Her Overbearing Man

But Leng Jian is different. He was just a small family that she didn't like, and she didn't want to break up with him and disobeyed her.

Therefore, she is the only one to kill Leng Jian but not them.

Her good mother, however, didn't even have the intention to cover it up. She was worried that she couldn't find out, so she simply told her.

Leng Qianqian didn't know why she had such a terrible mother.

It was not like that.

She grabbed the corner of her clothes and almost crumpled it. Then she pressed down the sadness in her heart.

Lonely sadness, like a shadow of the twists and turns in the coming and the way ahead, so that every space is full of its breath, so that every breath of air has its taste, such as rotten cotton in the heart of the explosion, bring the night endless bleak.

Many times, Leng Qianqian felt that he couldn't stick to it.

In fact, she is not a person who can bear hardships. At most, she is wronged and neglected at home.

But as long as you see Leng Jian, the past doesn't seem to be anything. She can also have endless courage to do things and wait for Leng Jian to wake up.

Maybe the only people in her heart who feel sorry are Bai Linlin.

But she really didn't dare and didn't have the courage to get involved.

What she cares most about, who cares most about her, has nearly lost her life because of her meddling. How can she dare to meddle.

Human beings are always selfish creatures. Even Leng Qianqian can't deny it.

When I think of Bai Linlin occasionally, she still feels a little guilty in her heart. This kind of guilt makes her feel at ease, but it is forced down by Leng Jian.

She has never cared so much about a person. Even though she was forced to be together at the beginning, later she and Leng Jian really loved each other.

Fortunately, Leng Qianqian's care these days is not in vain.

Leng Jian finally got out of danger. Before that, he was still in a daze, but because he was too tired, he was in a coma again soon.

But it's exciting enough.

It was because of this that she had the opportunity to go back to see her biological father, who had passed the critical period.

After leaving Z country, her news about there was almost completely intercepted by her good mother.

So Leng Yang, the elder brother, wants to marry Zhao Qiyu. She doesn't know. Her father's life and death are uncertain. She doesn't know. Everything is hidden from her. She is well hidden.

If it wasn't for her friends to contact her suddenly, maybe she would have been kept in the dark and didn't know anything.

No one will think that this is a mother deliberately concealing the truth.

The outside world will only feel how unfilial her own daughter is when she looks at her. Even if her own father is sick and injured, she can stay in country f with peace of mind. She is not worried at all. Even when she goes back to see her, she can only stay for a short time.

But what can she do.

Her own mother is cruel and has been in business for many years. Even if they leave there, everything will not be all right and everything will be controlled by others. Leng Jian's lying here now is the best threat. She has to compromise. Even her elder brother and her little nephew, she can't meet each other and can only leave in a hurry.

Leng Qianqian doesn't know how long she can hold on to this kind of compromise, when she will give up those fears and say things all at once, at least now she is impossible.

She is not the old Miss Leng who doesn't care about anything, can give up or ignore.

She has care about, want a lifetime of people, because of the weakness, so can no longer be fearless.

She didn't dare to gamble on the kindness of her biological mother.

She was also afraid that she would lose Leng Jian, so she shrank.

Maybe Leng Jian will blame her according to his character one day, but she doesn't care. It's enough for her to ask him to be good.

Leng Qianqian wiped the corner of his eyes, wiped away the unbearable tears, took the book beside the cabinet and opened it.

This can be regarded as the habit of her and Leng Jian when they arrived in country F.

Because Leng Jian didn't learn the f language systematically, he only knew some simple spoken language and had some difficulties in daily communication, so they often read it to him in their spare time by Leng Qianqian with a book to tell him what the word read and what the word means.

Since Leng Jian passed out of coma, she pushed her teaching plan and changed it into a story book.

And her favorite little prince.

"It took a long time to find out where he came from.

The little prince asked me many questions, but he didn't seem to hear me.

Some words he let out by accident gradually made me understand his origin. For example, when he saw my plane for the first time (I don't draw my plane because it's too complicated for me), he asked me, "what's this

Now the earth has fallen asleep, except for the gentle breeze, except for the occasional barking of a dog, the deserted streets are silent.

Because the hospital is not far from the residential area, when it is quiet, you can occasionally hear the outside sound, but you need to capture it carefully.

If you are walking alone on a gloomy path on a dark and windy night, it is still silent except for silence. The dark wind is high, the moon is black, the night is bright, the ground is black, as if the cold has blocked the light. Dark night, as if the boundless ink heavily smeared in the sky, even the faint light of the stars are not.

Night fog hit, midsummer night is a bit cool, hazy moonlight, can not see a few stars. The sky is not pure black, but a boundless deep blue in the black, stretching out into the distance. In the distance, it looks like a terrible and frightening place.

However, the slow and gentle sound of reading drifted away, like a wisp of tiny wind in the night, which eroded those terrible little by little and replaced them with mild and harmless beautiful scenery.

With a little cold, Qianqian unique cool, and gentle, is never seen gentle, just for a person and bloom.

"It's not a game.". It can fly. This is a plane. It's my plane. "

I was very proud to tell him that I could fly. So he said in surprise, "what? Did you fall from the sky? "

"Yes. I replied humbly.

"Ah? It's funny. "

At this time, the little prince gave a clear laugh.

It makes me very unhappy. I demand that my misfortune be taken seriously. Then he said

"Well, you're from heaven, too! What planet are you from? "