Chapter 33 The general is crying

"Yes." The butler responded, and before leaving, he secretly glanced at Ye Qianning.

Xiang Minghou carried Ye Qianning into the living room, sat on the main seat, and did not put down the fat baby.

"Father, am I heavy?" Ye Qianning looked up.

"It's not heavy. Your father and I can dance a machete that weighs a hundred catties. How much are you? My father still thinks it's too thin." Xiang Minghou said and threw him twice.

Ye Qianning's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Really?"

"Of course, I don't believe that dad will show you a set of Xiang family's big sword tomorrow. Dad's big sword weighs more than a hundred catties." Xiang Minghou is not bragging. Smash people to pieces.

Ye Qianning saw that he was muscular, and the big hand holding her was covered with calluses and scars, and there was even a long scar on his face under the beard.

These are the achievements of men, so that’s what the iron-blooded hero said.

Bragged to Marquis Ming, seeing the baby in his arms thinking, he smiled, and said in a deep and deep voice: "My daughter, how have you been living these years?"

"Together with the fourth wife, the fourth wife will be fine, keep all the delicious food for me." Ye Qianning said.

"Fourth wife?" Xiang Minghou was puzzled, then asked again: "Where's your mother?"

Ye Qianning thought about it, her mother rarely went to see Fat Tuan in her memory, since she could remember there was only her fourth wife, her mother only visited her at the end of every month, and she could only stay for a quarter of an hour.

is a very beautiful woman. Every time I go to see her, although she dresses very low-key, they are all made of high-quality materials, and she uses the most popular rouge and lipstick at that time.

The fourth wife said that her mother was working as a luthier for a wealthy family in the town, but now that I think about it, she is not.

Fat Tuan’s village is relatively backward, so it’s not nice to say that it’s not nice to be able to dress like this. There was only Baixiangfang in the town at that time, a place for men to have fun...

"My mother is very busy, and she needs to earn money to support me." Ye Qianning lowered her head slightly as she said, her voice was low and childish: "It's all because I ate too much, and my mother died from exhaustion. ,Blame me.."

Xiang Minghou was heartbroken when he heard the words, his hands holding the fat baby tightened, tears flickered in his eyes: "It's father who is sorry for you and your mother."

After speaking in a deep crying voice, he couldn't hold back his tears—

He knew what was going on in Nanyuan back then. In those years, there was a severe drought and there was no food. One can imagine how difficult it was to support a child in that environment.

When he returned to the capital city, he had someone go to Nanyuan to look for Ye Qian, but the people at that time reported that Ye Qian was dead. If he had gone to investigate in person, they would not have suffered so many sins.

Ye Qianning didn't expect that an iron-blooded man, the mighty God of War of Beili, would cry in front of her... a wave in his heart rippling in circles.

"Daddy doesn't cry."

She raised her little hand to wipe his cheek, his face was rough and a little prickly.

Xiang Minghou paused, and cried even more fiercely while holding the baby.

Ye Qianning is very fat, and was a little out of breath after being strangled so hard: "Ahem...Dad, you are hugging too tightly."

Hearing the cough, Xiang Minghou reacted, let go of her hastily, and said that he raised his sleeve and wiped his face: "It's all because Dad's hand is not serious, whether it hurts or not."

Ye Qianning shook his head, looking at him was a little funny: "Daddy is such an adult, he still cries like a child, and he is not afraid of being laughed at."

(end of this chapter)