Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

"What proposal?"

Yan Xia didn't react for a while and turned to look at Leng Zhi'an.

The lights in the movie theater are dim.

The light and shadow on the screen flicker on Leng Zhi'an's angular outline.

It actually made him look a little more coquettish.

Seeing Yan Xia's confused expression, another smile appeared on his lips.

"I told you to ask Si Jinghuai, I am the only one who can help you."

Leng Zhi'an pursed her lips slightly and looked back at the screen.

"Besides, Mr. Xia also likes me more, doesn't he?"

Leng Zhian's voice sounded low in the empty theater.

Yan Xia was really speechless.

"Since Mr. Leng knows what happened between me and Si Jinghuai, why do you need to say these things again?"

"But Mr. Xia is in a hurry." Leng Zhi'an's expression remained unchanged.

Didn't even look back.

He said: "When Mr. Xia called me today, he said he didn't have much time left."

"The most worrying thing is you, my newly found granddaughter. I hope I can take care of you for the rest of my life."

His tone was relaxed.

But Yan Xia felt her heart sink after hearing this.

"You're talking nonsense, my grandpa is in good health."

Yan Xia had always kept calm, and rarely lost control of his emotions except in front of Si Jinghuai.

But her voice was trembling at this time.

It is clear that grandpa is still playing Baduanjin in the morning, and his health is obviously getting better and better.

How could it not be long! ?

Yan Xia's face looked ugly, and she felt that Leng Zhi'an was lying.

Although I haven’t known Mr. Xia for too long.

But after spending time together, Yan Xia clearly knew that Mr. Xia's care and love for her were not fake.

How could such a kind old man not have long left?

Leng Zhi'an was not upset when he heard this.

Turning to look at Yan Xiashi, he shrugged: "It doesn't matter. If you don't believe it, you can just ask the old man."

<divclass="contentadv">Seeing Leng Zhi'an like this, Yan Xia felt increasingly unsure.

She suddenly stood up from the chair and walked out.

But Leng Zhi'an grabbed his hand again.

Yan Xia frowned and turned to look at him: "Let me go."

Leng Zhi'an pursed her lips and looked at her in the dim light.

"Okay, I'll wait for your answer."

After that, Leng Zhian finally let her go.

Yan Xia returned to Xia's house and rushed straight to Mr. Xia's yard.

The weather was getting colder, and Mr. Xia was sitting in the living room, talking to the housekeeper.

When Yan Xia entered, she only heard Mr. Xia say: "Everything has been arranged. The only thing left is Yan Xia..."

"Grandpa!"

Yan Xia interrupted Mr. Xia's words.

Walking forward, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Mr. Xia: "What are you talking about?"

"Arrange what?"

Mr. Xia lightly raised his gray eyebrows.

After a pause, he raised his hand and waved to the steward.

"Okay, you go down first, and the will will be done as I say."

When the housekeeper heard this, he nodded and left.

Yan Xia stepped forward and looked at Mr. Xia and asked, "What is grandpa's will? Are you hiding something from me?"

After hearing this, Mr. Xia raised his head and looked at Yan Xia.

His eyes held the calmness and relief unique to his age.

"You came back in such a hurry. It seems that boy Zhi'an has already told you about me, right?"

The words fall.

Yan Xia felt like her breathing was suffocated.

In this way, Leng Zhian really did not deceive himself.

What he said was true! ?

Yan Xia couldn't believe that the old man who loved him so much was actually dying soon.