The reporters confidently refused, while taking pictures as hard as they could, "This is not your territory, and you have no right to drive us away."
The reporters seemed to intend to provoke him, and they spoke more and more arrogantly, "It seems to be true, no wonder Mr. Rui is so angry, and it's true that Miss Ye is eating the food in the bowl and looking at the food in the pot..."
Right in the middle of the bustling place, the golden door quietly opened.
Leng Qirui rushed in without saying a word, and saw Qingting sitting on the sofa, dressed in white like snow, but his eyes were slightly red, as if he had cried.
His heart ached so much that he rushed over and hugged her. "Qingting, how are you? Are you okay?"
Damn it, I must torture to death that bastard who dared to kidnap Qingting.
Qingting threw herself into his arms, rubbed her little head against his chest, and said in a soft voice with a hint of vulnerability, "Qirui, I'm so sad."
Leng Qirui felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles. He held her tightly and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. Everything has passed. It was my fault for not protecting you."
Listening to the gentle voice, Qingting's heart felt hot, and two lines of crystal clear tears rolled down.
The reporters rushed up and were stunned when they saw this scene. What is going on? Why is it different from the plan?
"Miss Ye, why are you here? Why are you sad?"
"Did something happen that you couldn't accept?"
A slender figure came out of the kitchen. The reporters saw his face clearly and became more and more surprised, "Hey, Mr. Leng Zongkai, why is it you?"
Kitchen? Shouldn’t it come out from the bedroom?
Leng Qirui's body trembled, his face turned completely white, he raised his head in disbelief, and suddenly realized that everything was being plotted, not only Qingting, himself, but also these reporters.
But who is the mastermind behind the scenes? In other words, when the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows, who is the oriole? What role does daddy play in this?
Leng Zongkai walked over calmly, placed two cups of tea in front of Qingting, and said calmly, "Is there anything strange? Ye Qingting is dating my son. I asked her to come over and talk."
Everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded, "Huh? Is this really the case?"
"No way?"
Aren’t we supposed to see an unsightly scene? How could it be so freehand?
Leng Zongkai crossed his legs, looked very leisurely, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "What do you mean? As a parent, am I not qualified to care about my son's love affairs? No matter how open it is these days, we can't make a private lifelong contract, especially for us
The Leng family, if you want to be the daughter-in-law of our Leng family, you must pass many tests."
Leng Qirui seemed to be lost in the mist, and looked down at Qingting. Qingting held his big hand and shook it, silently hinting that he let out a heavy breath and it was okay.
Faced with such a wonderful unfolding, the reporters obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm and looked around blankly, "Is Miss Ye qualified?"
Leng Zongkai's eyes swept over the reporters present one by one. Everywhere he went, the reporters trembled as if they were being pricked by needles. He was indeed a big boss who had been in power for a long time, and his majestic aura was too overwhelming.
Seeing that he had successfully shocked everyone, he shook his head slightly and said unhurriedly, "Not yet. I have to take another look. It's not that easy to be the mistress of the Ye family in the future."
Leng Qirui had a flash of inspiration, patted Qingting's head, and smiled faintly, "Silly girl, what's so sad about this? The worst we can do is never get married and just have children."