For the rest of my life, you are cold and warm

Chapter 1941 Heartache
"But how do you know it's me?" After all, she covered her face with a silk scarf and made a little disguise.

Indeed, ordinary people probably wouldn't know who she was.

But who in the Leng family would be really simple.

He told Shadow to follow her at that time, and finally took a picture of her and came back.

However, he would not let her know about this.

"My nephew is friends with Mr. Gu. Some time ago, because Qing'er had some problems, I happened to hear my nephew calling."

It would make sense to push the blame on to her nephew, at least she wouldn't rush to ask him now.

Yin Shanling didn't suspect him, but smiled.

Although I don't like the idea of ​​repaying favors, because she has never been the kind of person who promises to reciprocate favors, but there is an advantage, it's okay for them to be in the same room, because he won't have undue thoughts about himself.

That's it!

If possible, she really doesn't want to involve his uncle, let alone share the same room with his uncle with such a status, but the people of the Yin family are optimistic about the Leng family and Leng Muchen, look at tonight Knowing this is equivalent to packing her up and sending her to his bed.

That person...he must hate her so much now!

In the end, Yin Shanling slept on the bed, and Leng Muchen slept on the sofa like a gentleman, covered with his own windbreaker.

Changing the place, with this atmosphere again, both of them lost sleep.

Although the lights in the room were turned off, there were street lights shining in. As long as Leng Muchen raised his head, he could see the fair nape of the man on the bed. I don't know how many times, his mouth was dry and he couldn't help it. It was better to get up and turn the sofa in the other direction, but the image of the girl with her back to him and the delicate skin exposed would always come to mind.

Such a night is really tormenting.

I don't know how long it took before my eyelids sank.

Outside the Indian house, a limited-edition Maybach was parked under a tree, the car was filled with smoke, and it was hard to tell which pack of cigarettes it was.

When he learned that she brought Leng Muchen to live in Yin's house, he became extremely irritable.

How much he wanted to rush in and grab her to his side, so he could ask her if those affectionate feelings in the hospital were fake?

Otherwise, why see you again, she just held another man's hand and said that it was her boyfriend.

But he is not qualified to rush in, why should he?
From birth to now, this is the first time he has been so powerless about one thing.

He had torn off his tie and dropped it on the co-pilot's seat. He unbuttoned three black shirt collars and hung them obliquely on his body, revealing a large area of ​​wheat-colored skin. With a delicate collarbone and a delicate face, the man looks like a vampire at this time, dangerous and deadly good-looking.

Suddenly, the lights of Yinzhai came on, and even the door of Yinzhai opened.

The servant was in a hurry, as if something had happened.

Leng Feng hurriedly opened the car door, walked a little closer, and then saw the woman come out holding his little uncle, hurried into the car, and then left in a hurry.

Everyone was busy there, and no one noticed his existence, and no one knew his mood at this time.

After a long time, the man turned around, and the figure walked towards his car lonely.

After getting into the cab, the man who was always as tough as steel actually lay down on the steering wheel and began to cry.

why?
Why is he?
And the princess hugs it!
Seeing her anxious look, did she fall in love with his uncle at first sight?

Leng Feng's mood at this time is really like being grabbed by a white bone claw, bloody pain.

(End of this chapter)