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Chapter 245: Please 1.

"Okay, since your family is fine, don't think too much about it. I'll go out and wait for my return."

After Leng Aotian finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the room.

Su Nuannuan breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to know that my family is okay.

Just being gentle, does he really want to make such an extreme choice and fight Leng Aotian to the end?!

If these two people really get involved, Su Nuannuan will be worried about Wen Zhi.

Because with Leng Aotian's cold and ruthless temperament, he will never be merciful to anyone!

Su Nuannuan shouted in her heart: Wen Zhi, what should I say to you so that you can completely give up and completely forget about me?!

Five thirty-two in the evening.

Leng Aotian came back in the car.

He made a phone call in the car and said, "Be sure to check all of Wen Zhi's information for me! There must be no omissions."

After hanging up the phone, he asked Wu Wei in front of him again: "How did you go about the things I told you?!"

Wu Wei turned the steering wheel and said: "I have already given the explanation. It will definitely be done in these two days, but I heard that Prosecutor Wen is also a well-known figure in the Procuratorate and may not be pulled down so easily."

Leng Aotian sneered after hearing this: "I want to see how hard his backstage is!!!!"

Wu Wei was blocked by this sentence and stopped talking.

It was already past six o'clock when the car slowly drove into the apartment.

Leng Aotian was already in the hall when he heard Su Nuannuan's voice coming from the kitchen.

What is this woman doing in the kitchen?!!

Leng Aotian frowned, then walked into the kitchen.

When he went in, he saw Su Nuannuan wearing an apron standing behind Leng's mother who was facing Cai, helping Leng's mother squeeze her shoulders.

This woman’s brain is burned out, isn’t she?!

He even ran to the kitchen to give Mother Leng a massage!!!

Just as Leng Aotian was about to go in and take Su Nuannuan out, he heard Leng's mother say: "Nuannuan, take a rest for a while. If you hold her like this, your hands will definitely get sore."

Su Nuannuan smiled and said: "It's not sore or sour. This is just the right amount of exercise. In the future, I will often give you a squeeze when I have nothing to do. It can not only stretch your muscles and bones, but also teach you how to cook. It seems to kill two birds with one stone."

Woolen cloth."

Su Nuannuan's smile was as bright as a flower, and her bright smile added a touch of color to the silent winter.

"Whatever dish Nuannuan wants to learn, my mother-in-law will teach you."

Leng Mu loaded up a plate of vegetables and asked Su Nuannuan cheerfully.

Su Nuannuan thought for a moment and said, "Learn a few dishes that Aotian likes to eat. Every time he eats, I don't see him having any favorite dishes."

Su Nuannuan remembered that at that time, Leng Aotian disliked her poor craftsmanship and asked her to learn the crafts from Queen Mother, but she never had this opportunity.

Now that I have the opportunity, if I learn a few lessons, can I make him have a better attitude towards me?!

Ha, is this the so-called flattery?!

Leng Aotian, who was standing at the door, felt his heart move slightly.

This woman, does she want to learn to cook for herself?!

Do you do it willingly?!

Does this mean that there are still traces of him in Su Nuannuan's heart more or less?

Leng Aotian retracted his small step into the kitchen, turned around and went upstairs.

During the dinner, three people were sitting at the table.

Su Nuannuan was in a good mood facing a table of delicious food.

Leng's mother pointed to a dish on the side and Leng Aotian looked at it and said, "This is made by Nuan Nuan. You need to eat more later."

Leng Aotian looked at Su Nuannuan suspiciously, then picked up the chopsticks, put a little bit into his mouth and tasted it.

It's almost three o'clock in the evening, and it's all the fault of losing the manuscript. It's like a sleeping bird that has drifted away.


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