Quickly read: She became the boss’s favorite by giving birth to children!

Tu Qingyu: "What's the hidden plot?"

Dabao chuckled, "You will know the more exciting plot later."

She frowned, and while the two were talking, the old man had already walked over.

He glanced sharply at Tu Qingyu up and down, and finally fixed his gaze on her face, "You look very much like an old friend of mine."

"Old man?"

He didn't say anything about his old friend, but kept murmuring: "It's so similar... it's so similar, especially the eyes."

Eye?

Tu Qingyu's original mother suddenly appeared in his mind. In this life, Tu Qingyu looked most like his mother, especially these eyes.

What the hell!

She called Dabao in her heart: "Isn't it possible? In this life, the son of luck and I will become brothers and sisters? Is this what you call exciting?"

Isn't this a bit too exciting?

What about her mission and merit?

Dabao: "Don't worry, Master, how can I find you a real brother and sister?"

Tu Qingyu suddenly understood that they were superficial siblings.

Wow, that's really exciting.

Yi Zhongxing saw a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes when he saw her standing calmly and calmly in front of him, even if she was not afraid of him at all.

"Are you the girl that boy brought back?"

Tu Qingyu looked directly at him, his tone gentle but not weak, "To be precise, he kidnapped me."

"The old gentleman is..."

He was stunned again. He didn't pay attention to the two words just now. Why is the sentence and tone he is saying now so similar?

No, it shouldn't be possible. She already died in the fire. It's impossible...

He smiled and said, "I didn't expect this kid to really be able to do such a thing as kidnapping someone."

But the female doll in front of me is really good-looking.

"I am his father. Since you are here, you can stay here. If you have any requests, you can let the housekeeper handle it. Don't be polite."

Tu Qingyu frowned, "Did you listen to me? I was kidnapped by him, can you let me go back?"

He waved his hand, "I don't dare to be the boss of that brat."

Perhaps the little girl looked too much like the person in his memory, so when he spoke, he always unconsciously made himself look softer.

"Forget it." Tu Qingyu turned his head to look at the green plants not far away, "Then I'll go back first."

Yi Zhongxing was very curious when he saw her disappointed look, and asked again: "He is the commander-in-chief. This city of Hongcheng and even the entire provincial capital must obey him. He is so powerful. Isn't it good to be his woman?"

"Okay?" Tu Qingyu turned around and asked him, "No matter how good it is, I still have to be willing, but I don't want to."

The girl's eyes were firm, and he began to murmur again: "It's so similar..."

"It looks like?" Tu Qingyu's eyes were a little searching, "You keep saying it looks like it, can I ask what it looks like?"

"Like my wife." There was nostalgia, look, and sadness in his eyes, and it was very complicated for a moment.

"Wife? Is she his, the handsome mother?"

"No, you are still young and don't understand the meaning of a wife."

"Isn't the meaning of a wife just that she becomes a wife after getting married? Is the matchmaker marrying her?"

"No, that's what everyone thinks. But in my heart, only the one I love can be called my wife."

"But isn't this unfair to the wife you are marrying?"

"It's unfair, but people's hearts are so big..."

After speaking, he sighed and said nothing more.

Tu Qingyu extracted some information from his words.

It seems that her mother and this handsome father had some entanglements when they were young.

She thought it would be two days before she could see Yi Zhiyuan again, but she didn't expect that he would come back in the evening.

That night happened to be the first time she ate in the dining room of the Marshal's Mansion, and she accepted Yi Zhongxing's invitation.

When Yi Zhiyuan came back and saw his old father sitting and eating together with the woman he had snatched back, he was stunned.

Yi Zhongxing raised his head and glanced at him, "You're back? Sit down and eat."

Tu Qingyu also raised his head and glanced at him, and then stopped talking.

He sat down and the servant brought him a bowl of rice. He didn't say anything after taking the rice, and just ate with big mouthfuls.

Even Yi Zhongxing couldn't help but look up at the wind-swept and remnant-cloud posture.

Finally asked: "What? You have no money to eat out?"

Yi Zhiyuan swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "I have to do something urgently and I didn't have time."

After that, the dinner table became quiet again.

After eating, Tu Qingyu walked up to Yi Zhiyuan who was sitting on the sofa, "Yi, Marshal Yi..."

"Huh?" He looked up.

"I have been bothering you for many days. Can you send me back? If I don't go back, my parents should be worried."

Yi Zhiyuan laughed at her statement. She was indeed a smart girl. Nao Nuo, she meant that she was a guest.

But he wasn't what she wanted. He chuckled, "Do you need me to remind you? I stole you."

"you……"

She was a little angry, "How do you want to send me back?"

"If you don't send me back, how about I keep you here and be my concubine?"

"Snapped--!"

Crisp slaps rang out in the hall, and everyone was stunned.

The servants who were busy at the scene stopped what they were doing. They looked at the commander's turned face in horror, fearing that gunshots would be heard in the main house the next second.

Yi Zhongxing frowned and finally said nothing.

Yi Zhiyuan raised his hand and touched his somewhat red cheek.

Turning his head, his eyes were filled with ice, and he sneered, "Heh, that's really strange."

This is the first time in his life that Yi Zhiyuan has been slapped.

Tu Qingyu's hands were shaking, as if he was trying to calm down.

"I will never become a concubine even if I die."

"Be a concubine?" Yi Zhiyuan licked his cheeks, "If I want to force you to follow me without any name or status, what can you do?"

After saying that, he stood up, took Tu Qingyu's wrist and dragged him upstairs.

"What are you doing?!" She began to struggle, "Let me go, you bastard, let go!!!"

"boom--!"

The bedroom door was closed, and he picked her up and threw her on the bed.

He was fierce and his tall body pressed down, as if he was really going to rape her in the next second.

In fact, he did think so.

When his lips touched each other, he felt an unprecedented sweetness.

Unfortunately, the next second, the taste of rust exploded in my mouth.

He pushed himself up, and the girl beneath him was breathing heavily, with some of his blood on her lips.

His focus was on those eyes, though.

Those clean and beautiful eyes were a little red, filled with fear, fear and... determination.

It was as if as long as he dared to do it, she would dare to kill him after he did it.

"Tsk."

He sat up and sighed, "Forget it."