Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Leng Yincheng raised the corners of his lips coldly: "Song Shengang is Song Shengang, and Xiaoxue is Xiaoxue. Even if the relationship between Xiaoxue and Song Shengang was exposed, Song Shengang did not participate in it."

Joan Ann's hands tightened unconsciously, and his expression was slightly worried.

"But Mr. Song hasn't had any stains on him since the day he became a fashion designer. As his loyal fan, I don't want him to be stained with the black history related to him."

"No one is perfect."

Leng Yincheng turned around gently.

"I don't allow anyone to hurt you. I have already promised Song Shengang that I can let Xiaoxue go. At most, Xiaoxue's crimes can be mitigated. The public clarification on the Internet can be made more cryptic."

"But Teacher Song took the initiative to give us clues, we should always think about it from his side."

Qiao Anan gently held Leng Yincheng's hand, and stood side by side.

"Are you pleading for other men and me?"

Leng Yincheng looked at Qiao An'an with black eyes, with jealousy in his tone.

Qiao Anan leaned her head on Leng Yincheng's shoulder.

"You and I have decided to get engaged, so you're not jealous, are you? We're just discussing the facts."

Leng Yincheng looked down at Qiao An'an, a meaningful smile appeared on his thin and sharp lips.

"I can consider giving Song Shengang some face, but it depends on how you behave."

Joan Ann sniffed her little nose vigorously: "I suddenly felt that you were tricking me."

"If you think so, then maybe it is."

Leng Yincheng smiled slightly, and put his arm around Qiao An'an's shoulder.

Joan Ann smiled softly: "I found that you are quite naughty now, I thought you were really jealous."

"If your teacher Song has a bad reputation, it won't be good for you to participate in fashion shows in the future. Anyone can see the pros and cons of this."

Leng Yincheng was chatting with Qiao An'an while preparing for get off work.

Qiao Anan found a time to return to the office and took a little breath.

After getting off work at night, Qiao An'an got into Leng Yincheng's car, but he was dizzy.

Raising his hand to touch his forehead, he found that his body, which had just recovered, suddenly became serious again.

Leng Yincheng watched Qiao Anan rubbing his temples uncomfortably, sat aside, and gently touched Qiao Anan's forehead.

"Why do you have a fever again? How about we go directly to the hospital?"

Qiao Anan shook her head vigorously: "It may be because I got busy at noon and forgot to take my medicine. When I go home and have a good rest and eat something delicious, there should be no problem."

"Then what do you want to eat?" Leng Yincheng raised his body slightly while talking, and helped Qiao Anan fasten his seat belt.

While speaking, the warm breath fluttered on Qiao An'an's neck, a little itchy.

Joan Ann hid a little back and giggled.

"If you want to eat home-cooked food, the one with acquaintances will be particularly delicious."

"Then whose restaurant do you usually eat?" Leng Yincheng asked carefully.

"Hongfu's home cooking."

Joan Ann closed her eyes and remembered.

"When I was young, many classmates would bring their mother's loving snacks, but my mother is gone, so I can only cook at home. Everything was fine, but a classmate happened to know several chefs in our family, so he and other children Said, what I eat is prepared by the chef at home, and there is no food that my mother cooked."

Later, her father found out that he took time out of his busy schedule to help her make snacks, but her father's skills were not very good, and the things he made were also unpalatable.

After eating it a few times, she simply didn't bring snacks to school.

Thinking about not having a mother, I have to get used to it sooner or later.

However, fortunately, his father was very thoughtful. Knowing that Qiao An'an was a picky eater when she was a child, he specially gave her a home-cooked box lunch during a class break.

At that time, there was a meat section with northern characteristics. When the lunch box was opened, the classroom was filled with the smell of meat.

Not only that, but there were fragrant fried bamboo shoots, deep-fried lotus root boxes, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables in it. She ate up her lunch box that time, and her classmates were so greedy that she drool all over the place.

"It was only later that I found out that it was my father who found a good home-cooked restaurant and helped me make boxed meals."

When Qiao Anan thought of this, her eyes were slightly rosy.

Leng Yincheng put his arm around Qiao An'an's shoulder.

"Pity the hearts of parents in the world."

Qiao Anan nodded: "In the future, I will be very good to my father. It is not easy for him to bring up three children by himself."

"I'm with you." Leng Yincheng already had an idea in his mind.

I thought to myself that I would give Joan Ann a small surprise later.

Qiao Anan followed Leng Yincheng all the way into the house, and because she was uncomfortable, she nestled on the sofa.

Leng Yincheng gently covered Qiao An'an with a quilt, squatted beside the sofa, and handed the remote control to Qiao An'an's hand.

"You take a break here, I'm going to do something."

Qiao Anan nestled in the blanket and nodded, watching Leng Yincheng turn and leave.

While talking, he turned on the TV with the remote control and watched slowly.

The housekeeper stepped forward respectfully and pushed a massage chair over.

"Miss An An, I see that you are not feeling well. Do you want to watch TV on the massage chair? I can cast the TV on the projector for you, so that you can watch it in home theater mode."

"That's good." Joan Ann lazily got up, sat on the massage chair, turned on the relaxation mode, and leaned on it comfortably.

The butler was busy at the side.

And Leng Yincheng went into the kitchen, put on an apron, found the chef, gave a few orders quietly, and started to get busy.

I don't know how long it has been since Qiao An'an finished watching an episode of the TV series, and found that Leng Yincheng didn't even come back to take a look at him.

She stood up, touched her forehead, and quietly made a shush gesture to the housekeeper.

"What about others?"

The butler turned around and looked at the kitchen: "Master, I'm busy with something, but I won't let us tell you."

Joan Ann lifted her foot and leaned towards the kitchen.

"Could it be that he wants to prepare some surprises for me again? Don't bother him, I'll take a sneak peek."

Qiao Anan walked to the door of the kitchen, and immediately saw Leng Yincheng wearing a cartoon apron.

On top of that apron was a blue bear apron.

And Leng Yincheng's cold and noble temperament, paired with the little bear cartoon apron, makes the whole person look...instead a little cute.

The chef next to him was wearing a white chef's robe, and he was very serious in teaching.

"Master, you have to cut it like this to taste better."

"Master, the thickness of this place must be even, so that the taste will be better."