Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 893
Qin Dazhuang was vain and relied on his relationship with Si Jin to strike while the iron was hot.
He would brag to everyone he met and say how much Si Jin was afraid of him. After a few whips, he knelt on the ground and cried and begged for mercy. He called him daddy easily.
Hearing the villagers’ admiration again, they couldn’t help but start to re-examine Qin Dazhuang, the drunkard.
Yang Yu’er was too lazy to deal with this kind of stuff, and she didn’t expose him, so she kept silent.
This made Qin Dazhuang even more serious.
Even relying on his “heroic deeds”, he received a lot of things from the villagers, and he had no worries about food and clothing for a while.
Thinking that the matter was done anyway, no one could reveal the secret, and he could always enjoy the benefits of bragging.
But three days later, Feng Lanlai’s announcement that “no medicinal materials from Xiaoyaoshan Village will be accepted from now on” still shattered Qin Dazhuang’s beautiful illusions.
In three days, no, in less than three days, Qin Dazhuang went from a “star” sought after by everyone to an eternal sinner in Xiaoyaoshan Village.
Countless abuses and beatings followed, coupled with Yang Yuer’s shirking of responsibility and adding insult to injury, Qin Dazhuang completely fell to the bottom.
With no choice but to come to the hotel where Si Jin was staying again, he asked to see someone.
Si Jin didn’t see him, so he followed Feng Linyuan’s car back and forth, even kneeling in the middle of the road, begging the car to stop.
“Jinjin, dad was wrong. You asked dad to kneel to you, and dad knelt down.”
“Dad made delicious food at home. Can you go back and have a few bites? Just treat it like dad is begging you, kid!!”
As he spoke, he kept kowtowing to admit his mistake.
His forehead was bruised, so the young man in the car lazily raised his eyes: “I wish I had said no earlier. I used to cook for you, and I really have never eaten your food. Go back to the village.” Taste it.”
Qin Dazhuang was so excited that he almost cried when he saw that Si Jin was finally willing to talk to him properly.
He hurriedly climbed to Feng Linyuan’s car and excitedly looked at the noble young man through the car window: “Jinjin, you are willing to go home, dad is so happy.”
“Good boy, open the car door and let dad get in and take a ride on this high-end gadget!”
“Okay.” One second Si Jin agreed, and the next second he asked Feng Linyuan to step on the accelerator and drive the car away.
Huge inertia came and threw Qin Dazhuang on the spot, and his useless old waist made a “bang” sound.
Qin Dazhuang fell to the ground and looked in the direction of the car leaving with pain and confusion.
I just heard Si Jin yelling from a distance: “Come after me. If you can catch me and get in the car, I will let you sit.”
How could human power possibly catch up with the car?
Qin Sijin, he is determined to humiliate his father!
Do you have any filial piety?
Qin Dazhuang couldn’t bear it anymore, his old eyes were full of murderous intent, and he wished he could kill Si Jin directly.
But when he thought about the contemptuous attitude of the villagers towards him, he had no choice but to get up and chase the car.
As a result, Si Jin just wanted to play with him.
The car stopped and stopped all the way, and each time it suddenly accelerated forward when he was approaching.
Qin Dazhuang was thrown several times, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he had to trot to follow the car.
When I arrived at Xiaoyaoshan Village, I found a pair of tattered rag shoes, and the soles of my feet were bloody and painful.
When Si Jinze arrived at his family’s adobe house, he was helped out of the car by Feng Linyuan.
After the original owner left, no one cleaned the house, and the musty smell gave people a headache.
Si Jin couldn’t help but choked twice, stretched out his hand to fan the nearby air in disgust, and said, “Didn’t you say you were going to cook? Go ahead.”
Qin Dazhuang gritted his teeth, and the resentment he had suppressed all the way finally broke out: “Qin Sijin! Don’t go too far, I am your father! Just ask me to trot along with your car, my feet are injured, and you will let me go without rest for a while. I’ll cook for you, bitch, you’re looking for death!”
Qin Dazhuang’s energy and blood rushed to his heart. He completely forgot that he had something to ask for. He raised his hand and punched Si Jin twice as hard as before.
Si Jin raised his hand disdainfully, and just as he was about to catch his fist, his hand raised in the air was gently held by Feng Linyuan.
The next moment, the man kicked Qin Dazhuang away at a faster speed.
Ignore Qin Dazhuang’s cries of bloodshed.
He only held his hand tighter and said with concern: “Zhenjin’s hands are very beautiful, but they are not suitable for beating animals.”
