Chapter 175: I don't want to have anything to do with Leng 11
Leng Jianan listened expressionlessly, but his hand held the phone very hard.
Mr. Leng, they have entered the scene, what should I do?
"Wait outside," Leng Jianan said and hung up the phone.
He lowered the seat and lay slightly on it. His phone vibrated and it was a text message.
It was from Xin'er: Jianan, I'm home.
Leng Jianan touched the phone screen, wanting to reply with a sentence, but finally gave up and just held the phone and closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep.
Suddenly, a harsh sound of brakes woke him up from his dream. Although the heater was on in the car, it was not enough to make sweat break out on his forehead in the middle of winter.
He sat up and looked ahead in shock, only to see a large group of people quickly surrounding the middle of the road, as if a car had hit someone.
Leng Jianan's face turned pale. He raised his phone and dialed: "Awu, where are they?"
"Master Leng, I was just about to call you. After the movie, they drove away and I was following them."
Leng Jianan breathed a huge sigh of relief and hung up the phone.
He reached up to his forehead and wiped a drop of sweat with his fingers. Looking at the sweat, he felt a little lost.
Just now, he was dreaming that Ke'er was hit by a car, so he was awakened by the sound of brakes and suddenly felt an unprecedented fear in his heart.
He is afraid, what is he afraid of?
How is it possible, how is it possible that Leng Jianan has always been a rational person, when did he become so emotional?
After a while, Awu called: "Master Leng, they arrived at a community called Chaoyang. The girl went in and the man left. Who should I follow?"
"No need to follow"
The community is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the New Year atmosphere is very grand.
Ke'er hung up colored lanterns at home, and the lights were flashing and colorful outside the window. The weather had darkened, and Tang Ao should have arrived home.
Ke'er walked into the kitchen, fanned the hot air emanating from a ceramic pot with her hand, and sniffed gently. It smelled so fragrant. Ao'er would definitely like to drink it.
I washed the iron pot, put it on the shelf, turned on the fire, poured in the oil, and served the dishes. When they were frying until they were crackling and peeling, there was a knock on the door.
It must be Ao'er who came back. Ke'er held up the shovel and went to open the door. It turned out to be Tang Ao, carrying many large and small bags with both hands.
She hooked Tang Ao's neck as a hug: "Happy New Year"