Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

"Xiaojing, even if you beg me, it won't be your turn. Where's Leng Yichen?"

An Xiaojing was slightly taken aback.

"I fiddled with that contract, not his fault."

An Xiaojing suddenly raised her eyes again, looking directly at Yu Zhenhuan.

"No matter who made changes to the contract, I only recognize whoever signed the contract, and I will recognize who it is."

Yu Zhenhuan squinted his eyes, then lowered his head and took a sip of tea slowly.

The corners of the thin lips were slowly raised, which made people shudder.

An Xiaojing looked at him, suddenly a little confused.

How did the gentle Yu Zhenhuan change his appearance?

What about Yu Zhenhuan who was trying to save his brother in the first place?

Help yourself out, always stand behind yourself, help yourself?

That person seemed to have changed, so much so that she no longer knew him.

The current Yu Zhenhuan felt very strange to her.

It was no longer the Yu Zhenhuan she knew before.

"So, you don't agree?"

There was some anger in An Xiaojing's eyes.

"That's natural."

Yu Zhenhuan didn't care what would happen to An Xiaojing, if she didn't agree, she wouldn't agree.

An Xiaojing's heart surged with anger.

"why?"

"Why don't you ask what Leng Yichen did to my younger brother?" Yu Zhenhuan said angrily as if suddenly stimulated, his voice was full of hatred.

An Xiaojing frowned.

It is reasonable for Yu Zhenhuan to favor Leng Chenxi.

"Even if Chen Xi is not his real brother, it has been so many years. Leng Yichen actually sent him to prison, such a person is really cruel." A sneer appeared on Yu Zhenhuan's face.

There was a trace of helplessness in An Xiaojing's eyes.

She wanted to defend Leng Yichen something.

"But that might not be his intention. He might just have to, and it's impossible for Leng Yichen to be cold enough to deal with Chen Xi."

Yu Zhenhuan sneered again, and turned the teacup in his hand.

"No matter how forced it is, Chen Xi shouldn't be sent to prison."

An Xiaojing shook her head.

"Chen Xi was framed by the company's inner ghost. Leng Yichen is also investigating this matter. He is not indifferent."

"That's enough, you don't have to speak for him anymore. If you are sincere, you won't be the one who came to me."

Yu Zhenhuan picked up the teacup and put it down again.

An Xiaojing felt that this person had become very strange.

"But did Leng Yichen tell you? His little-known secrets..." Yu Zhenhuan suddenly looked at An Xiaojing with a playful look.

An Xiaojing was stunned, secret?whats the matter?

"Actually, how could someone like Leng Yichen tell you all his secrets?"

Yu Zhenhuan said amusedly.

An Xiaojing's face turned pale.

She didn't know what that meant.

Their conversation was very unpleasant, An Xiaojing did not achieve her goal of negotiation, but it was Yu Zhenhuan's words that tugged at her heartstrings.

secret?

What secret does Leng Yichen have?

"Ring bell bell!"

Her phone rang suddenly.

An Xiaojing saw that it belonged to Leng Yichen.

"I've brought Xiaoli back, are you not at home?"

Leng Yichen's voice was very soft and gentle.

"Well, I sent Xiaoli to the Children's Palace, and then I came out for a walk. Since you picked him up, I can go back directly."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Back home, just as An Xiaojing opened the door, she saw Leng Yichen and Xiao Li lying on the table drawing.

Leng Yichen is rarely gentle.

The corners of the thin lips are slightly hooked.

An Xiaojing was startled, and walked over to have a look.

Needless to say, Xiaoli still has a bit of a posture in painting.

An Xiaojing smiled, the funny thing just now disappeared, and there was nothing unhappy about it.

Xiao Li seemed to have heard An Xiaojing's laughter, and turned his head around.

Seeing An Xiaojing, Xiao Li immediately threw away the crayon in her hand, and threw herself into An Xiaojing's arms, her soft voice sounded pink and tender, "Mommy, you're back!"

An Xiaojing hugged him firmly.

"Is Xiaoli happy at home with Daddy today?"

Xiao Li nodded vigorously.

"Happy." The child replied seriously.

An Xiaojing couldn't help laughing out loud, raised her hand and pinched Xiao Li's nose.

Leng Yichen was jealous.

"You saw Xiaoli at a glance, but you didn't see me."

"Leng Yichen, stop making trouble!"

An Xiaojing smiled.

Put Xiao Li back on the chair, curiously leaned over to see what Xiao Li was drawing.

For a moment, she was a little stunned.

Xiaoli's paintings are actually very simple.

Three people, a few white clouds, and a few trees.

A very innocent painting.

But it made An Xiaojing's nose sore, and she almost shed tears.

An Xiaojing sniffled, held back her tears, hugged Xiaoli, grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Xiao Li's painting is really good, but who is this painting?"

Xiao Li counted with his fingers seriously: "One is Xiao Li, one is Mommy, and one is Daddy."

At that moment, it seemed that there was only emotion left.

"Xiao Li is very good today." Leng Yichen said suddenly.

An Xiaojing turned to look at him and nodded.

Looking at Leng Yichen, he suddenly remembered what Yu Zhenhuan said in the tea bar just now.

Leng Yichen has a secret that no one knows.

Thinking of this, An Xiaojing's smile stopped again.

"Xiao Jing, what's wrong with you?" Leng Yichen leaned over and asked worriedly.

An Xiaojing shook her head, her eyes averted a little.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little afraid of Leng Yichen.

She didn't know why.

But I still feel that it's because of Leng Yichen's unknown secrets that she doesn't know any of them.

An Xiaojing shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts in her mind.

Then he played with Xiaoli for a while.

Who knew that Xiao Li would hum a little song slowly.

An Xiaojing raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Xiao Li, who taught you the song?"

"No one called me, I just watched the teacher keep singing, and then I will." Xiao Li said without raising his head, drawing.

An Xiaojing was even more surprised.

"Xiao Li not only has a talent for painting, but also a talent for music. It seems that I can teach him to play the piano."

Leng Yichen took the initiative to say.

An Xiaojing also laughed, staring at Xiaoli's immature face, her pupils were doting.

"Come on, Xiao Li, listen to Daddy playing the piano." Leng Yichen clapped his hands and thought, stood up and hugged Xiao Li.

Walking to the side of the piano, gently put Xiao Li down, opened the piano cover, and sat down.

Xiao Li stood by the piano and stared at Leng Yichen with big eyes.

An Xiaojing walked slowly to Xiaoli's side.

The melodious piano sounded slowly.

Like clear water flowing through a narrow valley, it brings the sound of rushing water.

Clear, tactful.

An Xiaojing was also about to be intoxicated.

The song is over.

Xiao Li listened fascinatedly from the side.

Leng Yichen looked at Xiaoli, then at An Xiaojing.

"What's the matter with you two?"

"I don't usually see you playing music, but this is really good."