Chapter 97 The only antidote that belongs only to him.
"Why are you looking at me like this?"
As soon as Wen Yang got in the car, he blushed at Feng Lingche's strange eyes and couldn't help but ask.
Feng Lingche did not look away because of this. Instead, he stretched out his arms and took her into his arms, which was as warm and fragrant as a small stove. "I'm looking at my antidote."
The only antidote that belongs only to him.
They hadn't seen each other for half a month, and there was no unfamiliarity between the two of them as imagined.
Leaning on the firm chest that smelled of fir, Wen Yang poked him twice with her fingers, "Have you been secretly exercising again recently?"
The driver was one of Feng Lingche’s who had been with him for many years. He was also the one who was frightened unconscious by the little devil Su Rao brought last time. Feng Lingche didn’t need to worry about it, “Well, I can walk my legs, so I don’t want to sit in the office all the time.
inside."
What he said was calm and gentle, but only Wen Yang knew that the pain of the recovery process was extremely painful. Feng Lingche had been poisoned for a long time, and his body was suffering from the backlash of yin and cold. During exercise, in addition to feeling soreness, numbness, swelling and pain, he also felt constant pain.
Feel the pain of an ice pick stabbing your body.
It is equivalent to the feeling of having ten thousand silver needles piercing your legs and stirring the flesh and blood inside.
Seeing that Wen Yang's expression was not good, Feng Lingche lowered his eyes and stared into her eyes calmly, "No need to feel guilty, this is what I want."
Wen Yang turned away and said in a firm tone, "Who is guilty? I'm afraid that the old man will blame me and the whole world will chase me for compensation."
Feng Lingche smiled and did not expose her. He changed the subject and said, "I heard that you have a very good-looking neighbor?"
"You mean Mo Xun?"
Feng Lingche frowned when he heard Wen Yang mentioning another man's name in front of him without hesitation, "You two have a good relationship?"
"It's not about talking about it," Wen Yang found a comfortable position and leaned on Feng Lingche, "It's just a matter of interest."
Seeing that she didn't want to talk in depth, Feng Lingche didn't ask too much, but suddenly mentioned, "Actually, I can also cook."
Normally, this sentence would be nothing, but when it was said at this time, it had a bit of a sour taste. Wen Yang couldn't help but look at him and joked, "Are you jealous?"
She was not surprised that Feng Lingche knew that Mo Xun cooked for her every day. After all, the group of men in black who followed her every day were not blind.
Feng Lingche saw this thought in her heart at a glance. He breathed a sigh of relief and admitted generously, "I'm not someone who would push my woman away."
The journey to Jianghai City Middle School was relatively long, so Wen Yang simply started chatting with him, "Does the only son of a family like you, worth hundreds of billions, also need to cook by himself?"
It's not that she looks down on cooks, she has always had a respectful attitude towards this industry.
I have a natural photographic memory and can learn anything very quickly, but when it comes to cooking, I always have trouble controlling the heat, and the seasonings are sometimes salty and sometimes bland.
So for many years in the mountains she could only drink dew and eat fruits.
It's really hard to imagine how Feng Lingche could cook when he lost feeling in his legs.
Feng Lingche looked calm and looked at the rapidly retreating street scene outside the window and said, "After my mother left the Feng family, Feng Henian disliked me because I was a cripple and deliberately ignored me. He ordered Uncle Fu to remove all the maids in the house. Just because of me.
After saying a few words, grandma was detained in a room by Feng Henian for three years, and grandpa was also sent to the United States.
At first, I held out hope, thinking that he was just taking the blame for my mother's escape onto me, thinking that as long as I was obedient enough, I could come back to him. But as time went by, I discovered that he really regarded me as an abandoned son.
, even the special training for inheriting the family has been cancelled, so I can only rely on myself."
After hearing this, Wen Yang sneered, "It's about the family's reputation and fame. There is no difference between rich children and princes in ancient times. There is only a permanent conflict of interest."
She suddenly thought of something, turned her head and looked into Feng Lingche's deep eyes, "Wait! What did you just say, run away?!"
"Well, my mother is not dead. I have been looking for her whereabouts for so many years."
Wen Yang was slightly absent-minded. Through Feng Lingche's parents' palace, she clearly saw that the mother's column was empty, which usually means deceased. How could it be...
"You-" Wen Yang suddenly thought of a possibility!
Feng Lingche's eyes were filled with mist, and he smiled, "That's right."
Wen Yang was about to speak when the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, then opened the door with a cold face and walked out, asking for Feng Lingche, "What's going on ahead?"
Feng Lingche didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, but he didn't want to spread rumors too much and attract unnecessary social interactions, so he only followed two or three cars when he went out.
Facing the driver's questioning, the driver in the first car ran out but hesitated for a long time and did not dare to say anything. He kept glancing towards Wen Yang, as if he was afraid.
Wen Yang guessed, looked at the driver and said, "Are you here to see me?"
"Yes...yes!" the driver replied repeatedly, and then fell silent again.
Wen Yang's eyes flashed slightly, and he changed his words, "You're here to catch me, right?"
At this time, the driver driving for Feng Lingche saw with sharp eyes a group of middle-aged men in uniforms getting out of the white commercial vehicles that were surrounded in front of them. They lowered their heads and reported to Feng Lingche, "Lord Fo, we are from the Investigation Bureau."
He should be here for his wife." When he said the last sentence, the driver's eyes fell on Wen Yang.
Bureau of Investigation?
Wen Yang's pretty face collapsed.
The other party obviously didn't know about Feng Lingche's arrival. He ignored the bodyguard's obstruction and came to the car where Wen Yang was sitting. He gracefully raised his hand and tapped on the car window, "Hello, is this Miss Wen Yang? Someone reported you for making trouble in public.
Panic and promoting unhealthy trends, please cooperate with us to get out of the car and investigate."
This hat may or may not be big, but at worst, it will affect the destiny of the country. If someone from the Investigation Bureau really takes it away, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out for half a month.
Wen Yang originally thought that it was Li Changsheng's group who was responsible. After thinking about it, she excluded this person. Now the Taoist Association is still a target of state support. If something goes wrong at this juncture, Li Changsheng's career will basically be over.
In addition to him, Wen Yang also thought of 'Junshan', but judging from his cruel character, instead of locking up Wen Yang, it would be better to catch him and control him or strangle him to death.
Who could it be?
"Do you need me to come forward?" At this time, Feng Lingche's voice sounded.
Wen Yang looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly put the thin blanket placed on the car seat over his head, wrapping him completely in it.
Feng Lingche: "..."
Wen Yang patted Feng Lingche on the head and said, "Just wait here for me, fiancé."
After getting off the car, the man standing in front of her flashed his work ID at her. Wen Yang glanced at the person's name and looked back lightly.
Li Hai was about to speak when he raised his eyes and saw the little girl in front of him with red lips, white teeth and a charming face, and he was immediately stunned.
——No, this is the bull-nosed Taoist priest his brother calls him?