The age of eating a book for a lifetime has passed, and the name of a writer is no longer so attractive. The book has lost its sacred light, and the young writer still says that it is almost a fantasy legend.

Qin Huai knew that his son's English skills were good, which was different from writing an English novel. When Qin Huai took the not-too-thick notepad from Anshui, he felt particularly heavy when he saw the dense English letters.

A Chinese can speak Chinese very smoothly, but how many people can write a novel in Chinese? By the same token, Qin Huai feels that his son is doing something that everyone is impressed with.

"Okay...I don't know what kind of stories foreigners like, but Dad is already very happy that you can write them."

Qin Huai returned it to Anshui without looking closely at the notepad. The smile on his face made him gradually middle-aged, wrinkles piled up on his face, full of joy.

Many years later, Qinhuai already owned a large private school. When he stood on the top floor and looked down at his campus, his satisfied expression made Qin An laugh. He said: Do you think this is the peak of your career? Don’t be content too easily.

"My career has reached its peak more than 20 years ago and cannot be surpassed in my life." Qin Huai looked at his son who was about to take over, hugged his shoulders, and continued to look at the wide campus, "So, I'm already content."

Whenever Qin An thinks of this scene, his eyes are a little wet. Looking at his current father, although he is a naughty little bastard in his mind, as long as he achieves a little bit of success and is a little bit amazing, he is his father's greatest joy and greatest achievement, and he will be proud of it all his life.

Qin An and Anshui walked into the room. Anshui looked at the silence, and showed the confusingly mature and serious expression of Qin An, "You won't blame me for letting your parents know about this. I think they will be very happy. There is no need to hide the achievements of their son from their parents."

"How could it be?" Qin An smiled, "Do you know who I admire the most?"

"Who?" An Shui was a little strange. He was so smart, free and unruly. What kind of legendary figure should be the object of worship?

Is it Casanova, a legendary Italian 18th-century playboy, or is it Da Vinci, who is a genius in sculpture, Ming Dynasty, philosophy, music, biology, geography, architecture, and military, or is it Tesla, the most controversial scientist in modern times?

"My grandfather and grandfather." Qin An gave the answer that made Anshui the most unexpected.

"Let me talk about my grandfather first. He has four sons and one daughter. During the Cultural Revolution, he was the village party secretary. The revolutionary committee members were going to rebel. He held the sword he snatched from the Japanese devils at the door. No one dared to step forward. At that time, everyone was poor and it was not easy to eat enough. Grandpa insisted on letting his uncle finish the technical secondary school, my mother finished the technical secondary school, and his other three sons finished the university. In their village, grandpa's children were not the richest, but grandpa's backbone was the straightest because his children were all cultural people, scholars, sensible and human relations. He was not full of confidence because his children were promising, but because he fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, raising the children into talents, which was more satisfying than the great career he worked hard on himself."

Qin An paused, "As for grandpa, he is almost the same as grandpa. Of course, what makes him most admire is that he knows exactly how many tiles, beams, and bricks there are in the patio in our old house."

Turning his head, he saw An Shui sitting at the head of the bed, supporting his chin with his elbows, looking at himself seriously, "Why, I have flowers on my face?"

"No, I just think my little boyfriend looks very handsome in this way." An Shui said with a smile. She became much more natural when she stayed alone with Qin An. The relaxed beauty had a little unscrupulously seducing charm.

"Then doesn't he have the urge to give you a kiss?" Qin An jumped over and sat next to An Shui. He swung the mattress and almost swung the light An Shui down. She was so scared that she screamed, and pressed her palm on the desk before she could stabilize her body.

"I still want to take advantage of me!" An Shui angrily and gently tapped Qin An's head.

"You said that you want to be my little girlfriend. How could my little girlfriend not cooperate with the kiss when she sees her little boyfriend being handsome?" Qin An said dissatisfiedly. He had to take advantage of Anshui's advantage at this time. When she gets older, she will probably not allow it, and it will be inconvenient.

"Okay. Close your eyes, it's not that you haven't kissed me anyway." An Shui shook his hand and pretended to be generous and pursed his lips.

Qin An closed his eyes expectantly. After a long time, he didn't move. He couldn't help but open his eyes, but saw An Shui covering his mouth, bending his eyebrows, and smiling slightly.

"It's really not possible... You are too young, but you have to pretend to be mature and tease girls older than you. I have a psychological barrier when I come to kiss you seriously." Anshui patted his forehead, "Let's wait for you to grow up, at least you are taller than Sister Anshui, which makes Sister Anshui feel that you are really a man, and I will kiss you again."

It seems that there is no hope for Anshui to kiss on his own initiative. Her appearance is so seductive. In a small room, the virgin body fragrance is filled with the scent of her slender legs in her white tights. Her hands are clamped between her legs. Her crowded breasts are exposed with a gully. The suspender top fully exposes the beauty of the upper body and shoulders to her breasts. Qin An knelt behind Anshui, put his arms around her arms, and his chin is resting on her shoulders, and kisses her cheeks gently: "Sister Anshui, remember what I say today, wait until I grow up."

"Okay, okay... You made my cheeks itchy, don't blow it into my ears... It's so itchy..." An Shui's ears were soft. This little boyfriend is really good at teasing people. He is obviously just a thirteen-year-old child. His words, in line with his tone and gentle movements, actually had a strange smell. It is not so simple, but it is not annoying, warm, numb, and a bit seductive.

"It's time to eat!" Li Qin pushed open the door, looked at the appearance, and pulled Qin An open: "You kid, seeing Miss An is beautiful, even if you look sticky, you dare to climb the bed for me even if you wear shoes!"

Anshui's cheeks were scorching and hot. How could he see this look for Li Qin?

Qin An was dragged out, and his back was facing Li Qin and frowning at An Shui. An Shui couldn't help but burst into laughter. He was really confused by him. He was just a thirteen-year-old child. How could Li Qin think too much? But he always forgot this, something was wrong.

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The red apricot was struck by lightning and the phoenix was about to stop☆Xinsu★Thanks to the three of you for their rewards and comments... Haha, I was happy when I looked at the money, for some reason, although I felt very embarrassed.
Chapter completed!