Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

On the other hand, after Leng Yincheng left Qiao's house, he returned to the company to deal with some urgent matters.

After that, he was also called back home by his parents.

Leng Aihua waited at the gate of the villa early, and when he saw Leng Yincheng getting off the car, he couldn't wait to go up: "Did your meeting with your parents go well yesterday? Are you nervous?"

Leng Yincheng shook his head lightly: "It went well."

Lin Leng also walked over: "How is his family? Have you looked down on you since you concealed your identity?"

Leng Yincheng still shook his head: "No matter how you say it, I'm from Leng's family."

"Yes, this Leng family is enough to support the scene." Leng Aihua nodded lightly beside him.

Lin Leng turned around with a calm expression.

Leng Yincheng walked behind and took out his mobile phone: "By the way, An An posted a group photo of her mother in Moments yesterday. Our two families used to be neighbors. I don't know if your parents still know each other?"

Leng Aihua looked over, and immediately frowned: "Why does it look familiar?"

Lin Lengguang glanced at it and his face changed drastically: "Give me the phone."

She snatched her son's mobile phone and zoomed in on it in front of her. Suddenly, her face turned pale.

Leng Yincheng looked at his mother strangely: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Leng immediately put the phone back into Leng Yincheng's arms: "I don't know, what is your neighbor when you were young? Back then we accompanied you to training and study every day, and we went out early and returned late every day. How can we still remember who is who?"

"Don't you really know him?" Leng Yincheng looked at his mother intently, but felt that his mother seemed to know Qiao An'an's mother.

Otherwise, why would there be such a big reaction?
This is no ordinary reaction...

But after all, it was his mother, and Leng Yincheng somewhat believed what Lin Leng said later.

"I really don't know each other. But I heard from you that Joan Ann's mother has passed away, so don't mention it again, so as not to hurt people's pain, and I think this kind of thing should not be mentioned..."

Lin Leng is somewhat particular.

Leng Yincheng knew, so he silently took back his phone: "Okay. Then I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

Just as Leng Yincheng stepped up the steps to leave, Lin Leng's figure behind him shook violently, and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, Leng Aihua stood by and quickly reached out to support Lin Leng.

Lin Leng gently pushed away the people beside him, bent over, and wobbled towards the sofa: "Maybe I didn't have a good breakfast, and my stomach hurts, I'll take a rest first."

She was worried that Leng Yincheng would see something, so she quickly found a reason to explain it.

It happened that Leng Yincheng also turned around and looked over, and called the housekeeper worriedly: "Bake some hot soup for my mother later, and remember to serve it to her when it is warm."

Lin Leng endured the discomfort in his body and waved to Leng Yincheng.

When Leng Yincheng turned around completely and Qinggui's figure disappeared from the corridor, Lin Leng completely relaxed and trembled violently.

"How could it be like this?"

Leng Aihua looked at his wife with a pale face, and his tone was also slightly trembling: "The person who can make you have such a big reaction...could it be related to that woman..."

Lin Leng grabbed Leng Aihua's hand: "It's her! We met her relatives!"

Leng Aihua also flickered, but he hugged Lin Leng's shoulders vigorously, and tried his best to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, I'm here for everything! Our Leng family was able to handle those things back then. In the future, even those people who have When the ability is asked, we still have the ability to hide it."

"You must do everything possible to hide it! Otherwise, it will definitely affect the relationship between our son and An An... No, no, we can't let the two of them be together... Otherwise, An An will know in the future, in case the hatred is blamed on our son Well, our son is innocent..."

Lin Leng, who used to be aloof and indifferent, stood up in a panic at this moment, not knowing where to go.

Leng Aihua stood up and grabbed Lin Leng's shoulders: "Don't panic, we suppressed everything that happened back then, and the Qiao family firmly believed in it, not to mention that you had other reasons in front of you. It doesn't matter much to you, at worst, I'll turn over old accounts and help you get justice..."

"Yeah, it really doesn't matter, but... What if we really ask? Should we tell or not? To hide or not to hide?" Lin Leng grabbed Leng Aihua's wrist with his backhand, his tone slightly anxious.

Leng Aihua withdrew his hand and patted his chest vigorously: "Even if Qiao's family really asks, they won't find you. Don't worry, I believe my wife is innocent, and I also believe that we can all .”

Lin Leng sighed heavily: "If the Qiao family insists on pursuing it, maybe our side will follow suit, and the butterfly effect will follow..."

"Stop talking." Leng Aihua quickly gave Lin Leng a look.

As soon as Lin Leng turned around, he saw Leng Yincheng.

Leng Yincheng was still wearing the clothes he came back in the morning, walked down the steps, and said to the servant behind him: "Go and make me a cup of coffee, and find me a new suit."

At this moment, Lin Leng's mood had eased a lot. He took a deep breath, stepped forward and said, "You haven't been home for a long time. I sent someone to put away those old clothes. You will wear new clothes when you come back, my son. You have to dress nicely."

Leng Yincheng walked down the steps, and walked gracefully in front of Lin Leng: "I'm not a celebrity, and I can't wear the same clothes almost every time I show up."

Lin Leng raised his hand to help Leng Yincheng straighten his collar: "Girls will like handsome clothes, and you will have more choices."

Leng Yincheng's handsome handsome face had a firm expression: "I don't need it."

Lin Leng wanted to say something more, but changed his tone in a more tactful tone: "I know, what I mean is that you are more attractive if you dress handsomely."

Only then did Leng Yincheng's expression soften a little: "I see."

Lin Leng thought for a while and couldn't help but said: "You have just graduated now, there are some things you don't rush to make choices, look at the outside world more, and I actually don't like Qiao An'an very much until now, some problems are ours. People who have spent most of their lives can see it, and you should taste it yourself."

Leng Yincheng's stern expression immediately turned cold: "Since you believe in my ability, you should believe in my choice."

That extremely cold tone seemed to be warning his mother that as long as he said one more word, he might turn his face and quarrel at any time.

Lin Leng had just recovered his rosy complexion, and turned pale again.

Unexpectedly, her son had such deep affection for Qiao Anan...