Chapter 9: Qi Yan is a man with normal desires

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The little boy has a strong dependence on pheromones. As long as he can't smell it for a while, he will be uneasy.

The man closed the door, and the little boy kept scratching the door with his nails outside, eager to go in. Even if the nails were scratched and the wood chips on the door pierced into the seams of his nails, he didn't care at all.

After dealing with the gunshot wound on his arm, Qi Yan originally planned to sleep directly, but the little boy outside the door kept making trouble, so noisy that he couldn't sleep at ease.

Qi Yan sat by the bed, frowned and thought for a while, and finally got up and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the little boy's soft body stuck to it, buried his head in his arms, and made a broken sob.

If other children cried like this all day long, Qi Yan would have been impatient for a long time, but this little kid cried, and he still felt a little sad.

There was a trace of helplessness on Qi Yan's cold face. He sighed gently, bent down, picked up the child, kicked the door with his feet, and then walked to the bedside with the child in his arms.

When he got to the bedside, Qi Yan threw the child on the bed. The child rolled on the bed like a dog skin plaster, and immediately got up, stuck to him, and asked him to hold him when he slept, otherwise he would cry all the time.

Qi Yan is doing things vigorously outside. Nothing can make it difficult for him, but when he gets home, he is embarrassed by this little boy. There is really nothing he can do with this little guy.

After lying in bed, Qi Yan couldn't sleep at all. After all, he was a normal adult man, and he still had physiological needs, and the little boy was so close to him that it was a delicious food to his mouth.

In the past years, Qi Yan was busy with his career and was not in the mood to reward his big brother. He almost thought that he did not have that need, but since he slept in the same bed with this little boy, he had a different hardness every day.

If it goes on like this, Qi Yan's eldest brother will definitely deeply understand how steel is practiced.

After the little boy fell asleep, Qi Yan took the opportunity to get out and went to the living room to ask the maid to prepare a herbal tea for herself.

The old housekeeper was still awake at this time. He went to Qi Yan and told the child what he couldn't hear.

No wonder the little boy was always slow to respond and never answered when he asked him. It turned out that he couldn't hear it.

With such a big pair of rabbit ears, it was just a decoration. Qi Yan felt a little sympathetic to the child.

"Master Qi, don't treat him so fiercely." The old housekeeper cherished the little baby from the bottom of his heart. Maybe it was because he was older and loved to be close to the child.

Qi Yan took the chilled herbal tea from the maid and was depressed. He asked the old housekeeper slightly innocently, " Am I fierce?"

The old housekeeper won't lie: "A little bit."

Qi Yan has been used to showing the cold side, which makes him look very fierce. Of course, his heart is more ferocious than his appearance, but when facing the child, his heart always softens involuntarily.

It was because he found that his feelings for that little boy were a little special that he suddenly lost his temper before. Qi Yan was afraid of handing his sincerity out.

Qi Yan leaned back, leaned back on the sofa, and said in a heavy tone, "The origin of the child has not been fully found out. I can't rest assured."

The old housekeeper sighed, "You are too suspicious."

"I also want to relax. Don't think so much, but whenever I relax my vigilance, someone will take the opportunity to betray me."

"That little guy won't betray you."

Qi Yan's eyes were gloomy: "Well, if he dares to betray me, I will break his hands and feet, lock him in the basement, and slowly torture him."

It was the little boy who stuck to him first. Now that he got stuck to him, he didn't want to get rid of it.

MTL'rs note: mr qi has trust issues

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