Zhi Xing rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, and leaned over to ask, "Hey, your uncle is the guy named Yan Shengjie. Who is he? Where does he hang out?"
"What are you doing? You're not from the underworld." Leng Yiran took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "I heard from my mother that he first studied finance, but he dropped out after only one year."
Zhixing opened his eyes wide, "What's the reason?"
Leng Yiran frowned, stared at her suspiciously, and said calmly, "You seem to be very interested in Jie's affairs."
Zhi Xing retracted his body, turned away, and said in an evasive manner, "From what you say, you don't know much about him either."
Leng Yiran put down the coffee cup, thought for a while, and said, "Jie has been abroad all the time and we don't have much contact with each other. I really don't know what he is doing there."
Thinking about his words, Zhixing's mind was spinning rapidly.
It seems that Yan Shengjie's true identity is kept secret. He is a member of the underworld, there is no doubt about this. However, William also said that those people are from the Holy Spirit Consortium, and she is a little confused about this.
What is the connection between the two?
If she told Leng Yiran at this time that his uncle, who looked as beautiful as a New Year picture, was going to kill her and silence her, would he believe it? If Yan Min heard it, who knows what unpleasant words he would say?
Come here to slander her!
Since I agreed to Yan Shengjie to be his damn slave, my life should not be in danger for the time being.
"You have a crush on him?"
A sudden question came from above his head, startling Zhixing.
At this time, the sound of the door being pushed was heard from upstairs. Tao Weicheng staggered downstairs, holding on to the wall and holding his belly, breathing heavily from time to time, obviously overworked.
Leng Yiran quickly pulled Zhixing over, held her head down, and pressed it down hard. He pressed on top of her and shrank into the sofa.
"Hello--"
Before Zhi Xing could speak, he covered her mouth and said, "Don't make any sound, Uncle Cheng will be embarrassed."
Zhi Xing glared at him angrily, and then heard Tao Weicheng open the refrigerator.
There was cold and warm breath next to her ears, as well as the regular sound of his heartbeat. The two of them were so close, and their noses were filled with the light and delicious smell of him.
Inexplicably, Zhi Xing felt a little irritable. He wanted to push him away, but Leng Yi did not move at all.
Tao Weicheng drank a large glass of ice water, burped, and then dragged his heavy steps upstairs.
The door to the room upstairs slammed shut.
Zhi Xing immediately pushed Leng Yizu away, and the latter muttered, "I should have brought back some supplements for Uncle Cheng."
"Flattery!" Zhixing mocked, and just as he was about to leave, his hand was held by him. She turned around and stared at him in an unhappy mood, "What are you doing?"
"You haven't answered my question just now."
His persistence surprised Zhixing.
She shook off his hand and glanced gently with her long sexy eyes, "If you want to know the answer so much, I will mistakenly think that you are jealous!"
Leng Yiran's smile was wrapped in habitual indifference, "I just want to warn you, Jie is my uncle, and I will not let him become your... tool for revenge."
"Retaliation?" Zhixing closed her thick and curled eyelashes, and a mocking smile bloomed on her lips. She leaned forward suddenly, opening and closing her red lips, "I just want revenge, how about it?"
Leng Yiran also leaned forward, stared at her seductive red lips, and murmured, "I don't mind, you start with me."
Zhi Xing was stunned and panicked in his heart. Without thinking, he stretched out his hand to push him away. Then, he raised his head arrogantly and said, "Are you afraid of you? I will let you be captured by me willingly!" He added in his heart: Then again.
Abandon her ruthlessly, let’s see if Yan Min’s Sanba can still be wild!
He turned around, secretly caressed his chest, and hurriedly ran upstairs.
Looking at her figure disappearing into the darkness, Leng Yiran smiled.
He picked up the coffee on the table and brought it to his lips leisurely.
The coffee has already gone cold, but it tastes good.
A companion piece to "The Wolf CEO", I hope you will like Cang Cang's new article~