Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 246 Visiting Leng's House!

In addition, the book also writes that in the history of demon hunters, there is no family whose color of Bianhua is silver, and no one has ever seen a silver Bianhua before that. What is the reason for that demon hunter to use the silver Bianhua as his family emblem? This probably only he himself knows. ． ． ． ． ．
A group of staff gathered under the screen at the airport, because the screen was suddenly damaged, and they were trying their best to repair it.

The person who damaged the screen had already left the airport lobby.

There is a private airport next to the airport in City A. Su Xiaoxiao heard about it for the first time. She is standing in this private airport right now, with Leng Chaoran's private jet in front of her. Apart from being shocked, Su Xiaoxiao doesn't know how to describe the situation at this moment. Feeling.

After the plane took off, the big screen at the airport suddenly returned to normal, leaving a group of technicians messing around in the airport hall.

Because there is a special route, it only took 2 hours to arrive in country R.

The cultural relic-level building in front of her was the old house of the Leng family. Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes a few times before finally confirming that it was the real thing.

Originally, I thought that the decoration and furnishings in Qiu's villa already had a sense of time travel, but I didn't expect that the Leng's old house gave people the feeling of hundreds of years ago from the inside to the outside.

"Young Master, you are back." A man who looked like a housekeeper walked out of the house, followed by a group of people, a row of men and a row of women. ostentation.

The butler's eyes sized up Su Xiaoxiao, and finally settled on her swollen belly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Leng Zhaoran's hand on her back, and suddenly slapped his legs and smiled, "Hey, this time The old lady is very happy."

"Did he misunderstand something?" Su Xiaoxiao secretly pulled Leng Zhaoran's clothes.

"Leave him alone!" Leng Zhaoran glared at the housekeeper.

The butler immediately shuddered and suppressed his smile.

Leng Zhaoran pulled her into the door, and the men and women behind the housekeeper automatically made way.

Walking all the way, more than a dozen eyes fell on her body, making Su Xiaoxiao feel like a thorn in her back, very uncomfortable.

In the hall of the house, a classically dressed woman is sitting in the center, with a graceful and luxurious posture, very much like a noble lady in ancient times.

"However, are you back?" Seeing Leng Zhaoran enter the door, the woman just raised her eyelids, and then saw Su Xiaoxiao behind him, the woman's eyes were fully opened, and then she saw Su Xiaoxiao The woman's eyes lit up at the pregnant belly.

"Mrs. Leng." Su Xiaoxiao probably guessed the woman's identity after hearing what the butler said just now, seeing her staring at her, out of politeness, she had no choice but to say hello.

Before Su Xiaoxiao finished speaking, Mrs. Leng stood up, pushed away Leng Zhaoran who was standing in front of her, and walked around her with an unconcealable joy on her face.

While Su Xiaoxiao was in a daze, a slender hand gently stroked her stomach, "Good daughter-in-law, tell Mom, how many months has it been?"

Good wife?Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback by Mrs. Leng's address.

Just as she was about to explain, Mrs. Leng's hand had already left her stomach, and she patted Leng Chaoran's back heavily, "As expected of my son, get on the bus first and then buy the ticket. He has the demeanor of your father back then!"

"..."
Su Xiaoxiao was struck by lightning again, is it really okay to educate her son like this?
Sure enough, people can't be judged by appearances. Under such a restrained appearance of Mrs. Leng, there is such an unrestrained heart hidden.

After that, Mrs. Leng never gave her another chance to explain, but kept instilling in her the precautions for a woman's pregnancy, and ordered people to buy a bunch of supplements. ． ． ． ． ．
(End of this chapter)