Major General, he is showing affection again

Quentin's face was cold, and his golden vertical pupils narrowed dangerously, and the terrifying coercion that no one should enter continued to radiate from his body.

He almost swung a piece of red cloth in front of his eyes twice, and he was able to raise his hoof with a heavy breath and hit the little white face in front of him who dared to dig the corner of his wall.

Gun Gun pulled him: "Dad, Dad, look, what is that man trying to do by pulling Dad?"

Quentin followed the rolling gaze, and sure enough, Garcia nodded, as if agreeing to the man. The young man in the pink shirt across from him brightened his eyes, jumped up happily, and hugged Garcia. West Asia.

Quentin is like an angry pit bull, he...he...where do he put his hands!

The string called reason in the head was completely broken.

Quentin kicked the ground with his hoof, and with a whoosh, he rushed out to the two people in front of him who were tired and crooked.

The youth in pink was talking enthusiastically with Garcia when he saw a black shadow descend from the sky.

An iron palm tightly clamped his wrist on Garcia's shoulder, and a tingling sensation came from the joint of his hands. Bin felt that his hand was about to break, and he even heard the pain of his bones. There was a rattling sound.

Bin raised his head suddenly, facing Quentin with a gloomy face, who looked at him coldly with golden vertical pupils, making no secret of his disgust and hatred for him.

I don't seem to know this person?Why does he have the expression that I kidnapped his wife.

The pain from the bones of the hand became more obvious, Bin didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly mobilized his mental strength to defend against the enemy.

He pushed Garcia away with a palm, grabbed Quentin's arm with his backhand, and concentrated his energy in one hand, intending to throw him out.

Quentin sneered.

"Bin!" Garcia staggered and exclaimed, the field of mental power was too strong, pushing him ten steps away.

Seeing that Garcia was about to be knocked down, Quentin hurriedly used his mental strength to wrap around Garcia like vines, and put him firmly on the ground.

It's good that Garcia didn't shout, his voice was full of worries about Bin, and in Quentin's view, there might also be some other inexplicable emotions mixed in.

His own deed is for someone else!

Under the double influence of the male nature and the owner's instinct, Quentin became furious. His eyes were red, like a furious fire-breathing Tyrannosaurus rex. Stamped to death trampled to death trampled to death.

The blue light around Quentin was more intense, and the spiritual beam mixed with silver electric light suddenly attacked Bin.

Not good, Garcia looked at the dying Bin, and then at the angry Quentin.Without thinking, he stood in front of Bin.

Quentin's golden vertical pupils suddenly widened, and he changed his gestures rapidly, manipulating the light beam to fly aside.

Even so, the aftermath of the attack should not be underestimated. Bin was thrown directly against the wall, creating a deep human-shaped crater.

Garcia opened his eyes, a pair of aquamarines filled with huge waves, full of anger: "What are you doing, are you sick?"

Immediately squatted next to Bin, checked his injuries: "How are you?"

Bin shook his head, indicating that he was out of the way.The attack just now looked fierce, but he actually didn't receive any real fatal injuries.

It just hit the wall, and the head fell dizzy.

Just as he was about to speak, blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and the pink shirt was glaringly bright red.

Why is it suddenly dark?Thinking of this, Bin rolled his eyes and passed out.

Quentin clenched his fingers tightly in his sleeve, and stood quietly by the side without saying a word.

Originally, he just wanted to frighten this kid, but he only used a little strength to make a move. It seemed to be in the eyes, but in fact it would not cause serious injury at all.

This kid has become like this.

Seeing Garcia struggling to move the person in front of him, Quentin pursed his thin lips and walked forward: "Garcia, I'll carry him to the hospital!"

Garcia again!

It was because of Garcia that Li Bin was seriously injured.

There was a trace of coldness in Garcia's eyes, he threw Quentin's hand away, and looked at him coldly: "There is no need to trouble you. I will come by myself and let you send him. I don't know if he is still alive or not." exist."

After speaking, Garcia picked up Bin on his back, took a speeding car at the nearest roadside, and left quickly.

Rolling licking the candied haws in his hand, he slowly moved to Quentin's feet step by step, and tugged at his trouser legs: "Father, the relationship between you and Dad seems to be getting worse."

Quentin scratched his hair angrily, and said dejectedly, "Yeah, your father seems to hate me even more."

Cook what he likes to eat; buy him what he likes; satisfy all his wishes; always be ready to become a domineering boyfriend, ready to pretend to be cool and handsome in any scene.Obviously he did it according to the standard requirements of "How to Win the Heart of a Qizi 72 Strategies". Favorite book for reference.

He also specially read the buyers' comments, and many buyers said that the baby is really good, and after buying this baby, Qi Zi took the initiative to throw himself into his arms.

How to get to Garcia, all invalid.

My favorite sweets in the past—I don’t eat them now; I asked him to watch a fight, but he disliked it being too bloody; I bought him a couple’s watch, and it was hung in Maca’s hand after changing hands; these days, I didn’t give myself one .

Quentin looked at the little one at his feet. When he rolled out alone, Garcia was like an old hen guarding its cubs. He was nervous and always wanted to follow and stare.It's fine now, without blinking.Even his own son is useless.

Gun Gun looked at the sluggish father, tugged at his sleeve, and said mysteriously: "I have a way to help you get Dad back."

Quentin squatted down dubiously, with undisguised suspicion in his eyes, you are such a little guy, what good idea can you have?

Rolling over the collar of Quentin's jacket, he whispered a few words in his ear.

Quentin's face was very exciting in an instant. He changed back and forth more than a dozen times as if changing his face, and finally hugged the pillar next to him and refused to let go: "No, I won't do it even if I die. It's too embarrassing. As the owner, I will stay at home in the future. What else is there!"

It was as if someone was forcing him to sell it with a knife!

Gun Gun glanced at him contemptuously: "Do you think you have a lot of face now?"

Quentin: That's a tough knife!

"If you don't hurry up and work hard, maybe one day my father will find me a stepfather! Everyone wants a good cabbage, a little sense of crisis, okay, Dad!"

Quentin: That makes sense, and I'm speechless.

Quentin glanced at his son suspiciously, and asked hesitantly, "Is this sure to work?"

Won't be thrown out by Garcia?

Gun Gun patted Quentin on the shoulder, and straightened his soft chest: "Don't worry, Dad. Dad is the cutest and furry thing. No matter how much trouble I caused in the past, as long as I am like this, Dad will say anything Stop talking."

*******

When Garcia came home, it was already the willow shoots on the moon, and the room was pitch black from the yard.Garcia let out a long breath, it seems that Maca's mother and Gun Gun are both asleep.

It was time to send Bin to the hospital, register for an examination and go through the formalities.

The wound looks serious, but there is no real damage, just apply the medicine and lie down for two days.

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, dragging his tired body back home.

Garcia lifted his shoes and walked up the stairs lightly.

The room was quiet, with a faint smell of incense.

Garcia's eyes were fixed on the bed, the quilt was still the same as when he left, it seemed that Gun Gun didn't come to his room today.

This is easy to understand, but what the hell is that tightly wrapped square box on the bed?

This is a beautifully packaged paper box, which is as exquisite as the gift box in the cake shop outside. The difference is that the box on my bed is more than ten times larger than the gift box, which is the size of a person.

Garcia approached suspiciously, the top of the box was covered with a layer of soft velvet, and a bow was carefully tied with pink silk thread.

The slender fingers wrapped around the pink ribbon and pulled gently.

With a bang, colorful ribbons burst out, like a lotus flower blooming, and the things hidden in the box slowly revealed their true colors.

Garcia's eyes widened suddenly.

Cat... cat ears, so cute cat ears.

Garcia stood there blankly with a straight face, but the little Garcia in his soul was a fanatical nympho with star eyes and cheeks.

Ahhh!My favorite is the cat ears, and the fluffy tail, and the painted mustache is so cute, I really want to pinch it.

Quentin flicked his big tail vigorously. This is a y adult suit specially made by someone. The boss also gave a pair of cat ears which are very popular nowadays.

It is said that many Qizi cannot resist this super killer weapon.

Quentin scratched his beard. In these days, businessmen are too unreliable, and they will run the train with their mouths all over to sell their goods.

It was hype, and it was obvious that Garcia didn't respond.

And Gun Gun, his strength is cheating!

What Quentin didn't know was that Garcia had already reached the brink of confusion, as long as he hooked his fingers again, Garcia would rush forward with bright eyes and finish him off!

It’s so hard to die, Quentin spoke, and the first thing he said was: "Garcia, do you like it? I..."

Garcia, who was sneakily about to pinch the cat's ears, was stunned, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, which made his heart feel cold.

"What did you just call me?"

Quentin looked up, Garcia seemed to be a little bit wrong, he hesitated for a moment, and still shouted: "Garcia, what's wrong with you?"

Garcia's already pale face turned even paler, and his eyes were filled with flames. He threw Quentin out by the tail: "Get lost!"

Behind the door, Garcia covered his forehead in pain and leaned against the door weakly.

After a long time, he seemed to have figured something out, quickly put on his clothes, and after a rustling sound, he quietly appeared in the living room.

Rolling rubbing his sleepy eyes, he fell into Garcia's arms: "Father, where are we going? Rolling is so sleepy, can we go back to sleep."

Garcia kissed his little head: "Go away, I'll be there in a while."

Garcia hugged Roll with one hand, and pressed the door latch with the other.

As long as he leaves this place, everything will be back to normal, and there will be no one who disturbed him anymore.

A hand pressed his hand.

Quentin changed his clothes, forgetting the cat ears on his head in a hurry.

There was undetectable sorrow in the golden vertical pupils. He grabbed Garcia's hand and asked, "Where are you going with you in the middle of the night?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Gun Gun is only a child, and your mental strength has been impaired, and you have lost your memory. Where can you take him?"

After amnesia, Garcia hated it when someone brought up this matter. The pity or schadenfreude eyes of the people around him seemed to remind him all the time that he was a semi-disabled person. Garcia got angry and replied stiffly: " As long as there is no place without you, anywhere is fine."

Quentin seemed to stagger a bit, and he asked hoarsely, "I'm like that, do you hate it?"

Garcia lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Quentin's golden vertical pupils were extremely sad: "Garcia, I did something wrong before, and it's my retribution that you don't want to forgive me."

Throat cut like a knife, Quentin uttered each word with difficulty: "Gun Gun is still young, you still have injuries, you need a stable environment, Nanpu has good mountains and rivers, and people are also good."

"It shouldn't be you who left. I will leave here immediately, and I won't bother you in the future."

Quentin stepped out of the door, hesitating for a moment, and said slowly: "I'm sorry for disturbing your peaceful life."