Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

"Qi Rui." Mr. Leng's heart was broken, it hurt too much.

Qi Rui was irritated by him, and his words were ugly, "Don't mention this matter again, otherwise please don't come to my house again, anyway, you don't treat me like a son."

Mr. Leng walked away silently, his back, which was always straight, was a little bent, and he looked very pitiful.

Qingting couldn't help smiling wryly, "Are we being too unfeeling? Daddy is very sad."

Qi Rui didn't feel guilty at all, "It's just a good life. If you have to toss out some kind of Ayu, you asked for it."

He really couldn't figure it out, this old man was playing well outside, but suddenly he came back to China and made such a fuss, he was sick.

Things that were seen clearly more than ten years ago, become confused after ten years?

Qingting had a headache, "It's really troublesome. After so many years, he has endured it. Why did he suddenly have a brain twitch?"

Qi Rui snorted coldly, "It's okay to do it, don't bother with him, he can do whatever he wants, if it's over, I won't be polite, that child... is always a curse."

But he didn't intend to kill, he didn't do it at the beginning, and he won't do it today.

In his capacity, he doesn't bother to do that kind of thing, and he is not afraid of others' revenge.

Qingting was a little annoyed, such a person dangling in front of her could always evoke some bad memories.

"Hey, does it mean that when you get older, your heart will soften? Why do you still do it when you know it's wrong?"

Qi Rui's eyes fell on a painting, "Come out."

The painting suddenly moved, moved to one side, and a small door appeared. The door was gently pushed open, and the three children came out one after another.

Chen Xuan's expression was the deepest, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Yun Xi's expression was very complicated, and her little face was wrinkled.

Zixuan approached with a playful smile and kissed Qingting's face.

"Daddy, Mommy, hehe."

Qingting hugged the youngest son, pulled him to sit beside him, and stroked his head.

"Have you heard all?"

Zixuan nodded with a smile, "Just a little bit, not much."

Qingting's eyes flicked across the faces of the three children, "Tell me, what do you think?"

Yun Xi sat on the other side of the pavilion, full of confusion, "Is he really our cousin?"

Qingting nodded slightly, "It should be."

Her feelings towards that child are very complicated, Leng Zhongyu's son, alas.

Yun Xi leaned his head on his mother's shoulder, and asked softly, "Then why is he living outside? Where are his parents?"

Qingting thought for a while, glanced at Qi Rui, he nodded slightly, and she smiled slightly, "I'll tell you a story."

She tried to pick short words, but she spoke for more than an hour.

The past is like smoke, like a dream. In retrospect, everything is in my heart.

In that tortuous past, there were sweetness and joy, sorrow and pain, and life was full of flavors.

The three children were all dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

Chen Xuan and Yun Xi were six years old back then, they had some memories and impressions of some things.

But Zixuan didn't know anything and was dumbfounded.

"Is this the story of your youth?"

Qingting patted his youngest son's head pitifully, "Yes."

Zixuan opened his mouth wide, his head was dizzy, what a wonderful story.

"Uncle actually likes Mommy too. The men in Leng's family have the same vision."

This is what surprised him the most. The two brothers liked the same woman. What happened on TV actually appeared in real life.

This made Leng Qirui explode, "Hmph, what kind of Leng family is he?"