Wen Yan, Qin Zhengnan involuntarily hooked his lips, "Dad, do you mean, I can not give warm happiness? Do you feel ashamed of Mr. Han if you marry me warmly?

Qin Taoxi heard his son's question in this tone, raised his hand, put on his beard, and slowly shook his head. "Zhengnan, when Guohui died of illness, I was still young. His only wish for me at that time was to let warm and handsome grow up and marry. And... "

The old man said nothing more, like falling into a memory, twisting his eyebrows at the flowers competing in the garden, and covering his eyes with a shallow mist...