Report to Mommy: Daddy is chasing you

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Zhang Ling's complexion changed for a while, and the inexplicable guilt made her unable to justify herself.

At this time, Leng Xinzhi, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke.

"Leng Yiru, why do you still have the face to question my mother here? If your biological mother hadn't appeared, would my father have died now? Do you want to hold the responsibility? I think the first person to hold the responsibility is you Mother and daughter."

Hearing this, Zhang Ling suddenly understood.

"Yes, Ah Ru, why do you still have the face to question me? Your mother has passed away these two days, do you know how depressed your father is? The doctor said he had a heart attack, and I think he died of lovesickness. "

Zhang Ling grabbed the skirt of her clothes and cried bitterly, "Why am I so miserable? After marrying a husband, it's fine to think about other women all my life. When I die, I will be slandered like this. Ah Ru, do you want Are you happy that I went with him?"

These words left Leng Yiru speechless at all.

Was it really because of her mother that the adoptive father died suddenly?

If so, she is an indirect murderer.

Leng Yiru bit her lip tightly, the pain in her heart was indescribable.

"Mom, stop talking, don't you see that my sister is very sad?"

Leng Chutian took a step forward, protecting Leng Yiru with red eyes.

"If she's sad, your mother won't be sad to me?"

Zhang Ling slapped Leng Chutian, "You are my son, why are you helping outsiders to bully your mother?"

"What outsider? Mom, she is my sister and your daughter."

"No, she's not my daughter. Her biological mother is back, and she killed your father."

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Leng Xinzhi on the side watched coldly, with a hint of mockery at the corner of her mouth.

Looking at Ji Beichen beside Leng Yiru, a hint of interest flashed in his almond eyes.

He has a grudge against Xiao Linghan.

Then why on earth did he take such painstaking efforts to send Leng Yiru to Xiao Linghan's side?

What is his purpose?
There is no news from the private detective these days, so what secret does Leng Yiru have?

Sensing someone watching him, Ji Beichen glanced at Leng Xinzhi, his warm face was full of indifference.

Is she looking for a private investigator to check him?

Leng Xinzhi, the daughter of Zhang Ling and her lover!
It's time to give her a good warning.

Seeing Ji Beichen leave the ward with Leng Yiru in his arms, Gong Zeye hurried to the side, took out his mobile phone and called Xiao Linghan.

"A Ling, come back quickly, something serious happened."

Leng Yiru's chest hurts so much that she can't breathe.

She watched the medical staff push Leng Linhai away, and she felt so much pain that she couldn't die.

She wanted to scream, and wanted them to keep him, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of cotton, making it difficult for her to speak.

Papa, her dearest papa!
Will she never see his loving smile again?

Can she no longer hear him calling her nickname lovingly?

Dad, don't go!

Leng Yiru's mood fluctuated violently, and the unspeakable pain made her feel short of breath, and fell into the boundless darkness in an instant.

"Ah Ru, wake up quickly."

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Leng Yiru had a dream.

In the dream, Leng Linhai was still young. He stood under the blue sky, stretched out his hand towards her, and said with a smile, "Will you be my daughter?"

"Yes, I will!"

The little girl ran towards him and threw herself into his arms.

Her father's embrace was still so warm, which made her very nostalgic.

"Daddy, I will always love you. Don't leave me!"

Tears trickled down his face, moistening his black hair.

A slight sigh came from my ear, "Ah Ru, don't be sad, you still have me."

The man's deep voice made Leng Yiru slowly open his eyes.

With just one glance, Xiao Linghan's black eyes were looking at her tenderly.

"you're awake?"

"Aling."

Leng Yiru immediately threw herself into Xiao Linghan's arms, tears streaming down her face.

With a look of pity on Xiao Linghan's face, he stroked her back gently, "I know, I know everything."

The man who valued love and righteousness passed away like this, and he was also very sad.

Not to mention her who regards him as her closest relative.

"A Ling, what time is it now, my dad?"

A moment later, Leng Yiru asked in a hoarse voice.

"You slept for a day and a night, and your father's funeral is arranged in two days."

Fearing that her mood would fluctuate too much, he asked Gong Zeye to give him a tranquilizer.

"I've been sleeping for so long? My dad is gone, how can I still sleep?"

Leng Yiru's tears filled his eyes again, and he kept blaming himself.

"Okay, Ru, listen to me."

Xiao Linghan's voice was low and calm, "You can't be resurrected after death. Your father loves you so much, I believe he wouldn't want to see you in such a sad state. Calm down, let's see him off for the last time .”

Hearing this, Leng Yiru bit her lip, tried hard to suppress the pain in her heart, hugged Xiao Linghan's waist and burst into tears.

Dear dad, you must be fine in heaven.

Xiao Linghan hugged her into his arms, stroked her black hair gently, and had deep black eyes.

Two days later, at Leng's house, the mourning hall has been set up.

With red and swollen eyes, Leng Yiru received the guests who came to express their condolences together with the mother and son of the Leng family.

Because of Xiao Linghan, the number of guests who came to express their condolences was more than double that of the original, which greatly added a little honor to Leng Linhai's funeral.

And Xiang Zheyu, who hadn't shown up for a long time, was also present today as the general representative of the Leng Group.

Although the relationship between him and Leng Xinzhi was very tense, Leng Linhai did not drive him out of the Leng Group, and he still served as the general manager of the Leng Group.

On this special day today, Leng Xinzhi suppressed her temper and asked him to help with internal and external affairs.

Seeing Xiang Zheyu receiving the guests with long sleeves and dancing, Leng Xinzhi clenched her fists tightly.

This man should have been hers, but it was Leng Yiru, this bitch, who caused her to lose all her pride and self-esteem.

Leng Yiru, she will never let her have such an easy time.

As night fell, the guests left one after another.

Leng Yiru came to the bathroom, knocked on his sore legs, his face was full of unconcealable sadness.

Tears seem to flow forever, as long as I think of Leng Linhai's face, tears will flow down my face.

Leng Yiru took a deep breath and poured water on her face vigorously, not to let herself be so sad.

"Aru."

The deliberately low voice rang in his ears, Leng Yiru suddenly turned his head, and saw Xiang Zheyu standing beside him.

Leng Yiru looked vigilant, wiped off the water stains on his face, and prepared to leave quietly.

A strong force came from his arm, Leng Yiru hastily flung it away, and warned in a low voice: "Xiang Zheyu, let go."

Why does this man still pester her?