Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

"No need, Uncle Lin, I'll just have some porridge!"

An Xiaojing scooped up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon. Although she ate this thing every day, it had to be said that the variety was different every day.

It can also be regarded as bringing a different sense of freshness to her boring life.

"Young Mistress, your body is also very weak now. Although it is much better than before, you still need to make up for it."

Uncle Lin looked worried, and treated An Xiaojing as if he were his own daughter.He didn't want to have any mistakes.

An Xiaojing wanted to refuse, but she didn't want to worry Uncle Lin, so she agreed.

Leng Yichen watched everything the whole time without opening his mouth.

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After dinner, Leng Yichen answered a phone call and went out. An Xiaojing would not bother about his whereabouts before, and now she will not.

However, falling asleep too early was a bit boring for her, so An Xiaojing walked to Leng Yichen's study.

She didn't intend to break into the study, but her footsteps suddenly seemed to be disobedient, as if there was a magical force pushing herself to this side.

Familiar furnishings and pendants, as well as a dazzling array of books.An Xiaojing stretched out her hand and casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf, feeling the heaviness of history.

Before, she had heard from Uncle Lin that Leng Yichen had the habit of collecting books.

Thousands of years of precious books, even extinct documents, can be found in Leng Yichen's study. An Xiaojing finds it miraculous that how could Leng Yichen have those treasures?

Shouldn't it all be handed over to the state?Or, he already has the right to collect cultural relics himself?

But this question obviously didn't mean much, and An Xiaojing couldn't understand the book written in oracle bone inscriptions in her hand, so she put the book back in its original place.

She just wanted to find a book to read, savor it carefully, and pass the time.

I don't know when it started, but the time has become so long for her.

Occasionally, when I sit in front of the chair by the window, I always hope that time can move faster.

She seems to want to see what she will look like in the future more than anyone else.

After a while, An Xiaojing pulled out another book from another bookshelf.

The book cover was wrapped in yellowed kraft paper, and the whole book looked very worn out, but this kind of book with a sense of age unexpectedly attracted her.

Gently opened the book with his hand, only to find that the only word in it that he knew was a double.

Why is it double again?

It seems that I have seen this word in some book before, but it is different from now, that word is capitalized and inserted in the book.

An Xiaojing suddenly had a very bizarre idea in her heart.

Then, putting the book in her hand back to its original place, An Xiaojing walked to Leng Yichen's desk.

She must find the book with double characters in it, and there must be a secret she wants to know hidden in it.

As soon as she got close to Leng Yichen's desk, An Xiaojing noticed that it was very neatly arranged.

What is more novel is that there is a picture of a child and a woman on Leng Yichen's desk.

A woman is very beautiful, she is the kind of person who can reveal her beauty from the bottom of her heart without even making up any makeup.Is a natural beauty.

On the left hand side of the woman was holding a little boy's hand.

The boy held the woman's hand tightly, smiling sweetly.

However, that boy looks a lot like Leng Yichen, could he be his illegitimate child?

An Xiaojing frowned slightly, the illegitimate child should not be so old.

She looked around the desk again, and suddenly, something caught An Xiaojing's attention.

that painting!

Isn't it the painting I drew in the studio before!

The bloody sky surrounded the woman and baby on the ground, the painting that disappeared in the studio that day, now appeared on Leng Yichen's desk.

So what does this mean?

An Xiaojing felt that her chest was tight and she couldn't breathe, so she could only look at her painting that day.

Some whispered in his mouth, "It turns out that it is really not a dream, everything has really existed."

Her hands were tightly holding the drawing paper, and there was a sudden sound of the door opening from the side of the study.

An Xiaojing looked in the direction of the door with some expectation. Could it be that person is about to appear?

But, soon, her idea was proved to be wrong.

Leng Yichen turned his face to An Xiaojing, looking at the painting in her hand, feeling extremely depressed.

"Leng Yichen, why do you have this painting?"

An Xiaojing spoke eagerly, and the drawing paper in her hand kept flapping in the air.

But the person opposite her acted much calmer than her, as if waiting for An Xiaojing to ask all the questions clearly, he would be able to answer them one by one.

"Leng Yichen, what exactly is this?"

An Xiaojing asked, for the previous question, she was a little bit relentless.

"It's just a piece of paper with another painting on it. You don't have to be so nervous." He walked over gently, but An Xiaojing didn't buy it at all.

However, Leng Yichen quickly used his trump card.

On the bookshelf that An Xiaojing was leaning against, he took out a book with one hand, and opened it with his pretty fingers.

Then he took out a piece of paper folded in half from inside.

"I still have a copy of the painting in your hand!"

After finishing speaking, he opened the painting without hesitation. It was exactly the same as the work in An Xiaojing's hand.

And An Xiaojing never thought that one day, she would encounter fakes of her paintings.

This is simply a frustrating rhythm.

"why?"

She looked over suspiciously, wanting to take a closer look, but instinctively, the one in Leng Yichen's hand must not have been drawn by her.

"You can find many of the same things in this study, there's no reason." Leng Yichen's answer was as if he didn't say anything.

An Xiaojing got closer to him, only to realize that the drawing in Leng Yichen's hand was obviously drawn in a different order from her own.

Her sky is drawn in a twist and turn, but this one is just for embellishment.

"Since you don't want to talk about this matter, I won't ask aggressively. It's just. There is one more thing."

An Xiaojing paused, not knowing whether she should speak or not.

"Oh?" Leng Yichen's tone was full of interest, and he didn't know that An Xiaojing's mood would be different if she said one more word or one more question to herself.

It's a special feeling.

"Where's the mother and child on your table? I haven't seen it much before. Could it be your lover and child hidden outside?"

An Xiaojing had her reasons for asking such a question.

If it was really Leng Yichen's, she would definitely not be a young mistress who was jealous of Xiaosan.

Huanhuanxi returned home, and then brought that handsome guy in, and he could get out in a legitimate way.