Zhi Xing sat on the high chair, folded her slender legs on one side, and looked at Yan Min, "Hey, remember, in this family, it will never be your turn to make irresponsible remarks!"
"Weicheng——"
"Okay, okay, Minmin, don't be angry, let me talk about her!" Tao Weicheng was about to speak to Zhixing when she raised her index finger and shook it gently, "Dad, I want to see the name "Mr. City" appear in tomorrow's newspaper.
News about prominent entrepreneur abusing his daughter?"
"You..." Tao Weicheng knew that his daughter could do what she said, and for a moment, his round face turned red again.
Zhi Xing's farce originally did not cause any ripples in Leng Yiran's eyes, but after seeing his mother being wronged, he frowned.
"Uncle Cheng, Mom, it's getting late, it's time to go to the airport."
"I'm not going!" Yan Min lost his temper, and Tao Weicheng glanced at Leng Yiye for help.
He came to his mother and whispered a few words of comfort. His filial look made Tao Weicheng jealous. Then he turned to look at his daughter, who looked like an enemy in debt, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Mom, don't worry, I will take care of myself."
Looking at his son, Yan Min stopped talking.
Before Tao Weicheng left, he whispered, "Yes, watch over Dian Weixing for me. Don't let her get into trouble again! It's best to bring her into the company to get in touch with the business."
How could Leng Yiran not understand his intentions? He smiled and said, "Uncle Cheng, I know what to do."
"Yeah." Tao Weicheng patted him on the shoulder.
Watching the car drive away, the gentle smile on Leng Yiran's face gradually disappeared.
Leng Yiran turned around and walked into the living room. Zhixing was holding a goblet in his hand, shaking the red liquid in his hand and squinting at him.
He walked over, took the cup from her hand, put it on the table, and pulled her upstairs without saying a word.
"Hey, let go!" Zhixing wanted to shake him off in displeasure, "If you don't want your head to blow up, let me go now!"
Seeing that he was still holding on to her, his fingers were like iron pliers, which pricked her painfully. Zhixing's eyes turned cold, and he picked up the vase next to him, without thinking, and smashed it on his head.
"Wow"
The vase was broken all over the floor.
Leng Yiran stopped and turned his back to her.
Mrs. Liu, the Tao family's maid, ran out in a hurry, "Miss, Master... what, what's going on?"
Zhi Xing said nothing and stared at the man in front of him.
Slowly, Leng Yiran turned her head, and the blood dripping from her forehead made Mrs. Liu scream in fright, "Oh, Master, your head is bleeding!"
Zhi Xing didn't make any move, let alone smashing him and drawing blood, even if he really opened his head, what would happen?
If you dare to do it, she will never regret it!
Her ruthlessness was also felt by Leng.
Locking his cold eyes on her, he said calmly, "Sister-in-law Liu, I'll give you a day off. You can go home and rest."
"Well, but the young master's wound..."
"It's okay, I will handle it, you can go."
Although he had a special status, his tone of voice was full of dominance. Mrs. Liu looked at the young lady, finally nodded, and turned away.
Hearing the sound of Mrs. Liu closing the door, Leng Yiran grabbed Zhi Xing and strode upstairs.
"Let me go!!" Zhi Xing slapped him and was dragged away with great strength. The suspender pajamas he was wearing suddenly hissed and tore a hole.
"Damn it!" Zhi Xing quickly grabbed the little fabric on her body, trying to cover up the exposed spring light on her chest. However, when she saw Leng Yiran raising her thin lips mockingly, she narrowed her eyes and simply let go.
, straightened his spine and his eyes were serious.
Suddenly, Leng Yiran pushed her into the room and pressed directly against her body. The blood on his forehead dripped down his tight chin and onto her face.
He stroked her slender neck and said word by word, "Tao Zhixing, please listen to me clearly! If you dare to be disrespectful to my mother again, I will kill you!"
Zhi Xing sneered, raised his thick and curled eyelashes, and said loudly, "Unless you get out of my house, don't think I will let her go!"
His hands gradually became stronger...
Zhixing frowned. At that moment, she really smelled the smell of death.
It turns out that this man is not only good at acting.
She struggled, kicked her feet wildly, and glared at him with a pair of eyes that were about to burst into flames. She was clearly telling him that even if she was going to die, she would drag him with her!
Leng Yiran smiled, and that smile was so dazzling that it caught people's eyes.