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October Temple NO.212

"I'm so sad for my opponent!"

Murong Xie held the steak and sat across from Leng October. He elegantly cut the steak on the plate, then forked a piece of steak and slowly put it into his mouth. It was charming, full of mystery, and addictive.

"If you haven't taken your medicine, I suggest you take it quickly to avoid being caught, OK!"

Leng Shiyue picked up a glass of boiled water, offered a toast to Murong Xie, and persuaded him very seriously...

"puff--"

Yang Zijie couldn't control it, and the mushroom head that had just entered his mouth spurted out instantly. Fortunately, Jiang Yan reacted quickly, otherwise innocent people would be affected.

"Boss, I have news about Shui Qingcheng."

Nangong Lie hurried over holding an iPad. Murong Xie immediately grabbed Nangong Lie's hand with a very excited expression and his hands were basically trembling.

Leng Yueyue glanced at Shui Qingcheng without revealing any trace. He must be Shui Rouqian's relative, and the important person in Murong Xie's heart.

After the three of them had eaten and drank, Leng October received a message from Leng Xuan, saying that Leng Yanran had lost his temper...

"I have something to deal with! You go back first."

Leng Yueyue put away his cell phone, looking a little anxious. It was obvious that the situation was urgent. "Do you need help?" Jiang Yan was shocked when he saw Leng Yuyue's unshakable expression finally relaxed. It must be an important and urgent matter.

"It's okay. I won't be polite when you need help!"

Patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder, good buddy!!

"Be careful!"

Yang Zijie also knew that he could not help much, so he could only tell Leng Yuyue to be careful...

"I see!"

She hurried away, leaving behind a lingering sound, while Yang Zijie and Jiang Yan were left holding boiled water and smiling at each other.

"Master! Miss, she..."

Leng Xuan said it was not the case, and it was not the case even if he did not say it. He walked back and forth... Leng Yueyue pushed Leng Xuan away and found Leng Yanran lying on the bed with a pale face.

"It hurts...it hurts so much!"

Looking at her delicate appearance, it must be her aunt here...otherwise Leng Xuan wouldn't be so embarrassed.

"Where's Leng Qiaoqiao?"

Leng Yueyue discovered that Leng Qiaoqiao was not there. How could Leng Xuan, a boy, know about Leng Yanran's situation.

"She doesn't know where she died."

Leng Xuan curled his lips, feeling very indifferent to Leng Qiaoqiao and extremely disgusted with him.

Leng Shiyue put the hot water bottle into Leng Yanran's quilt, pressed it on her abdomen, and poured some brown sugar water.

"Miss, get up and drink some brown sugar water!"

Leng Yanran opened her eyes drowsily, her face turned red...brown sugar water!! She was so painful that she no longer clung to shame. After drinking the brown sugar water and soothing the pain,

She opened her eyes and her cheeks turned red... "Thank you, Brother October!" She whispered softly and curled her lips.

"have a good rest!"

Leng October wiped Leng Yanran's forehead and left the room after seeing that she had nothing to do.

Leng Xuan, on the other hand, continued to watch, worried that something might happen to Leng Yanran.

"Leng Qiaoqiao, are you finally back?"

Leng Qiaoqiao put down the room in his hands and uncrossed his legs. He looked at the pretty girl who entered the door with nobility and arrogance. His words were majestic and domineering. Leng Qiaoqiao glanced at Leng Qiaoqiao and did not let Leng Qiaoyi go.

In the eyes.

"None of your business!" She said disdainfully, becoming even more arrogant. The disdain in her eyes made her beautiful face look unflattering.

Snap——

Leng Shiyue grabbed the magazine on the table and threw it over Leng Qiaoqiao's face, his cold and severe aura becoming more solemn.

"If you don't take good care of me, miss, you can get out of here."

Leng Yueyue walked forward, his cold eyes made people feel chilled all over, as if he felt that the god of death was staring at him, unable to escape, and even breathing became difficult.

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