It seems that if he doesn't do this, Mr. Li will not be able to force the young master or stand in front of the young master and speak...
But a few tennis balls are not enough to make Mr. Li bleed.
Wu Jiang took out a cigarette from his pocket and walked forward, saying respectfully, "Mr. Li."
Li Juefeng took the cigarette and Wu Jiang immediately lit it for him.
Li Juefeng took a puff of cigarette, and a faint smoke slowly came out from his thin lips. Suddenly, Li Juefeng smashed the cigarette to the ground.
"Mr. Li..."
"Don't give me cigarettes again!"
Li Juefeng said coldly, turned around and strode towards the door.
Gu Xiaoai...
Don't like him smoking.
"Yes, Mr. Li." Wu Jiang glanced at the smoke on the ground in confusion, and hurriedly followed him, "Are you going to the young master's place now?"
Li Juefeng didn't answer and walked forward.
When passing by the door next door, Li Juefeng raised his hand, opened the door, and looked inside.
Beside the wall, Gu Xiaoai and Ye Jiahe were sitting on the floor, her head resting on his shoulder...
A very beautiful picture.
In the empty tennis court, she sat there, her figure looking weak...so weak and vulnerable, waiting for someone to protect her.
But the man she was leaning on was not Li Juefeng.
…
Wu Jiang stood aside and watched quietly without making a sound.
After a long time, Li Juefeng turned around and left.
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The night view of St. Adam's Road is beautiful and quiet, and the shelter is calm.
"Mr. Li."
"Mr. Li."
As soon as the driver drove in, the bodyguard who was hiding in the dark came out immediately.
Li Juefeng walked in with a cold face, followed by Wu Jiang and his party.
"Mr. Li." The bodyguard standing guard at the door of the room immediately opened the door.
Li Juefeng walked in alone, his back looking sharp.
A group of people were left outside, and the foreign man guarding the door couldn't help but ask, "Wu Tou, who is that kid inside? Is he the third young master's illegitimate son?"
Last time the third young master brought a woman and a child for refuge, they wanted to know.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Wu Jiang said coldly.
Len basically follows Mr. Li. There are so many people in the manor and not all of them have met Len, let alone the bodyguards outside.
"Yes." The foreign man was silent.
Li Juefeng walked into the room, his cold black eyes swept over everything in the bedroom, and accurately captured the small figure sitting in front of the bed.
Len was sitting on the carpet beside the bed, playing with a paper peacock.
Seeing him come in, Len immediately stood up obediently. The tears on his face were not dry, and his eyes looked like they had been washed by water. He said, "Father."
"Grandpa wants to see you." Li Juefeng glanced at him coldly, sat on the sofa next to him, and leaned forward slightly.
As soon as he heard this sentence, Len's body immediately shrank and he shook his head violently, "I...I want Xiao Ai, I want Xiao Ai..."
Li Juefeng stared at him deeply, Len did not dare to look directly into his eyes, lowered his head and stammered, his childish voice was very weak, and he squeezed the paper peacock tightly with his little hands.
…
Li Juefeng said nothing.
Len stood on the carpet, staring at the floor with his beautiful eyes, not daring to express his anger.
There were only two of them, father and son, in the room, and the atmosphere was chillingly quiet.
After a long time, Li Juefeng asked coldly, "Is she nice to you?"
Len immediately nodded desperately, picked up the backpack on the ground, carefully opened the zipper with his little hands, took out the paintbrush box and walked to Li Juefeng, shook it, put it back, took out the CD gift box and shook it, like