The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 3321: Flying Misfortune 9
Not knowing why, Yin Tingjun asked, "Where are there diplomats?"

Leng Ye also put his hands in his pockets idly, and stood side by side with him, standing in front of the yard, looking at the golf that had already driven out of the yard, crossed his jaw, and smiled playfully: "Isn't that beautiful woman just a diplomat? The beauty I mentioned to you three months ago?"

Yin Tingjun choked sharply: "Miss Su?"

Leng Ye thought for a while: "It seems that the surname is Su."

"Damn trough!"

Yin Tingjun shuddered, just now he thought that Ms. Su had breasts and buttocks, she was charming and temperamental, when her cousin poured a basin of cold water on her, her whole body shivered, and she lost all interest at once, a chill came up from the soles of her feet. , shook his head violently, why did the recent disasters happen one after another?Amitabha, he's going to take a cold shower to extinguish the nasty thoughts that are gushing out of his heart.

Yin Lu got out of the car and saw her nephew quickly entering the house. Her son gloated and laughed, and asked curiously, "Your cousin is still injured, why did you irritate him?"

Leng Ye pursed his lips, glanced at Gu Qiyue who was sitting in front of the piano, put his arms around Yin Lu's arm, and said innocently: "Mom, I didn't provoke my cousin, I just told her that I just left Women are his love, and I call it a pleasure to help others."

Yin Lu couldn't understand her son's words, and she was pulled over by Leng Yejin.

Leng Yejin gave his son a warning look: "My wife is also something you can hug?"

"Dad, the blood relationship between me and my mother is closer than the husband and wife relationship between you and my mother. Can you recognize the reality?"

Before Leng Yejin took care of his son with a black face, Leng Ye slipped away, ran to the living room, took an orange on the coffee table and played with it in his hand, and took a fresh rose from the vase towards the girl playing the piano in front of the French window , casually stuck in her hair.

"My cousin is eccentric, and I only give flowers to Gu Qiyue." Leng Mi's dissatisfied voice was blocked by the orange stuffed into his mouth.

Yin Jiushu stood by the side and laughed, and helped Leng Shuang to leave the scene. Instead of being a light bulb, Leng Shuang kept saying, "Although I can't play the piano as well as Gu Qiyue, Gu Qiyue can't play it as well as you." Well, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Yes, yes, each has its strengths and weaknesses. You are the best in kung fu, and no one can compare. You sit down quickly. The doctor said that although you have been discharged from the hospital, your feet have not been raised well, so you can't Bouncing and bouncing."

Yin Jiushu looked at the obvious scar on her fair calf, frowned and said, "Can skin grafting be used to remove the scar on her calf?"

"I don't care at all." Leng Shuang spoke hard, but she actually loved beauty in her heart, she pointed to the gunshot wound on her leg and said: "In the future, if any man dares to dislike the ugly scar on my leg, I will kick him away. Don't worry, only I will choose a man in the future, and there will be no chance for a man to choose me! If I don't dislike others, I should burn incense and worship Buddha. If I can't find a man, I will marry you!"

Yin Jiushu snorted, "Get out, I don't want to marry you."

"Then you will be my wife." Leng Shuang hugged Yin Jiushu: "Call me husband from now on!"

Leng Yejin dragged his wife into the room, listening to the conversation between his niece and niece, he couldn't understand what a generation gap is?Thinking about it carefully, in junior high school, the girls at the same table also liked to call the girl at the front table husband. At that time, he once thought that the two girls had a lace habit, and taught him a few words out of good intentions, but the result was of course It was the two girls who laughed at him for making a fuss, they were just kidding.With such a memory, it seems that there is no generation gap anymore, so I took a long breath, confident that I can still pretend to be tender.

(End of this chapter)