Chapter 7: Born timid, you still dare to carry around a nourishing brat?
Of course, it was impossible for the old man to tell him this matter, but Luo Li asked Jiang Ci as soon as he received the call.
I also learned from Jiang Ci that the Feng family has a little fairy who can hang a pot to help the world.
There was no warmth on Feng Lingche's face. Looking at Wen Yang's eyes, there was something hidden in his eyes, "Yeah."
Luo Li smiled meaningfully, "How can you bear to be such a simple and beautiful girl?"
"Get out of here after you're done with your business. The money has already been transferred to your account." Feng Lingche's voice was low and cold, and he began to yell impatiently.
Luo Li has long been accustomed to Feng Lingche turning his back on others after doing things. Fortunately, the remuneration given by this Buddha is generous enough, and he has always adhered to the idea of making money by being tolerant to the money master, and steadily ate the big melons.
After that, naturally there is no reason to stay.
With her orchid fingers raised, she hummed a tune, packed up her things, and left happily.
Feng Lingche pushed the wheelchair to Wen Yang and said in a low voice, "Have everything been packed?"
Wen Yang nodded.
"Then let's go."
After saying that, I saw him pressing some button on the handle, and the wheelchair automatically turned and drove towards the door.
Feeling that the coolness was slowly decreasing, Wen Yang hurriedly picked up her skirt and caught up, "Where are we going to meet someone?"
Feng Lingche didn't even raise his head, "Yufeng Garden."
Wen Yang recalled the name with her only memory, but she had no impression at all. Just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly called her from behind.
"Miss Wen!"
Wen Yang turned around and it was Ping Dai.
I saw her placing a small pin in Wen Yang's palm, with a smile in her eyes, "My mother designed this with her own hands back then. She asked me to give it to the most deserving person, and I want to give it to you."
Wen Yang quickly waved his hand and refused, "I can't accept such a valuable relic."
Pingdai looked slightly surprised and couldn't believe it, "How did you know that my mother has passed away?"
Wen Yang chuckled. She couldn't say that when she first met Ping Dai, she had already seen the vacancy in her mother's column through the Parents' Palace, right?
Pingdai thought for a while, then changed her mind and no longer struggled with this issue.
However, she still forced the pin into Wen Yang's hand, "To be honest, from the first time I saw you, I always felt that I wanted to hand it to you. If you don't dislike it, please accept it, okay?"
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When Wen Yang heard this, he couldn't help but count his fingers carefully, and immediately his eyes became more profound, "Then I will help you hand it over to the person who really belongs to it."
Pingdai was stunned for a moment, but when she came to her senses, Wen Yang had already walked away.
……
In the car.
Wen Yang and Feng Lingche sat side by side in the back seat.
The small and cramped space was occupied by the cool air on Feng Lingche's body, which was as cold as rain, making Wen Yang feel unprecedentedly comfortable physically and mentally.
Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her little head began to tremble little by little. Finally, she was overwhelmed and fell onto Feng Lingche's lap with a thud.
Feng Lingche's body stiffened, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she stared at Wen Yang's small face, which was mostly covered by her hair, and pushed her to the other side expressionlessly.
But the little girl slept carelessly. Not only did she not wake up, she even rubbed her cheek against the high-end soft seat cushion.
In fact, not only Wen Yang could feel it, Feng Lingche had a deeper understanding of it. At this time, the warm temperature was close to him, like a small sun, warm and hot.
Just like Wen Yang's arrival, behind this scene full of mystery and conspiracy, it is like a sudden influx of light, rekindling his long-lost hope...
On the way back to the manor from the company, Feng Lingche thought about countless scenarios of facing Wen Yang, whether it was through coercion, inducement, or questioning. He just wanted to understand his evil physique and his inability to stand up.
What’s going on with your legs?
Also, why did she come up with the absurd idea of marrying herself?
But someone decided to plot against him at this time.
Feng Lingche's eyes as cold as ice swept over the man in the passenger seat, and his clear finger bones tapped his knees.
This short-haired woman is not a maid.
On the day of the old man's 70th birthday party, he had seen her by his father's side.
Ha, on the surface he said that he would hand over the power of the company to him, but secretly he sent his own woman to come over to cause trouble?
It was precisely because of the sudden appearance of this woman that his original plan was disrupted.
Feng Lingche lowered his head and looked at Wen Yang again. Before getting into the car, she suddenly whispered in his ear that he must bring this short-haired maid with him. As for the reason, she said she would find out the answer before arriving at Yufeng Garden.
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Now I don’t care about sleeping anymore...
Su Rao, the short-haired maid sitting in the passenger seat, felt Feng Lingche's eyes linger on her for a while, and a strange and sly smile appeared on her lips. She seemed to accidentally put her hand on the driver's leg and gently
Gently stroking the small piece of fabric, he said in a coquettish tone, "Brother driver, it's raining hard outside, please drive slower~"
The driver froze and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
The car stopped, and he shook Su Rao away as if there was a bug crawling on him, and then apologized to Feng Lingche with fear, "I'm sorry, Buddha, I accidentally shook myself just now."
Feng Lingche caught Wen Yang's body that was about to fall, ignored the driver, looked at Su Rao with cold eyes, and said in a low and sarcastic voice, "Since you are scared, why don't you get out and walk to Yufeng Garden?"
Su Rao's expression was distorted for a moment, but she quickly remembered something and curled her lips viciously.
The son born to a well-known bitch in the entertainment industry is indeed the same as his mother, a bitch!
If the master hadn't given her the mission before she came, she wouldn't have bothered to make this trip to see the face of a disabled person!
Being able to stay with Mr. Feng for a long time, Su Rao will naturally not only have a beautiful and young appearance, but more importantly, what he considers to be a smart mind and adaptable vision.
She immediately lowered her head, pretending to be scared and choked, "Lord Buddha... I am born timid. When I think of you having a car accident on the road before and breaking one of your legs, I can't help but panic.
I’m worried that the road will be slippery on rainy days and you may be accidentally injured again..."
As she spoke, she was about to take something out of her bag. However, as soon as her hand touched the zipper of the bag, she was grabbed by a warm and soft hand.
"You are a timid kid who dares to carry around a nourishing brat. Are you acting too much?"
A cold and teasing voice suddenly sounded.
Su Rao's pupils shrank, but she still had an innocent look on her face, timidly looking at Wen Yang who didn't know when she woke up, "Wen...Miss Wen, I don't understand what you are talking about, I just want to get medicine for Lord Buddha.
, it’s almost time for him to take medicine.”
Just as she was talking, Su Rao's phone rang with a WeChat message. A hint of jealousy flashed through her eyes, and she raised the phone and the medicine prepared in her bag to Wen Yang's eyes, "Look, Uncle Fu even sent a message specifically.
Urging!"
Wen Yang glanced at the words on the screen.
Suddenly Youyou smiled, "Are you sure this is what Uncle Fu sent to you?"