Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 130 What the hell is going on?
Hong Jiaqi will not give her any steps down, let alone give her any face. At this time, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. It will only be more difficult to stay than to leave.

Leng Shuangruo thought about it, and finally turned around, "I still have some things that I haven't taken away, so I can tidy them up and take them away."

Hong Jiaqi smiled, "No one has touched your room."

Leng Shuangruo glanced at her indifferently, and walked upstairs, her fingers on the handrail clasped tightly. Now that she came in, Leng Shuangruo would never leave again, Hong Jiaqi, let's wait and see.

An Lan watched her enter the room upstairs, and couldn't help frowning at Hong Jiaqi, "Didn't Uncle Zhong pack up Miss Leng's things and send them away? Why..."

"She always finds an excuse to stay." Hong Jiaqi said disapprovingly, she never forgot what she promised Leng Huang.

It's just that after being insulted like that, Leng Shuangruo was still willing to stay with a shy face. She was quite surprised. It seemed that Leng Shuangrui was really devoted to Pei Zhihan, and he didn't even want his dignity.

"But why did Miss Hong let her stay?" An Lan didn't like that Leng Shuangruo very much.

Hong Jiaqi smiled lightly, "Pei Zhihan would be willing to see her."

"If that's the case, what if the young master still has feelings for her?" An Lan said worriedly, since Hong Jiaqi has come back, it's better if Leng Shuangruo doesn't come back.An Lan looked at Hong Jiaqi and felt that Hong Jiaqi's mind was a little elusive.

"She thought that as long as she saw Pei Zhihan, all problems would be solved, but is it really like this?" Now Leng Shuangruo thinks that she is grasping the last straw, but she doesn't know that the straw is so fragile that it doesn't look like it.

People, sometimes even if they know that the road ahead is wrong, they will still stick to it, which can be described as cold and frosty.

Leng Shuangruo didn't come out after entering the room. Hong Jiaqi watched the sunset in the courtyard.

at dusk
The Lamborghini drove in from outside, and it was getting dark.

At this time, Aunt Qiu had already prepared dinner.

Hong Jiaqi looked at Pei Zhihan who came in from the door, and was about to say something, when a weak and beautiful voice came from upstairs, "Zhihan" had a lingering tone, and the bones of those who heard it were almost numb.

Hong Jiaqi turned around, and saw Leng Shuangruo coming down the stairs, wearing a pink silk nightgown, with a graceful figure, but a pale face, holding on to the handrail with distracted eyes, and walking down the steps fragilely step by step, then Slow, so powerless, as if he might fall down at any time.

"what"

Sure enough, the moment he was about to reach the living room, Leng Shuangruo's feet tilted and he rushed towards the ground screaming. Everyone took a deep breath and watched the scene nervously.

Pei Zhihan moved like lightning, and quickly went over to hug the fallen woman, "Bingqing!" The voice he called out was eager and tense, as if his heart was trembling, and those sharp eyes that were already cold were all at the moment. Is nervous and worried.

The woman in "Bing Qing" looked at him weakly, then closed her eyes, and passed out from prostration. Pei Zhihan became emotionally inexplicably excited, "Bing Qing, Bing Qing, Bing Qing..." Hugged her arms anxiously The people inside ran to the door, "Hold on, hold on, Bingqing, we'll go to the hospital right away."

Hong Jiaqi looked at the figure who quickly disappeared at the door, turned around and went to the dining table. She was really hungry after waiting for a long time.

"Miss Leng was obviously fine when she came in, why suddenly..." An Lan filled Hong Jiaqi with soup and placed it in front of Hong Jiaqi, scratching her head in puzzlement, "What's going on?"

(End of this chapter)