The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

"What now?"

Hungry, but lost appetite because of Shen Yajun's disappearance and her threats, Lin Weiwei poked the broccoli on the plate with a sad face.

"right now……"

With a face full of thought, after a while, Leng Jinran's expression suddenly became relaxed.

As if he had thought of a good solution, Leng Jinran pinched Lin Weiwei's nose, "Eat well, after eating, I'll tell you what to do."

"Really?"

With a suspicious look on her face, she suddenly felt relieved when she met the man's determined face, Lin Weiwei quickly finished the steak and pasta on the plate.

Taking her by the hand and returning to the living room, Leng Jinran threw a fennel tree into the fireplace, and leaned over to sit on the carpet.

Looking at the ignited flames of Bebo, Leng Jinran said calmly: "We can be sure that father-in-law and Shen Songming are absolutely impossible to get along with each other. As for whether Shen Yajun has forged documents in his hand, we don't know." , and she took advantage of this to make us so afraid."

"Yes, yes, so what shall we do?"

Lin Weiwei nodded repeatedly.

"Preemptive strikes, so that she has no time to take care of herself. At that time, you said, she still has the mood to play tricks and play with us?"

Leng Jinran proudly raised her chin.

Pre-emptive strike?

What kind of preemptive strike?

As soon as her eyes lit up, Lin Weiwei immediately understood.

"But, can it work? The people above are busy with everything, and they will deal with the Shen family and Qingsong Group with such a big fanfare?"

Thinking of the efficiency of those people, Lin Weiwei couldn't help expressing her deep doubts.

"They are inefficient, but we can add to the flames and give them a push..."

Curling the corners of her lips, Leng Jinran pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table.

With a flattering expression, she went over and took the phone over, and saw Leng Jinran's fingers moving slightly, as if she had sent a text message.

Seeing him throwing away the phone and leaning against the fireplace with a contented expression, Lin Weiwei's eyes widened in disbelief, "This, this is all right?"

"if not?"

Smiling mysteriously and triumphantly, Leng Jinran pulled Lin Weiwei into her arms with a pull of her long arm, "When I doze off, I want someone to give me a pillow. Now, we have sent the pillow over, and they want to give me a pillow." If you still can't handle it, then..."

"Will not."

Quickly making excuses, Lin Weiwei looked at Leng Jinran adoringly and said, "I don't trust them, but I trust you."

Leng Jinran went out, one against three.

What's more, the people who handled Shen Songming's case were absolutely impossible to be rich.

Just look at the arms case in the warehouse in the western suburbs. After staring at it for so long, they knew their determination.

"It's almost December..."

Looking back at the deep night outside the window, Lin Weiwei sighed softly.

Following Lin Weiwei's gaze, Leng Jinran nodded, "Yeah, whether it's good or bad, it's time to stop."

It was cold and windy outside the window, but the bar street was still bustling with activity.

In one of the bars at the end of the road, business was particularly good.

The noisy sound of dice, the sound of guests laughing and laughing, and the deafening music in the bar.

Countless voices were intertwined, and the voices in the basement were completely covered up.

On the computer screen, a series of codes were layered on top of each other, but they couldn't invade the other party's server no matter what, and a layer of sweat quickly appeared on the forehead of the person sitting in front of the computer.

Beside him, Shen Yajun looked gloomy.

She didn't believe it, it was just Lin Qiren's signature, she couldn't get it?

Before there was any result here, the basement door slammed open with a bang.

Xiaoyu's face flustered, "Miss Jun, it's not good..."