforted him. She said.

****

My grandpa is also evil and evil, wild and bad, take the brick and smash it into the human head.

Grandpa is a real genius. IQ 220, to what extent IQ 220, you can search the resumes of the two geniuses, Da Vinci and Tao Zhexuan. Grandpa is almost like this.

(End of this chapter)

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