Chapter: 314

Rila and Xiaohan quickly ran to the door, and through the access control system, they could see the face of the man standing outside the door.

"Mom! The scumbag dad is here!" Rila ran towards Qin An'an with a little excitement in her panic.

Qin Anan put down her apron and picked up her daughter.

"Don't be afraid, baby. You and your brother go back to the room first." Qin Anan gave Xiaohan a look.

Xiaohan reluctantly came over and stayed in the room with his sister.

Qin Anan came out of the children's room, passed through the living room, and opened the door.

Fu Shiting stood outside the door.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down from behind him, making his facial features more profound and three-dimensional.

"Yinyin is gone. The nanny who took care of her said that she was lost in your community." Fu Shiting explained his intention, "I have searched the other owners' homes, but couldn't find her."

"So you're coming to search my home?" Qin Anan looked at him lightly.

Fu Shiting met her cold eyes and said calmly, "I'm here to find someone, not to raid my home."


"If Yinyin is not at my house, what are you going to do?" Qin Anan pushed open the door and waited for him to answer.

"What do you want from me?" He took a step up the steps, leaning toward her.

His air pressure was scorching hot!

She took a step back abruptly and spoke faster: "If Yin Yin is not in my house, you must promise not to step into my house in the future!"

Fu Shiting frowned slightly, as if thinking.

After a while, his thin lips parted lightly, but he was not answering her question.

"Yinyin! Come out soon! My brother is here to pick you up!" He called out to the empty living room behind Qin An'an.

If Yin Yin is here, she will definitely come out when she hears his voice.

"Yinyin! Did you hear your brother's voice? Your brother is here to pick you up!" Because there was no response, he shouted again.

Qin Anan listened to him 'brother' one by one, so intimate.

It seems that he is really Yin Yin's brother!

Even if he is Yinyin's brother, he is not Yinyin's own brother.

After all, there is no such person Yinyin in the Fu family's household registration book.

And would a normal man treat a woman who is not his own sister better than his wife?

"Fu Shiting, stop shouting. Yinyin is not at my house. If you don't believe me, you can look for each room." Qin Anan calmed down and opened the doors of the rooms one by one.

Fu Shiting followed behind her.

After passing the first room, there was no Yin Yin in it.

There is no second room.

When he reached the door of the third room, he caught a glimpse of the two little guys inside!

Xiaohan hugged Rila, and the two children stared at him with hostility.

"Qin An'an, why do your two children hate me so much?" Fu Shiting was puzzled and looked at Qin An'an, "Did you really say bad things about me in front of them?"


Qin An'an: "they hate you because you exude an aura that children hate. You're not worth wasting my words in front of my children."

Fu Shiting was enraged by her eloquent reply.

But thinking of the child he let her knock out, he held back.

"Last time I didn't see Yin Yin, you're going crazy! Why do you still have time to quarrel with me this time?" Qin Anan teased him, "Do you think someone with a good heart will send her to the hospital again?"

Fu Shiting accepted her sarcasm and explained patiently: "The last time she was lost, her intelligence was low. This time her intelligence is higher."

"Oh...what if she was a little more intelligent?" Qin Anan asked casually, "Would you care more about her, or would you care less?"

"Qin An'an, you don't have to be yin and yang," Fu Shiting's dark eyes were filled with repressed emotions, "In your eyes, she is just a fool!"

She seemed to have touched his inverse scale.

His face suddenly turned terrifying.

Instead of continuing the search, he clenched his fists and strode away.

After he left, Qin Anan exhaled heavily and adjusted his mood.

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