Hearing Qin Li's doubts, Hou Zhenguo's face suddenly showed a sentimental expression.
"Uncle Li, this matter has something to do with my mother."
As soon as Hou Liang opened his mouth, tears began to fall.
When Qin Li saw it, he was even more puzzled in his heart.
"What's the situation" Qin Li drank a glass of wine alone, curious.
The emotions of the Hou family's father and son, obviously after hearing the words of the master of national arts, they all looked melancholy.
"My mother is a master of national arts.
However, before she died, she confessed that she didn't want our Hou family to have an affair with any national arts master, so "Hou Liang couldn't cry anymore.
"Therefore, my dad and he stubbornly abide by my mother's instructions before he died, even if my Hou family is provoked by other families, whenever a master of national arts appears, my dad will take a step back."
Hou Liang continued.
"Could it be that your mother's death has something to do with her own master" Qin Li heard a hint of clues.
"That's right."
Hou Zhenguo sighed.
Qin Li nodded.
Hou Zhenguo continued: "My wife was originally a disciple of the Wing Chun sect, but on the way back from the sect that year, she was surrounded and intercepted by other sects. ” "Before I could explain the reason, my mother choked" Hou Liang was completely sad and angry.
Qin Li suddenly felt in his heart that Hou Liang's mother's entrustment before her death clearly had a metaphor that he was not allowed to be contaminated with national arts.
However, the essence of national art is great, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the quintessence of the country.
Hou Liang's mother, why is she so obsessed with national art "You didn't investigate later," Qin Li asked.
"After checking, according to the injuries on my wife's body, it can be concluded that she is a member of three sects, but it is unknown which sect they are."
Hou Zhenguo said.
I may know what your wife's deathbed entrustment meant back then" Qin Li pondered at this time, his eyes flickering.
Hou Zhenguo and Hou Liang, father and son, suddenly widened their eyes, and asked almost at the same time: "What do you mean?"
"Perhaps, even your wife doesn't know which sect the three people who intercepted and killed her belong to.
She is worried about you, if the master of national arts that comes into contact in the future happens to be the one who killed her, then don't you raise a tiger for trouble?"
Qin Li guessed.
When Hou Zhenguo heard this, he was suddenly shocked.
Well-intentioned At the moment when his wife died, he did not forget to think about the future of the Hou family, and he Hou Zhenguo was content to marry such a good wife.
"One thing was overlooked" Qin Li suddenly thought of something and asked, "You said just now, since you could conclude that the person who killed your wife belonged to the three sects, then, how could you not know which sect it belonged to?"
"Uh" Hou Zhenguo nodded ignorantly, his eyes eager.
Qin Li immediately asked rhetorically: "Who did you ask to help investigate?"
"Wei Ye, who is proficient in King Kong Fist and nicknamed Little King Kong."
Hou Zhenguo's face was shocked, "Could it be that Xiao King Kong is also prevaricating me?"
"Little King Kong hum, maybe he's not a good thing, I think, this person's words can't be trusted."
Qin Li pondered, and said with hope in his eyes: "Except for that little King Kong, who else is there at the scene?"
"No, people who know national arts, only invited Xiao King Kong at that time."
When Hou Zhenguo thought of this, he regretted it more and more.
"I didn't invite someone from the Wing Chun sect to come and visit," Qin Li's voice raised a lot.
Hou Zhenguo shook his head one after another, and shook his head in annoyance, "I was ignorant, I was sorry at that time."
"In this matter, I will help you understand that little King Kong when I have the chance."
Qin Li sighed, and at the same time assured Hou Zhenguo: "You friend, I, Qin Li, have made friends, I have something to call us, tonight's banquet is very good, let's do this first." ” "Okay."
The crowd left their seats.
At the parking lot, Ling Zi didn't know what to think of, so she had to take a taxi home.
"I'll send you home."
Qin Li said.
"Uncle Li, if my sister-in-law doesn't dislike it, no, if Aunt Ling doesn't dislike it, let's drive this Lamborghini first."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Hou Liang's words made everyone laugh.
"You, call me Ling Zi, call me aunt, weird."
Ling Zi was very embarrassed.
"Brother and sister, Hou Liang, this kid is a generation below us, and his title can't be changed."
Hou Zhenguo walked over with a smile.
Pointing to his son's silver Lamborghini, he smiled again: "It's been less than a week since you picked up the car, so you will drive first." ” "I can't take that."
Ling Zi immediately refused.
"It's all a family, you still see it like this" Hou Zhenguo took the car keys of the Lamborghini, handed them to Qin Li and said with a smile: "Persuade my brother and sister, let's go first." ” Qin Li had been laughing.
Ling Zijiao said angrily: "Why do you accept such a valuable car?"
"I helped the Hou family, and I didn't ask for any remuneration at all.
Besides, they have a lot of cars, so let's drive them first, I want to see if your colleagues will be shocked to drive to work tomorrow," Qin Li said with a smile.
"Forget it, I'll drive your Humvee, and you can drive a Lamborghini."
Ling Zi is no longer hypocritical.
Qin Li lit a cigarette, snuffed it out after taking a puff, and smiled evilly at Ling Zi's forehead: "Can't you drive me?"
"I" Ling Zi wanted to speak and stopped.
Qin Li smiled between his eyebrows and asked again: "Today, I broke through all difficulties and saved you once at gunpoint, I really don't plan to hurt me."
"Another day, Brother Li, I'm not feeling well these days."
Ling Zi pursed her lips and chuckled.
Qin Li was relieved, women, there are always a few days of discomfort every month.
Ling Zi drove away in a Humvee, but her heart was extremely worried.
Yes, she also wants to be intimate with Qin Li.
However, she suddenly thought of his father's particularly meaningful words this morning.
Qin Li is not a thing in the pool.
This is enough to show that Qin Li's future path in the future will be eye-catching.
If you want to completely control Qin Li, you can only do it if your own strength becomes stronger.
Although Ling Zi was also puzzled, his father was demented, why would he say this However, with her senses, Ling Zi decided to contain her emotions first and make one last decision.
Driving a Lamborghini, Qin Li drove to the high-end community of King's Landing.
Sure enough, it was a supercar, even if there were many vehicles on the road, but under Qin Li's driving skills, it was still a lightning speed.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Qin Li took the elevator to the seventeenth floor.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Qin Li found that the door of room 172 was half-hidden.
"Sister Wanqing doesn't close the door in the middle of the night," Qin Li muttered, "Suck should be called Sister Wanqing, Vice Mayor Zhao." ” Out of curiosity, Qin Li possessed the door of room 172 and knocked lightly.
"Vice Mayor Zhao, I'm Qin Li, is it convenient to go in?"
Without hearing a response, Qin Li simply opened the door and stepped in.
Just as he was about to call again, Qin Li found that Zhao Wanqing, who was wearing pajamas, was a little disheveled, lying on the sofa, snoring slightly. t1706231537: