Leng Yueyue sat down again and waited quietly for the two of them... Sitting there without squinting, his cold eyes looked at Leng Yanran intentionally or unintentionally, sister... He didn't know what it felt like in his heart.
Leng Tianhao finally finished eating and looked at Leng Yanran's face with a gentle smile.
She was no longer cold to Leng Shiyue, with a smile on her lips, "Come early tomorrow! Yanran, go to bed early, dress up well tomorrow, you are the most beautiful princess!"
Leng Tianhao stood up, said to Leng Yueyu, and then placed a kiss on Leng Yanran's cheek. His doting behavior was completely different.
"yes!"
Leng Shiyue lowered his eyes and answered, but with a cold tone. No one noticed, and it was not a matter of a day or two for him to be more indifferent than the young master.
Watching Leng Tianhao going upstairs to work, Leng Yueyue turned around and left the moment he entered the room.
Leng Yanran raised her eyes, wanting to smile, but she couldn't stop laughing. She knew that it was because of her that October had to bear such a heavy responsibility.
Slightly disappointed, she seemed to have never spoken to October, not even saying hello. This was probably the first time in ten years. Since she was so indifferent, she sighed, feeling slightly sad.
"Miss! He is just a young master born from a concubine."
The maid next to Leng Yanran was a little disdainful. For this young master, she, Leng Qiaoqiao, was even more senior than him.
"Qiaoqiao! You can't do this."
Leng Yanran frowned. Although it was a bit majestic, Leng Qiaoqiao didn't take it seriously.
Leng Yueyue naturally heard it, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. In comparison, some people were indeed right. She was the cloud and he was the mud.
So what, she still has her life, but the time has not come yet. She doesn't want to cause too many things. Tomorrow, he has a feeling that it will be very troublesome. If he doesn't go, he will definitely make Leng Tianhao unhappy. Go,
I feel troublesome again.
Lying on the bed, Leng October stared at the dim light, the shadows falling on his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Turning over, Leng Shiyue rolled to the ground with his quilt rolled up. A dark shadow flashed past and he opened the window...
"Didn't you say that Leng Tianhao's son lives here? Why is there no one?"
The man with his face covered was unhappy, whose intelligence was so bad.
"I'm telling you, how can Leng Tianhao's son live in a servant's room? You don't listen to me! You're in vain!"
The other man was sitting on a chair, idle. He still understood the scene in front of him. Who would put his only son in a servant's room? Naturally, he would put it in a castle.
"Bad luck! Let's go!"
After glaring at his companion, the unhappy man took one last look at the room and found nothing, so he climbed out of the wall.
"When you come, stay and be our guest!"
Leng October climbed out from under the bed and looked at the two people coldly.
"You!! Leng Tianhao's son?"
The two of them were shocked. Although there was no breath, there was still a living person hidden... This character is so awesome.
“Sorry for the poor hospitality!”
Leng Yueyue bowed gracefully... and snapped his fingers, a shadow appeared strangely, and the two of them were taken away without any fighting, because they were still under the scent of cartilage before.
Tomorrow's troubles seem to be bigger than expected. Everyone knows that Leng Tianhao dotes on his children, but they don't know whether they are boys or girls. It seems that he will be pushed into Jian Fenglang's mouth tomorrow.
If he hadn't noticed it before, he wouldn't have let Zi and the others not contact him recently.
Leng October's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom. Is there still a trace of expectation in his heart? This expectation should be wiped out tomorrow. After not sleeping all night, Leng October sat on the bed and looked outside quietly.
In the sky, a few dim stars tried hard to shine, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not surpass the light of the moon.
Clenching my fist... I have no control over my fate. If they want to manipulate my fate? Then you have to ask if the fist in my hand will answer.