The group of four left the mall, while Miao Xiuzhen and the other three were still immersed in excitement.
"Sister Three, you must work harder. Even if you can't become Leng Yan's wife, it's not bad to be her lover. He is too generous to take action."
Zhang Sanmei's lips curled slightly, ignoring Miao Xiuzhen's words, her eyes drifted into the distance, and a trace of sperm appeared in her eyes.
Be a lover? This is not her goal. Although she can get a lot of wealth even if she is Leng Yan’s lover, she is worth it compared to the wife of the president of Dingsheng International Group.
"Sanmei, what are you thinking?" Seeing that Zhang Sanmei didn't say anything, Miao Xiuzhen and the other two stopped talking, looking at her nervously. As time goes by, their contact with Zhang Sanmei is no longer the same as before.
It is as casual as it is, but a faint awe develops from the bottom of my heart, and this awe is getting deeper and deeper.
"nothing."
Zhang Sanmei shook her head and withdrew her gaze.
But when she withdrew her gaze, a ray of light in her eyes merged with the night sky, and a voice sounded in her heart: Mrs. President of Dingsheng International Group, I am determined to win, no one can stop me, even if you are Luo Ning, I hope
It would be better for you to completely cut off all contact with Leng Yan, otherwise I wouldn't mind using some tricks!
...
In the following period, Zhang Sanmei became more and more eager to Leng Yan. On the one hand, she pretended to be well-behaved in front of Leng Yan, while looking for opportunities to develop with him in a deeper level, but the effect was not good. Leng Yan's attitude towards her,
There was not much change. Although she was still her nominal girlfriend, she was simply not worthy of her name. All he thought of was Luo Ning, and the pink and jade-like coldness he had only seen.
Whenever he thinks of Xiao Lengtan calling him father, and he sits in the car with Luo Ning and Xiao Lengtan, as harmonious and harmonious as a family, a feeling of satisfaction surges in his heart and the face on his face.
Therefore, the smile, which had been away from him for a long time, climbed up to his cheek again.
"It would be great if... Xiao Lengtan is really my son."
Thinking of the little guy looking at him with big eyes and watery eyes, and asking him if he doesn't like him and doesn't want him anymore, Leng Yan's heart was full of love and care. The little guy was so cute that he knew words that it was heartbreaking. Sometimes he would
I couldn't help but fantasize that it would be great if the little cold-tempered father was gone, or even if he was his father himself...
I thought of Xiao Lengtan again, and thought that he was pitiful when he couldn't see his father. Leng Yan's struggle and entanglement receded like a tide, what morals and responsibilities, what has a girlfriend, and so on such concerns and shackles,
Thinking of the cold and small body, walking outside the crowd, crying silently, looking at other children and having fun and laughing with their fathers with hope and envy, these shackles seem to have been through countless years and been silenced by Jiuhan.
It is like nine steaming, and it is as fragile as the thinnest porcelain. It breaks into dust with light force and drifts away with the wind.
He wanted to see Xiao Lengtan again. This thought was so strong, so strong that it was like a reservoir that had accumulated a rainy season. Suddenly, the gate was opened. The flood was like a collapse and a thousand miles of water. My thoughts were like this rushing flood.
Arriving at every cell in the body, nourishing every inch of desire...