Passionate Devotion

Chapter 605 620 either does not start, or for a lifetime 6

It's a pity that I dare not say anything. The man who talks about the same thing sends her to Ji Yiming's research institute every day. He is worried that she will not have a child, right? Tong Lu lowered her eyes, very depressed, this man cared more about children than she thought.

Leng Ye would like to check the time: "You stay at home, I'll go out."

He married a gift box and then went out. In the past few days, every day, Tong Lu caught a glimpse of him completely disappearing outside the door before taking back his eyes. He didn't know what he was going to do?

Outside the house, Secretary Yu followed Leng Yejin's pace: "Jin Shao, shall I go to Mr. Leng Zong tonight?"

"Ok."

The night is not late, Leng Ye would like to take the car to the villa where Leng Zong lived. Although it is the same manor, the manor covers a large area and each villa is self-contained. The villa of Leng Ye is more primitive. .

In the living room, Mr. Leng Zong looked at the gift box sent by Leng Yejin, a set of fine porcelain tea sets.

Leng Zong looked at his nephew unpredictably: "I came here with a gift so late, isn't it just to convince me and agree with you? These days and nights, you have been visiting a house one day, I still wonder when you will Step into this door."

Leng Ye would respectfully and humbly pick up the tea set she sent, and sat face to face with Mr. Leng, slowly brewing tea, and making tea: "Because I think Sanshu is the most difficult to convince, so I can only rank you last. Dare to come here now."

How could Leng Zong believe his nonsense, speaking of boldness, so many younger generations, he is the most unscrupulous.

Leng Ye would like to offer the brewed tea with both hands: "Uncle San, you can taste the taste and see if the tea brewed by this tea set suits your appetite."

Leng Zong took it, took a sip, and the fragrance was fragrant: "If you can drink the tea you make yourself, the poorest tea set will suit your appetite, let alone this set of teapots with purple sand? Tonight, I was caught in the light of that little girl. Tell me, why do you insist on identifying her?"

"There is no reason, but I saw the right eye." Leng Yejin said, the expression in the bottom of his eyes softened unconsciously: "Uncle San, although you have always been harsh on Ye Mei, I know you are also a man of temperament. Back then, how much you wanted to marry Ye Mei’s mother, so much now I want to marry Tong Lu, I don’t want to repeat your mistakes, I hope to get your support."

Leng Zong pinched the finger of the small teacup, and shook it imperceptibly, and then looked at his nephew's eyes, more than a little bit sharp: "Little bunny, can you compare things with the elders?"

"You treat me as a big rebellion." Leng Yejin also picked up a cup of tea and sipped his mouth: "But I really don't want to follow your footsteps. Instead, I should learn from you."

Leng Zong originally wanted to marry a commoner woman, but gave up because of family pressure. He married the third aunt of a family woman. After so many years of marriage, the two have always respected each other as guests. There are also three or four children, but the third uncle holds it in his palm. Yes, but only Ye Mei who has no blood relationship.

"If I didn't meet her, I might be happy to use marriage as a stepping stone for family interests, but there is no such thing in this world, Sanshu, I guarantee that Leng's family will be under my control. For ten years, the performance of the family consortium will be based on a percentage each year. This is a letter of commitment. If I fail to do it in a year, I will immediately ask myself to be a good man. I only want a free choice of marriage, no interest."

Leng Yejin said, pushing a letter of commitment over.

(End of this chapter)