Lord Buddha, stop laughing, Madam has dug up your ancestral grave. Chapter 30 The little girl seems to have no experience in dating. You need to be more proactive.
Chapter 30 The little girl seems to have no experience in dating. You need to be more proactive.
Feng Lingche lowered his eyes slightly, and from the gentle angle, he could see his exquisitely carved profile, high bridge of nose, and tight thin lips.
But in fact, the most beautiful thing is his pair of crystal-white and well-proportioned hands, with the joints glowing with a cold white light like jade.
Those hands were tapping on the wheelchair so casually at this moment, as if she felt silent because she easily agreed to go to the entertainment industry for money.
But Wen Yang suddenly remembered that she hadn't gone to Lin Yan to ask for the hexagram gold today!
She calculated with her fingers, then looked at Feng Lingche, "I will accompany you there tomorrow morning."
After seeing Feng Lingche nod, Wen Yang briefly exchanged greetings with the old man and went upstairs.
When her figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, Mr. Feng stepped forward and patted Feng Lingche's leg and said, "The little girl seems to have no experience in dating. You need to be more proactive."
Feng Lingche glanced at the old man, "Who told you that I would chase her?"
The old man rolled his eyes at him, "I guess you'll be hard-edged when you die. Do you think I'm blind, old man? I'm afraid you didn't even let go of the trash cans in the Imperial Capital this afternoon, right?"
Feng Lingche rushed back from the company after learning that Wen Yang was leaving. On the surface, he had been helping the old man find someone. In fact, only the old man had noticed a small detail about Feng Lingche over the years.
Whenever he is nervous about something, he will keep checking his mobile phone while handling official business.
Picking it up and putting it down again, I don’t know how many times I repeated this action this afternoon.
"It's so hot!" When the old man saw someone coming back, he couldn't help teasing him.
Feng Lingche's tone was cold, "How are you doing?"
If the old man's legs hadn't cramped after taking only two steps, he might have followed Jiang Ci and the others to search for him.
At that time, my neck was stretched like a giraffe, but I still had the nerve to tease others.
The grandfather and grandson were each more aggressive than the other, but in the end the old man won.
I don’t know if it’s because Feng Lingche respects the old man too much, or because he is willing to admit defeat.
The next morning.
The grandfather and grandson got up earlier than the other and gathered around the kitchen. One used the coldest tone to instruct the dishes to be less oily and the cake to be moderately sweet. The other was unwilling to be outdone and guessed Wen Yang's favorite food in the past two days. The tense atmosphere seemed to subside at once, and the 14 chefs were forced to make Michelin's highest series of dishes. Only then did the grandfather and grandson relax their brows and get busy.
The chef wiped his sweat. Fortunately, he had some skills!
When Wen Yang went downstairs, the smoke and fire in the kitchen had ended, and people were enjoying themselves at the dining table. Feng Lingche was still reading the latest newspaper, and the old man was still greeting her with a smiling face. The scene was so familiar that it was chilling.
Wen Yang was still sitting in the same place, looking at the chef who was standing straight like a military parade, and blinked, "What happened?"
The chef immediately shook his head nervously, "Absolutely not!"
Wen Yang: It’s obvious that you are in trouble.
She resisted her occupational illness and went to visit the chef's funeral table. She saw the breakfast on the table which was more sumptuous than the day before and was exquisite to the point of meticulousness. She also saw the occasional unnatural look on the faces of the old man and Feng Lingche, and she suddenly understood something.<
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After enjoying breakfast religiously and with a bit of exaggeration, he wiped his mouth and said, "The breakfast was delicious and the porridge was also very fresh."
So, she was lucky enough to capture the relaxed expressions on the faces of the grandfather and grandson.
Wen Yang's lips curled up, but he didn't expose them.
On the way to the company.
She and Feng Lingche still maintained a state of not disturbing each other, leaning against the window and turning on a certain sound on her phone.
Fu Chenhong made this for her. A certain sound on her mobile phone can be directly connected to Su Rao's hospital.
Su Rao didn't seem to have figured it out yet, her eyes fell on a few children playing downstairs, but her soul wandered to nowhere.
Feng Lingche sat aside and found that Wen Yang was a little special today.
The first two times she got in the car, she would immediately sleep next to him, and would only open her eyes and get out of the car when she got there.
This time, after he finished his short work, he saw that she was still awake, so he couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you asleep?"
Wen Yang wanted to show him his phone, but when he thought that he had someone hack the Fengjia Hospital system, he felt guilty and quickly turned off the phone.
"Su Rao, do you still remember?"
Feng Lingche pondered for a moment, "A woman from the year of Feng He?"
Wen Yang said, "Yes, I am ready to help her leave the imperial capital."
Help the woman in Feng Henian leave here?
Feng Lingche's eyes flashed slightly, "Is it because of the child in her belly?"
Wen Yang glanced at him and praised him without hesitation, "You're so smart."
Feng Lingche: "..."
There was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes, "In front of me, tell me that you want to save my father's woman, aren't you worried that I will tell the truth?"
Wen Yang shook his head directly, "I know you are a nosy person."
Feng Lingche was silent for half a minute, and just when Wen Yang thought he wouldn't react, he heard him say again, "Then what are you going to do?"
Wen Yang smiled meaningfully, "It depends on what Miss Su chooses."
There are less than 4 hours left before Su Rao gives a reply.
She could just take advantage of this time to collect some Gua Jin.
"By the way," Wen Yang thought, "Which floor does Lin Yan work on?"
Feng Lingche knew that she was here for Gua Jin, but he really didn't know Lin Yan's location, so he said, "I'll ask Jiang Ci to check it for you later."
Wen Yang had already adjusted his sleeping position, lying next to Feng Lingche, and responded sleepily, "Okay."
Feng Lingche's eyes fell on Wen Yang's loose curls, and only after she fell asleep, he silently put the coat on her shoulders.
……
Lin Yan checked in to the company today.
Usually, she followed Feng Lingche's example and was always the first one to come, but after the strange incident in the elevator, footsteps would be heard outside the security door every midnight, followed closely by knocking on the door for an hour.
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She was so scared that she huddled under the quilt and didn't dare to breathe.
Even after the knocking on the door ended, I still didn't dare to fall asleep. It wasn't until the first ray of morning light came on the horizon that I reluctantly hugged the pillow and took a nap.
Therefore, her mental state has been extremely poor these past two days, with deep dark circles under her eyes.
When the assistant saw Lin Yan, she immediately greeted her, "Manager Lin, are you still awake tonight?"
Lin Yan rubbed her eyebrows and asked habitually, "Well, does Mr. Feng want to see me for anything?"
The assistant groaned and suddenly remembered, "Mr. Feng brought that woman here again today!"
Lin Yan stiffened, instinctively wanting to reject it, but a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly remembered that the woman's charm saved her life at the critical moment before she entered the elevator door, so she no longer resisted that day, "That lady is so
Where will you be soon?"
As soon as she came to the company yesterday, she heard the news of Uncle Liu's death.
His death time was around 8 pm, and the cause of death was myocardial infarction. In other words, what he saw in the elevator the day before was most likely a dead person, or the soul of Uncle Liu.