The daughter of a thief: the CEO's darling

Leng Feiye took An Qian's hand and left. At this time, An Qian's thoughts were all on the two red envelopes in her hands, and she didn't know how much money would be in them. The Leng family has a big business, so she shouldn't be stingy.

Seeing that Leng Feiye and the others had already left, Li Cuilian changed her face, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a sneer: "What? Why didn't you continue asking just now? Look, she and An Xiao look so much alike, they are almost carved out of the same mold." Yes, don't you think of An Xiao when you look at her?"

Leng Xiangrong didn't say anything, he had already explained everything that should be explained, and he couldn't do anything about whether Li Cuilian believed it or not.

"Why don't you speak? Did I mention your sore spot? Why didn't you snatch her from the old ghost back then?" Li Cuilian refused to let her go.

"You are enough." Leng Xiangrong angrily reprimanded.

"What? Are you getting angry from embarrassment?" Li Cuilian's ironic smile deepened.

"What on earth do you want? I have become like this now, so what if I still have 'her' in my heart? 'She' is gone, why do you keep holding on to it? Still haven't let go?" Leng Xiangrong said in a flat tone, without a trace of anger.

Li Cuilian's face changed when Leng Xiangrong talked about her thoughts.

Seeing that Li Cuilian didn't speak, Leng Xiangrong smiled sarcastically: "What? I got caught up in what I said? Sure enough, after so many years, you still haven't given up on him."

Li Cuilian showed a ferocious expression: "You forced me to do that too. When I married you, I thought about living a good life with you, but what about you? How did you treat me?"

Thinking of the scene more than ten years ago, Li Cuilian hated and wished to kill Leng Xiangrong.

When mentioning the past, Leng Xiangrong remained silent, with a look of guilt on his face. This is why Li Cuilian didn't say a word to him now. It's because he owed her all the time, and he did so much. I'm sorry about him, what right does he have to blame her.

"Cuilian, I know that I have done a lot of irreparable mistakes. You can hate me, but I hope you don't transfer this hatred to your children. It has nothing to do with them." Leng Xiangrong almost Begging to say.

The grievances and grievances between them in this life should end in their life, and don't be involved in the next life.

"You are afraid that I will implicate An Qian, are you really so afraid?" Li Cuilian said contemptuously.

"You can say whatever you want, as long as you can dispel the resentment in your heart, you can do whatever you want." Leng Xiangrong said weakly.

"Then just watch carefully to see if I will fulfill your wish." Li Cuilian strode away.

Leng Xiangrong sighed, and shook his head helplessly, what else can he do now.

An Qian, who returned to the east courtyard, couldn't wait to open the red envelope, and a check appeared in front of her, her eyes glowing brightly: "Wow, I didn't expect your parents to be so generous."

An Qian excitedly counted the zeros on the check.

Seeing An Qian's excited look, Leng Feiye couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Seeing her happy, he couldn't help being in a good mood. She really is a woman who is easy to satisfy, and a check can make her so happy.

"Wow, 1000 million, that's too much." An Qian shouted excitedly, if she escaped, she wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of her life.

Leng Feiye smiled helplessly: "This is just one piece, didn't mom give you a red envelope too?"

"That's right!" An Qian hurriedly opened another red envelope, which was also a check, and she counted it carefully: "Not bad, it's 500 million."

This adds up to 500 million. Now is she rich?Just think about it and be happy.

"I didn't expect the daughter of the mafia blood eagle to be so happy when she saw a mere 500 million yuan, as if she had never seen money before. You are so embarrassing to your father." Leng Feiye couldn't bear it. Live in disgust.

An Qian glanced at Leng Feiye, seeing that she was not angry: "What do you know, the mafia is the mafia, and it's not mine. Although I haven't been short of money since I was a child, but my hand I've never been this rich."

"Hey, you said I'll serve tea tomorrow, do you have any red envelopes?" An Qian leaned over and asked.

Little Lanmer on the side!
Leng Feiye curled his lips and put his arms around An Qian's waist: "You are my wife now, and everything in Leng's family belongs to you."

An Qian glanced at him in disgust, and said angrily: "I don't care about it, my sister is the one who is leaving."

With these 1000 million, she has nothing to be afraid of.

Leng Feiye narrowed his eyes slightly: "I advise you not to pay attention, if you dare to leave Leng's house, these two checks will become bad checks."

An Qian: "..."

So she was happy here for a long time, just for nothing.

"Isn't it okay to just sit on your eldest young mistress obediently?" Leng Feiye asked, why do you keep thinking about leaving?
"Leng Feiye, is it interesting for you to force me to stay like this?" An Qian couldn't help complaining.

"As long as you stay by my side, nothing bad will happen." Leng Feiye approached An Qian and said in a low voice.

An Qian could clearly feel Leng Feiye's breath, and the faint fragrance from her body rushed into her spleen and lungs, making her in a state of trance, and the deer bumped wildly.

"How about it, can you stay here?" Leng Feiye almost begged, his tone soft.

"I... I... think about it." An Qian pushed Leng Feiye away, got up and went back to the room.

With her heart beating wildly, An Qian patted her face hard to wake herself up.

"An Qian, An Qian, you must not be fooled by beauty."

She told herself over and over again, but what Leng Feiye said kept flashing in her mind.

Because at the wedding, Luo Xiaoyu took Wen Xiang away, and Luo Jianhua was furious, so he locked Luo Xiaoyu at home and prevented her from going out.

Looking out the window, Luo Xiaoyu was very worried, and no one answered the phone to Wenxiang, and now she can't go out, Wenxiang must be very angry.

When Luo Xiaoyu made her decision, she had expected that Wen Xiang would be very angry.

"Hey, miss, the master did this for your own good." Uncle Zhou persuaded him from the sidelines. Seeing the relationship between the father and daughter become like this, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Uncle Zhou, why don't you like Wen Xiang?" Luo Xiaoyu asked weakly.

Zhou Bo replied frankly: "Because he can't give you happiness, miss."

"Happiness? Isn't it two people who love each other together? Wen Xiang and I love each other, why can't we be happy?" Luo Xiaoyu still doesn't understand, shouldn't love be pure?Why do so many material things have to be mixed in love?
Uncle Zhou patiently persuaded: "Miss, poor and lowly couples are always in trouble. How often have you suffered so much since childhood? That man has nothing. What can he give you to live a happy life? Do you want to support him for the rest of his life? You Have you ever wondered what other people will think of you, and whether you can withstand the external pressure? Miss, don't say harsh words to Uncle Zhou. How much do you know about that man? Who knows if he has other goals? Woolen cloth."

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Uncle Zhou, the people closest to her were constantly reminding her that Wen Xiang was with her for a purpose.

"Miss, you should think about it yourself. The master did this because he didn't want you to be sad in the future." Uncle Zhou didn't say anything more, and Luo Xiaoyu had to figure out some things by himself.

"Uncle Zhou, I want to go out for a while, and I'll be back in an hour." Luo Xiaoyu begged and said that she still had to go see Wenxiang. Regret yourself.

Uncle Zhou was a little embarrassed, he didn't dare to resist the master's order, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to the lady's begging.

"Uncle Zhou, I'll just go out for an hour, and I'll definitely come back in an hour, and I won't let my father know." Luo Xiaoyu begged again: "I just want to see Wenxiang for the last time, as a perfect painting for our love. full stop."

In the end, Uncle Zhou still couldn't bear it, and nodded in agreement: "Miss, the master will be back in about an hour, you have to come back within an hour, don't make things difficult for Uncle Zhou."

"Well, Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I'll come back as soon as I go." Luo Xiaoyu strode out, and now she only wanted to see Wenxiang.

A small apartment of less than fifty square meters is filled with books, a bed, a desk, a bookcase, and a chair. These are all the furniture in the apartment. Things are scattered around. There are only three words. To describe it, it's messy.

"Wenxiang!" Luo Xiaoyu knocked on the door forcefully.

But the person lying on the bed in the room, like a dead body, did not open the door.

"Wenxiang, I'm Xiaoyu. I know you're here. Can you open the door, please?" Luo Xiaoyu kept knocking on the door.

Wen Xiang, who was lying on the bed, woke up suddenly: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu."

He quickly got up from the bed and hurried to open the door.

"Wen Xiang!" Luo Xiaoyu looked at the emaciated Wen Xiang in disbelief. It was only a short day, how could he become like this?
"Xiaoyu!" Wen Xiang hugged Luo Xiaoyu into his arms, the excitement from the heart was beyond words.

"Xiao Yu, I thought I would never see you again." Wen Xiang said with a choked voice.

Luo Xiaoyu was a little taken aback: "Wen Xiang, don't you blame me?"

She thought that Wen Xiang would blame her for what happened at the wedding, hated her, and didn't want to see her again.

"Silly girl, how could I blame you? It's not your fault. It's all my own fault. I shouldn't have asked to go. Make it difficult for you. Did your father blame you and put you under house arrest?" Home?" Wen Xiang asked, with self-blame in his tone.

"How do you know?" Luo Xiaoyu asked in disbelief.

Wen Xiang smiled: "You haven't come to me for so long, so I guessed that you must be under house arrest by your father, otherwise, you would definitely come to me."

It was only then that Luo Xiaoyu realized that the person who knew her best was Wen Xiang, and who else knew herself better than him.