The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Leng Che seems to be very busy with work these days and is rarely seen at school. The students discovered that the school bully who usually likes to run out after class was sitting in his seat knitting hand ropes for several days. It's like competing with the red rope. As long as I'm not satisfied at all, I will knit and unknit while sulking. I won't continue to tie another knot until I am satisfied.

Xiang Yang, who was sitting on the side, watched her concentrate on knitting for a while. Finally, he couldn't help his curiosity and asked her: "Brother Mu, you have been messing with this red rope for several days. Is it so fun?"

Feiyang came over and said, "You probably want to secretly set up a stall to sell bracelets behind our backs."

Mu Qianxi was obsessed with knitting without raising her head.

Xiang Yang looked at the semi-finished product in her hand, confident, and analyzed it carefully: "You guessed wrong. It must be for fun like I said. You didn't take a closer look, made it so ugly, and sold it? Which one?" A fool would buy it, and no one would wear it for free.”

Mu Qianxi: "..."

ugly? It’s a free gift and no one wants it?

Mu Qianxi wanted to concentrate on her handicrafts, but she was so stimulated by these few words that she suddenly lost her temper. She turned her head and looked at Xiang Yang angrily, then raised her leg and kicked him on the chair.

Fortunately, he was heavy enough so he didn't fall off the bench, but he also frightened the two of them quite a lot.

"You're right." She smiled, "My hands are not suitable for knitting bracelets, they are only suitable for beating people. Do you want to try it?"

Mu Qianxi put down what she was doing and clenched her fists.

The hair on both of them stood up.

"Oh, look at my mouth, I said something wrong. It's suitable! How could it not be suitable? Brother Mu, please continue knitting! You look so clever in knitting bracelets!" Xiang Yang said.

"Yes, yes! The ones you make at the stalls outside are not as good-looking as yours! Let alone one hundred, if you sell it for one thousand, people will buy it!" Feiyang agreed.

"Get lost." She no longer wanted to hear them chattering in her ears.

As if they were about to receive amnesty, the two men immediately replied: "Yes!"

Then he escaped from the classroom with lightning speed.

Mu Qianxi looked at the half-knitted bracelet in her hand and frowned: Is it really that ugly? I obviously studied the video carefully for a long time.

After thinking for a moment, she dismantled everything again in frustration and annoyance, and started over.

Damn it, she doesn’t believe it!

study.

Leng Che was focusing on reviewing a pile of documents on the table. Zhuge knocked on the door and entered, followed by a young assistant.

"Master," Zhuge seemed a little embarrassed. He paused for two seconds before speaking, "Master said that you should put down the projects in your hands for the time being. You no longer need to be responsible."

He looked away from the document and looked at Zhuge, with a bit of confusion in his cold eyes.

"Mrs. Ye and Master Nianran have returned to China and are now living in Leng's villa with the old man. The master said that all the projects you are responsible for will be handed over to Master Nianran. From now on, you can focus on your studies and no longer need to interfere with the Leng Group's affairs. He will personally Take Master Nianran."

Zhuge could see how conscientious and responsible he was at work. He was doing his duty and working tirelessly but was suddenly ignored. If it had been anyone else, he would have lost his temper. But he seemed to have thought of this day long ago, and then acted very calmly, without any negative emotions that Zhuge was worried about.

He didn't say much, closed the documents in his hand and asked his assistant to collect them all.

Ye Qingzhou and Leng Nianran are the wife and children of his deceased uncle. More than ten years ago, Leng Nianran was unfortunately killed in the collapse of the Yunlang Bridge. Ye Qingzhou could not bear the blow and went abroad. She was already pregnant and gave birth to Leng Nianran abroad. She has been unwilling to return to China for more than ten years.

Zhuge added: "The master also asked me to remind you not to forget what day tomorrow is."

"..., I got it." He stood up and left the study.

How could he forget what day tomorrow is?

The next afternoon, Leng's villa.

Leng Songyan, Leng Moxuan's family and Ye Qingzhou's family held a worship ceremony in front of Leng Ran's portrait.

After the incident, An Wanqing was expelled from the villa by Leng Songyan with harsh words, just like every year in the past. He just treated her well indifferently during his lifetime. Even though he knew he was asking for trouble, he still insisted on paying his respects every year.

"Zhouzhou, Nianran, An Ran saw that you are willing to go home, your souls in heaven should feel at ease." Leng Songyan said sadly.

Leng Nianran held Leng Songyan's trembling arm and comforted him: "Grandpa, don't be too sad. I believe Dad doesn't want to see you sad for him all the time."

"Yes, Dad, Indifferent was the most filial to you during his lifetime. You have to take care of your health." Ye Qingzhou said quickly.

"Alas." Leng Songzhang sighed, and after gathering his emotions, he said to them, "It's getting late, and you two should be hungry. Let's go out to eat first."

Ye Qingzhou pretended to hesitate, looked at Leng Che who was still standing in front of the portrait, and asked, "What about Xiao Che?"

Leng Songyan's tone suddenly became cold: "As usual! You don't have to worry about him!"

Just like every year, I kneel down until 0 o'clock.

Ye Qingzhou seemed hesitant, but in fact he was proud.

Leng Moxuan said: "I will stay for a while."

"Hurry over here soon, and we need to discuss Nianran's transfer to Yuncheng to study in high school." Leng Songyan's tone was still unkind.

"Yes."

Leng Songyan, Ye Qingzhou, and Leng Nianran left, leaving only the father and son in the house.

In fact, Leng Che was able to neither be sad nor happy about this result. When he was a child, every time his knees swelled and hurt, he sadly wanted to ask his own grandfather why he was so cruel. This question stopped in the year when he was left to fend for himself in the wilderness. There is no greater sorrow than death of heart. He knew thoroughly that this person was just a stranger who was related to him by blood. He had nothing to say or ask.

He knelt down not because he was afraid of Leng Songyan's majesty, but because he knew from his mother that his uncle was a very good person, just because he was his uncle, that's all.

Leng Moxuan was beside him, kneeling with him in front of the portrait. After being silent for an unknown length of time, Leng Moxuan suddenly spoke and said to him sincerely: "From the time you were born, except for yourself, nothing truly belongs to you. So no matter what happens in the future, don't feel unbalanced and don't feel lost. What, at least you are still you, your character, wisdom and talents cannot be taken away by anyone. Cherish yourself and the people who love you, that’s enough.”

Leng Moxuan looked deeply at the portrait and continued: "Everything about the Leng family belongs to brother. Now that Nianran is back, I will give everything to him."

He was explaining to him the reason why yesterday he was suddenly not allowed to participate in all the work of the Leng Group and suddenly had to take care of Leng Nianran himself. In the future, everything about the Leng family will belong to Leng Nianran.

"I know." Leng Che replied calmly. These things are not what he really cares about in his heart. "I will follow my own path and rely on my own strength to complete my pursuit."

It was rare for father and son to speak calmly. Leng Moxuan nodded and patted his shoulder gently. Although his tone was cold, there was a hint of encouragement in his movements: "That's good."

After Leng Moxuan left, Leng Che knelt alone for a long time.

When it was nearly 0 o'clock, a male voice came from behind, with a leisurely tone: "Thank you for your hard work, cousin."

Leng Nianran walked to his side and stood still, with a gentle expression on his handsome and superior face, but there was no kindness in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and looked at Leng Che, with a soft tone: "I met my cousin for the first time today, and he looks really extraordinary."

One is standing and the other is kneeling, but the aura of the kneeling person is not inferior to that of the condescending person. Leng Che turned his face sideways, looking at him coldly with those beautiful and cold peach blossoms, indifferent and distant: "Nianran, tell me what you have to say."

Leng Nianran didn't expect him to be so direct. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled softly: "I want to know what my cousin cares about. You are still so calm even though your uncle has ignored you."

Leng Che's expression was indifferent: "Whatever. It just so happens that I have to concentrate on preparing for the exam."

"It seems that my cousin really doesn't care about this." Leng Nianran smiled, "Grandpa asked me which class I wanted to transfer to Yuncheng No. 3 Middle School. What do you think of Class 1 and Class 4?"

Class 1, Grade 4... Leng Che's deep eyes finally showed a trace of fluctuation, and immediately disappeared into silence. He replied: "You can go wherever you want. Just a reminder, don't involve irrelevant people."

"The person you care about is not an irrelevant person. It seems that there is someone in class one and four of high school that my cousin cares about? Who is it?" Leng Nianran asked him in a joking tone with a smile on his lips, but there was no deeper meaning.

These words seemed to touch his back. Leng Che's aura suddenly turned cold, like a sharp blade with a sharp edge. There was bottomless coldness in his eyes. He reminded in a deep voice: "Nianran, don't touch anything easily. The bottom line of human beings. Otherwise, even as a brother, I would not be able to tolerate it again and again.”

"I would like to see where my cousin's bottom line is."

It was past 0 o'clock, and Leng Che stood up. He looked straight at Leng Nianran and said with a cold tone: "You'd better not know."

Before turning around and leaving, he said coldly: "What you can take away is not what I want. What I want, you will definitely not be able to take away."

Leng Nianran looked at the distant figure, the smile in his eyes disappeared. He wanted to try it and see if he could take it away. He will definitely take away what Leng Che wants most, just like Ye Qingzhou told him since childhood.