Zhixing gritted his teeth, his expression extremely cold, "Let go! I want to show her what it means to be 'born with a mother but not taught by a mother'!"
"Weaver Star! Calm down!"
Slowly, Leng Yiran walked in, stared at her, then took out the bottle in her hand and placed it firmly on the table. He turned back and stared at her, "When others look down on you, you must be so impulsive.
To prove that they are right?"
"Leng Yiyi, stop abandoning good people here!" Zhixing broke away from William, pointed at the next room, and said angrily, "That's your mother! Of course you have to talk to her! But it doesn't matter, I don't care at all!
Because, in my eyes, you are nothing!"
She slammed the door and ran out.
While turning around, he seemed to see a tear flowing from the corner of her eye...
Leng Yiran's heart trembled and he was stunned for a long time.
Will she... cry?
Zhi Xing rushed downstairs and saw someone standing with his back to her in the living room.
By visual inspection, he was definitely over 185. He was wearing tight black pants that wrapped his slender and strong legs, and he was wearing a slim jacket of the same color. He was leaning casually and lazily in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, shrouded in the morning light.
Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes and even had a bit of a gangster vibe, it was undeniable that his whole body exuded an innate sense of nobility and domineering, which not just anyone could imitate.
Hearing her footsteps, the man slowly turned his head.
He has a face that is purely evil, and his smile captures the soul. Especially his pair of eyes, which are extremely deep and inadvertently reveal a bit of sharpness, charming and deadly.
He raised the corners of his lips, gleaming and shining, and looked at her sideways with a half-smile.
He turned around, walked over gracefully and leisurely, and casually unbuttoned two shirt buttons, revealing a small piece of wheat-colored skin, which looked very sexy.
"Miss Tao?"
Zhixing frowned, "Who are you?"
At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Jie?"
Leng Yiran followed Zhi Xing downstairs, with a rare sincere smile on his face, and introduced her with a gentle attitude, "He is my mother's cousin Yan Shengjie. According to his seniority, I should call him uncle.
Yes, actually, he is two years younger than me."
With that said, he went over to greet him.
When he heard that he was a relative of the woman Yan Min, Zhi Xing's face sank.
William took the opportunity to pull her aside and persuaded in a low voice, "Zhixing, now is not the time to compete with that woman! We have decided to leave, so we must arrange everything properly!"
Zhixing lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then nodded reluctantly.
After all, nothing is more important than escaping.
It didn't take long for Yan Min and Tao Weicheng to come down.
"Sheng Jie, you are here!"
"Cousin, brother-in-law," Yan Shengjie smiled and nodded.
Yan Min liked this little cousin very much. Seeing him, his anger disappeared. He pulled Yan Shengjie to sit down and seemed to have endless questions. Seeing that his wife was happy, Tao Weicheng also grinned, "
Sheng Jie, you must stay here for lunch!" He immediately ordered, "Sister-in-law Liu, make some more special dishes for lunch!"