"If you don't take good care of the lady, you can get out of here."
Leng Shiyue walked forward, her cold eyes made people feel cold all over. She seemed to feel that the god of death was staring at her and could not escape, and even breathing became difficult.
"Why do you care about me? Do you think you are qualified? It's just a pickup!"
Leng Qiaoqiao glared angrily, and she felt a little scared in her heart, but she controlled her well, and raised her head arrogantly. The young master picked up was not enough to carry her shoes.
"Enough, Qiaoqiao, do you know what you are talking about?"
Leng Yanran was supported by Leng Xuan and walked out of the door. When she heard Leng Qiaoqiao's arrogant words, she was so angry that she trembled all over and scolded Leng Qiaoqiao with a fierce look.
"Miss!"
Leng Qiaoqiao lowered her head aggrievedly, and her proud head instantly became pitiful. It was obvious that Leng Shiyue bullied her. Leng Shiyue did not make any excuses.
"Brother October... I'm sorry! I will discipline Qiao Qiao."
Leng Yanran apologized to Leng Shiyue guiltily, her pale face wrinkled, and she bit her lips lightly as if she was raining.
Leng Xuan held Leng Yanran and was suddenly stunned. What did he hear? Discipline? He was so humiliating the young master and wasted it, and he still said discipline? Why should he discipline? The lady's words made people feel so heartbroken.
"It's good if the lady decides."
Leng Shiyue's face remained unchanged, as if nothing could move him. Leng Qiao raised her head proudly and snorted... and swept over Leng Shiyue disdainfully and went up to support Leng Yanran.
"Miss, I've found out!"
Leng Qiaoqiao said quietly in Leng Yanran's ear, and a hint of joy flashed across Leng Yanran's pale face. Leng Shiyue saw that the two seemed to have something to say, so he opened the door. "Miss, say goodbye. Leng Xuan leaves!"
Leng Xuan glared at Leng Qiaoqiao, no one was proud or bullshit. He followed Leng Shiyue angrily.
"Young master, you are just a servant. You are also for the sake of the lady's good. Why does the lady do this!"
The stubborn Leng Xuan couldn't change. She thought the lady was gentle and kind before, but now she seemed different. She seemed to be inexplicably alienated to the young master.
"Okay! Stop talking!"
Leng Shiyue scolded, saying that this was not what Leng Xuan should say. If he was caught, it would be equivalent to rebel from Lengjiabao.
"I'm just holding on to the young master!"
Leng Xuan was still muttering in his mouth.
"Leng Xuan, don't forget your identity. She is the eldest lady of the Leng family."
Leng Shiyue looked at Leng Xuan fiercely, and Leng Xuan felt sorry for his unfairness, but he tried not to say these words, because her identity was not something that could be discussed casually.
"yes!"
Leng Xuan lowered his head, and he thought to himself that the young master was really cold and soft-hearted. After measuring for a while, he still thought the young master was good.
And here Leng Qiao was telling what she had found out.
"He heard that he was the leader of the Yanhuang Society."
Leng Qiaoqiao winked and Leng Yanran blushed... Obviously, she forgot how Leng Qiaoqiao was just unreasonable to Leng Shiyue.
"Is the Yanhuang Club?" She lowered her eyes and smiled shyly, which was particularly charming. She thought of the young man with a spirit and domineering appearance, and her handsome and uncast face was particularly attractive.
Leng Shiyue bit the dog's tail grass and looked at the tennis training ground in the distance. He was out of the matter and a sad aura rose all over his body.
"This is not suitable for you!"
Murong Xie lifted his robe and sat next to Leng Shiyue. He woke up in a strange hotel and picked up a silver needle with a hook. Is Leng Shiyue her? That elegant girl like lotus.
Although there is only one encounter, it is imprinted in the heart.