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

Everyone watched Yu Zhenhuan leave.

Leng Yichen looked at the man's back, still somewhat disdainful of what he just said.

He has never understood that person Yu Zhenhuan.

Now it seems even more incomprehensible.

However, this death day, being so disrupted by Yu Zhenhuan, did not have the strong melancholy and gloomy atmosphere that was exaggerated before.

When An Xiaojing and Leng Yichen went back, Xiao Li had already fallen asleep.

An Xiaojing looked at her son and suddenly sighed.

"It's better to be a child. Go to sleep when you want to sleep one day, without any worries."

"That's because you gave him a trouble-free childhood."

Leng Yichen smiled and looked in front of the car window, as if a memory floated into his mind.

He was not so lucky.

When he was young, his parents left early, and he had to take care of himself and Chen Xi.At a very young age, you have to learn to manage the empire group.

In his childhood, there was never any extra time for playing, all of which were spent in various studies.

There is a lot of pressure on his small shoulders, and these pressures are not only given to him by the outside world, but also given by himself.

The most painful time was when his parents left, which caused him to have serious psychological problems for a long time afterwards.

His childhood, and even his teenage years, were very imperfect.

When he was still in middle school, he had to learn how to socialize, drink, and smoke. He had to master these things in the adult world early.

In high school, he not only had to be the first in the best middle school, but also took over the Imperial Group as the president.

At that time, Leng Yichen was the youngest president of the Imperial Group.

For so many years, no one climbed to that position earlier than him.

However, is it really possible to cover the sky with one hand as others have seen?

Power over the world?

No, it's not impossible, but what's the point of getting these things.

Gradually retracted his thoughts.

Leng Yichen looked at An Xiaojing.

"Thank you for teaching Xiao Li so well."

When he spoke softly, An Xiaojing was still a little taken aback.

"Leng Yichen, what are you talking about?"

An Xiaojing shook her head.

"It's said that it's my father's fault to raise him or not. Xiaoli must have inherited your genes and blood for being so obedient. I think he's usually quite quiet, so it probably has something to do with your personality."

An Xiaojing smiled and said, all the unhappiness at Su's house just now disappeared.

Leng Yichen stretched out a hand and rubbed An Xiaojing's hair.

"It's so kind of you."

"Actually, Xiaoli admires you very much, you must not know it."

An Xiaojing smiled secretly, how could she not understand her son's little thoughts?

Leng Yichen looked at Xiaoli again.

"My son likes me so much, what about you?"

However, he quickly turned his eyes to the front, after all, he was still driving.

But at this moment, Leng Yichen could never see the tenderness in An Xiaojing's eyes.

"I would also like."

An Xiaojing's voice was very low, Leng Yichen heard everything.

Then the corners of the mouth rose.

That kind of joy is incomparable to the high test scores in the boring school days.

The car gradually drove into the villa, Leng Yichen got off from one side with Xiao Li in his arms, and An Xiaojing got off from the other side.

After a day of tossing and meeting so many people, An Xiaojing was already exhausted.

Without taking a bite of food, she lay down on the bed, not even taking off her shoes in time.

After Leng Yichen settled Xiaoli, he walked to An Xiaojing's side and helped her take off her shoes and clothes.

Then she came over with a hot towel and helped An Xiaojing wipe her face clean.

Looking at An Xiaojing again, I feel more distressed.

He shouldn't have made her so tired.

An Xiaojing slept so soundly that she couldn't feel the people on her body touching her at all.

After An Xiaojing was settled down, Leng Yichen called Chengfeng.

"Master!"

Chengfeng's tone could be heard through the screen, as if he was a little anxious.

"Did you see the photo I sent you today?"

Leng Yichen was referring to the old Buddha's walking stick he photographed.

"I see! Master!"

Chengfeng nodded, understanding what Leng Yichen said.

"How about it?"

"From the photos you sent, indeed, these two types of wood can be regarded as one kind of material. I'll go to Su's house to have a look when I get a chance."

Chengfeng said.

"So, if it's a material, where do they come from?"

Leng Yichen continued to ask Chengfeng.

"Master, this kind of wood is rare. Although it is wood, it is not afraid of fire. It is very rare, and it is precisely because it is not afraid of fire. When Lafayette chose to be cremated, he did not bring it with him. .”

"Aren't you afraid of fire?"

Leng Yichen asked in surprise.

"At present, it seems that it is indeed the case."

Chengfeng opened his mouth.

"So, who found this scarce material?"

Leng Yichen continued to ask.

"This, there is no record, and I guess that the wood was given to Lafayette Su by others, so there are many connections between them."

Chengfeng said.

Leng Yichen nodded through the screen.

"Go ahead and check, you will definitely find other clues."

Perhaps, that crutch, that coffin, and the unresolved hatred between the Bai family and the Leng family were all involved.

He didn't attack Yu Zhenhuan.

And not just because of the dawn.

It's because Yu Zhenhuan's obsession is too heavy.

As for himself, it seemed from the bottom of his heart that he wanted to prove to Yu Zhenhuan that his parents were not the kind of people he said.

After hanging up the phone, Leng Yichen also lay down and fell asleep.

On this day, I did see a lot of people and a lot of things happened.

All have their own merits.

It seems that everyone has changed.

It started to look different than before.

But it doesn't seem to have changed. After getting along for a long time, time will reveal the nature of a person, the face that a person should have.

Leng Yichen also closed his eyes.

He hoped that when he opened his eyes, all the mysteries would be solved, and the one he loved would be by his side.

It was something he had always dreamed of.

The night is getting darker.

The next day, sunlight leaked through the curtains.

When An Xiaojing was still lying on the bed and couldn't get up, Leng Yichen had already opened the curtains.

People who are bathed in the eyes are as dazzling as if covered with a layer of gold.

Can Leng Yichen not be too handsome.

An Xiaojing looked at the man.

He opened his eyes in a daze.

Then I saw a picture of a beautiful boy.

Her eyes brightened a little too.

"Don't look at me like that."

Leng Yichen said.

Feeling his wife's nympho towards him, he joked.

An Xiaojing became a fan girl in minutes.

"Ah!"

She realized her problem for a while.

He quickly covered his face with force.

Her face was indeed redder than usual at this moment.

"Okay, I'm off to work!"