Mistakenly pet billions of cute little wives

Tang Jinjin stayed in the hospital for a while. In order to let Madam Leng's muscles recover better, Tang Jinjin helped Madam Leng to the big balcony outside to bask in the sun, and then she and Xiao Tangtang massaged her muscles.

"Mother Leng, how is the strength?"

"Okay, Jinjin's hands are really soft, and the pinch is so firm, it's really comfortable." Mrs. Leng regained her spirits, and closed her eyes enjoying herself.

Behind her, Aunt Juan walked back and forth several times, keeping her eyes on Tang Jinjin and her daughter.

I was very worried and hesitated to speak several times.

But because of Mrs. Leng's expression of enjoyment, she didn't dare to disturb her.

"Aunt Juan, go sit down and rest." Leng Yanchi was looking at the iPad to process documents, and said to the worried and anxious Aunt Juan with her head lowered.

Compared to Aunt Juan's worry, Leng Yanchi's calmness was very calm.

With her hands in her hands, Aunt Juan glanced at the picture of the large open-air balcony outside, then slowly walked over to Leng Yanchi and sat down.

"Young master, this Tang Jinjin is..." Aunt Juan said, looking at Leng Yanchi's sharp-edged side face, she stopped in the middle of speaking.

"But what?" Leng Yanchi looked sideways at Aunt Juan beside her.

"Madam was killed by her. Now that she is back, I feel really uneasy."

As she spoke, Aunt Juan glanced outside again, hearing the talking and laughing, her heart was extremely complicated.

Leng Yan Chi saw the picture on the balcony from the corner of his eye, looked away, and continued to look back at the iPad.

His face was calm, and there was no wave in his black eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with it. She wasn't the suspect for what happened four years ago."

"Ah? Then?" Aunt Juan was surprised.

Leng Yanchi stopped flipping the iPad's fingers, and tapped the screen lightly with his index finger.

"I've checked again, don't worry."

At first he hesitated when he saw the surveillance, but Tang Jinjin hid it so well that he lost his mind and thought it was her.

If he let it out, Tang Jinjin was the murderer. If it wasn't for Tang Jinjin, he would have forced her to show up.

Unexpectedly, what happened to her was even more bumpy than he expected.

Four years have passed, and all the surveillance from that year has been well preserved. There is no perfect crime, and the identity cannot be judged, but it can be concluded that it is a woman similar to Tang Jinjin.

Leng Yanchi thought of this, and turned his head sideways to look at the balcony.

Under the warm sun, Tang Jinjin was gentle and quiet, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and the black velvet umbrella skirt set off her petite and gentle appearance, her bright eyes and white teeth, her beauty and fresh vitality, people couldn't help but look away.

Tang Jinjin felt the gaze from behind, and subconsciously turned her head.

It happened to meet the eyes of Leng Yanchi, who was sitting on the sofa in a neat suit.

Tang Jinjin's clear eyebrows were slightly taken aback.

Compared with her gentle eyes, the composure on Leng Yanchi's brows is the result of years of honor and disgrace in the mall. The thick aura is stable and calm, and with just one glance, there is nowhere to escape.

Four years later, after Tang Jinjin became a mother, she was gentle and resolute, and also calmed down.

But facing the powerful Leng Yanchi, she seemed to be unable to avoid stage fright at any time.

After a flicker in his eyes, Tang Jinjin's frightened pair of soft little hands couldn't help changing from massaging to caressing Mrs. Leng's shoulder anxiously.

Just that kind of rubbing hands secretly.

Even if he tried to stay calm on the surface.

But the restless little hand still betrayed her heart.

Tang Jinjin immediately withdrew her eyes, just as Mrs. Leng looked up at Tang Jinjin: "Jinjin, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, mother Leng, are you hungry? Where is your memory restored today?"

"Oh, I remember a lot."

"Oh, how old is Leng's mother today?" Tang Jinjin tilted her head and looked at this elegant little old lady.

"Today, I am 42 years old." Mrs. Leng compared a four and two.

After hearing this, Leng Yanchi, who was sitting on the sofa, choked on the words.

He held his right hand against his lips and coughed twice.

"Mom, I'm 36 this year." Leng Yanchi replied in a deep voice.

When Mrs. Leng heard this, she turned her head in shock: "Ah, son, are you so old?"

Leng Yanchi: "..."

"Wow..." Tang Jinjin was also shocked.

Although the man sitting there is 36 years old, it may be the reason why he is serious. There is no trace of aging on his face, and his face is only 25 or [-]. It is the thick and steady aura.

It's really strong.

"Long-legged Susu is so old."

Xiao Tangtang frowned and said, "If Tangtang grows up, Susu will... be gone."

Tang Jinjin was shocked when she heard this, and immediately ran to Xiao Tangtang's side, covering her mouth.

Leng Yanchi: "..."

Hearing these words, Leng Yanchi's handsome face was clouded.

What is it like to be heartbroken?That's it.

"Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji, don't be angry, don't argue with Tangtang if she's ignorant." Tang Jinjin really couldn't laugh or cry.

What does it mean when he grows up, he will be gone.

"Tangtang, that's not what he said. When Tangtang grows up, his uncle will still be there, but he's just getting older."

Leng Yanchi: "..."

The words of the three of them were like three knives, directly piercing Leng Yanchi's heart.

Leng Yanchi threw the iPad lock screen aside, got up calmly and went to the bathroom.

"Huh..." Tang Jinjin watched him leave, and heaved a sigh of relief.

This Mrs. Leng is old and her own mother, Leng Yanchi will definitely not care about it.Tangtang is young and he can't care about it.

Only to myself.

When all the anger is poured on her, it's really...

Fortunately, he just looked a little upset and didn't say anything else.

"My god, my son is so old, my god." Mrs. Leng seemed to be immersed in Leng Yanchi's age just now.

She stroked her hair in disbelief.

Still black.

"How can I remember that I came in my forties?"

Mrs. Leng began to fall into a feeling of self-doubt.

In the bathroom, Leng Yanchi moved closer to the mirror to look at his own face.

This man who never cared about his appearance began to compare carefully in the mirror.

The perfect and deep handsome face in the mirror is sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

I looked at it for about three minutes, and then said in a deep voice impatiently: "Is it that old? A man doesn't understand until he dies as a teenager?"

After coming out of the bathroom, Leng Yanchi's phone rang.

It's Jo Mi-yeon.

Leng Yanchi took the opportunity to pick it up: "Hello."

Over there, Zhao Meiyan said in a nervous voice: "Master Leng, how is your mother recovering?"

"Good."

"During this time, you and your brother should be in the hospital. I'm worried that Chenchen will be afraid when he's alone at home. Can I accompany him?"

Tang Jinjin came back, and Zhao Meiyan felt an unprecedented crisis.

She wanted to have a good relationship with Chen Chen, and tried to tie up Leng Yanchi through Chen Chen.

Besides, she was very worried about Mrs. Leng's affairs being exposed... In case, Chen Chen could still be her amulet!