Chapter 308: :Orphanage 19

"I'm an actor, I should practice dancing, what's the surprise?" Wanqiu raised his eyebrows.
Actor...
No matter how poor Zheng Quzhi's understanding is, he can understand the meaning of these two words. Looking at Wanqiu's clothes and figure, he nodded thoughtfully: "So you are an old antique? What dynasty?"
"Uncle, your focus is wrong, okay?" Wanqiu bit her lip as before when she was beading, and spoiled against the somewhat charming man's face: "Isn't it time to ask Qiuqiu how to get out?"
Zheng Quzhi: "..." Why the does he want to beat people so much?
"Where is this? Where is Wei Yan? Is he okay?" So Zheng Quzhi chose to ignore what Wanqiu had just said, and looked away, and asked sternly.
"He has never liked Shen Dao. Although he sometimes has adverse reactions to Shen Dao's breath, didn't you give him medicine before? So don't worry about him." Wanqiu didn't care about Zheng Quzhi's emotions, but still whispered. "It's not that I said, Mr. Wei is just a little hypocritical. Who would hate someone who hates a bad reaction? Isn't this a Geying person?"
"You can shut up!" Zheng Quzhi was irritated and slapped him over: "Wei Yan is what you can complain about?"
Wanqiu: "..."
Wanqiu was just a soul. Zheng Qu knew that the slap could not do much. Instead, he almost fell over with a stagger. He finally stabilized his body. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the surrounding environment suddenly changed again. He couldn't help but stunned: "What Ghost? Where is this?"
"Shen Dao used the aura he left on you to insert you and Wei Yan's environmental passage, and drag you to the space-time tunnel." Wanqiu hesitated and said: "This is more than twenty years ago. Your life."
His life?
Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a while, so Shen Dao didn't lie to him?
He was dull and silent for a few seconds, his face was a bit ugly, so Wei Yan was really an old monster? Let him lose his dad? ? ?
"Sir! Sir!" came a slightly familiar voice.
Zheng Quzhi looked sideways and saw a man with the same long hair closely following Wei Yan, who was holding a child with a cold face. As he moved around, the bronze bell at the beginning made a crisp sound.
"Luo Xingtong?" Zheng Quzhi narrowed his eyes. That kid actually looked like an adult more than 20 years ago? How come you look like a kid behind you?
Suddenly, Wei Yan stopped and looked in Zheng Quzhi's direction. With cold eyes with murderous and vigilant expressions, Zheng Quzhi immediately held his breath in fright.
Fortunately, within a few seconds, Wei Yan frowned and retracted his gaze.
"As expected of Mr. Wei." Wanqiu smiled: "I can vaguely feel our existence, Uncle Zheng, we have to be careful!"
Zheng Quzhi ignored him and quietly looked at the child who was striding to run with his short legs because he couldn't catch up with Wei Yan.
He was already four years old, his face flushed, and there was already a shadow of Zheng Quzhi between his eyebrows.
"Sir! Sir!" Luo Xintong suddenly ran to the front and stretched out his arms to stop Wei Yan: "Isn't Xiaoqu good with us? Why have to send it away!"
"Xiaoqu won't... go..." The ignorant Xiao Qu stunned and hugged Wei Yan's calf: "Dad...no..."
Before he could say everything, Wei Yan was taken away, with a cold warning on his face: "I said, I am not your father."
"Then there is no need to send the child away for this! We finally found his reincarnation!" Luo Xingtong hugged Xiao Quzhi to coax, and after a pause he raised his head and stared at Wei Yan: "If you don't like that title , A big deal, I asked him to call my father the head office, right?"
Unmoved, Wei Yan took Xiaoquzhi back from Luo Xingtong's arms, his eyes were full of indifference: "He is my enemy, and raising him until the age of four is the ultimate goal."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi's eyes widened slightly.
Enemy... Enemy?
"Did I just hear the hallucinations?" Zheng Quzhi tilted his head and looked at Wanqiu who was watching the show.
Wanqiu hurriedly stopped smiling, and put his hands together innocently: "How do I know?"
Zheng Quzhi had cold hands and feet, and didn't know what to say, but numbly followed the two big and one small. In fact, Wei Yan's destination is very clear, it is a remote orphanage.
Zheng Quzhi lived there for several years, but he still remembers the way. He always thought it was his parents who abandoned him, but he didn't expect it to be Wei Yan.
He said some good things to coax him from his biological father. After only raising him for a few years, his enemy left him in the orphanage and set him on a different life path?
"I really want to throw this place?" Luo Xintong was obviously reluctant, holding Xiaoqu Zhihuhu's little hand, raising his eyes and looking carefully at the man standing on the side: "This is how we pee and pee. Mr. Wei!"
Wei Yan said nothing, the cold left back had already explained everything well.
Wei Yan's figure quickly disappeared from the street, leaving Luo Xintong alone, still a little at a loss.
"Hey, Shen Qu, Shen Qu... Why is it the husband's feud?" Luo Xintong sighed suddenly, tidied out Xiao Quzhi's clothes, took out the pen and paper from his arms, and stuffed it after writing some words. Xiaoquzhi put a wad of money in his clothes.
"Uuuuu..." Xiao Qu Zhizheng sitting on the ground cried ignorantly. He looked good. He didn't know that he had been abandoned, but he felt that his father hurt him and left him on the ground.
"Hey, your life is very good. I think we can live without it, so don't live here." Luo Xingtong touched Xiao Quzhi's head and left quickly.
The two close people suddenly disappeared, Xiao Qu was taken aback for a moment, and then she cried even more with fright.
Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but stepped forward and squatted down in front of Xiao Quzhi. Seeing his own reflection in his eyes, he couldn't help being startled. His attention was quickly attracted by Luo Xingtong’s slip of paper. He took it out and unfolded it:
Shen Qu, 1994.7.15
It is his birthday and name.
Shen Qu...
Zheng Qu knew that his eyelashes trembled slightly, and looked back at Wanqiu: "Any pen and paper?"
Wanqiu looked at Zheng Quzhi thoughtfully for a moment, without asking the reason, took out a pen and paper from his sleeve and handed it over.
Zheng Quzhi's face has returned to his expressionless expression, ignoring Xiao Quzhi who is still crying and crying, writing on the paper stroke by stroke: Zheng Quzhi, July 15th, 1994
After finishing writing, he stuffed the note back into Xiao Quzhi's clothes, and said every word: "Your name is Zheng Quzhi, not Shen Qu." It's not Wei Yan's enemy, just an outdated star.
After speaking, he turned and left.
Behind him, the children's cries continued to sound, followed by a creak of the door opening, and women's exclamations continued.

"Is it all right?" Seeing Zheng Quzhi's delay in speaking, Wanqiu was a little worried: "Actually, this is already a thing of the past. Now you and Mr. Wei are doing well?"
"Shut up." Zheng Quzhihong glared at him.
So Wanqiu honestly shut up.