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

"Why?" Leng Yichen's eyes were very cold, as if it was a cold light that was about to freeze everything, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, as if there was a great anger.

"Because my brother cares about you very much." Yu Zhenhuan snorted coldly, with a dangerous look on his face, staring at Leng Yichen as if looking at an enemy.

"Dawn" Leng Yichen raised his eyebrows.

It is also very dangerous to look at Yu Zhenhuan.

Then a gloomy light flashed through the depths of his eyes.

"Yeah." Yu Zhenhuan sneered, and said again, "Obviously he knows that I am his real brother, but he cares so much about you. This is really annoying."

After a pause, Yu Zhenhuan said again, "And in his heart, it seems that you are his own brother, and he likes to deceive me."

What Yu Zhenhuan cared about was the last time Leng Yichen and Leng Chenxi got into a fight to deceive him.

Chen Xi always obeys Leng Yichen's words, but she never does it to herself.

"So you want to kill me?" Leng Yichen raised his lips and smiled noncommittally, his voice was indifferent.

"That's right, Leng Yichen, you can ask for blessings." Yu Zhenhuan laughed, stretched out his hand and pressed another button, then turned and left.

Leng Yichen's face was icy cold, he stretched out his hand and just touched the grid, then he retracted it very quickly.

His arms hung down to his sides, trembling constantly.

Damn, my whole arm is numb.

He cursed inwardly.

Turning around, he was just about to walk deep into the cave.

His eyes changed, and suddenly he heard a few voices breaking through the air.

A few arrows were shot quickly.

He was shocked from the bottom of his heart, and quickly dodged sideways, but he didn't notice the arrow flying low.

An arrow shot over quickly, almost hurting Leng Yichen's calf.

His movements paused.

grunted.

Leng Yichen still tried his best to avoid the arrows.

After a while, the speed of the arrows slowly weakened, and the number was greatly reduced.

He leaned against the wall to one side, panting.

It was not easy for him to dodge, and there were inevitably scratches on many places on his body.

Blood flowed down from above, staining Leng Yichen's clothes red.

Leng Yichen gritted his teeth, enduring the pain from the arrow wound.

Sitting on the ground, he gradually regained his strength.

After resting for a while, he slowly stood up, when suddenly a huge stone flew towards him.

He was startled, and quickly bent over to escape.

He straightened up, watched the boulder fly by coldly, and couldn't help but raised the corner of his lips to sneer.

Even though he was injured, he still lamented that Yu Zhenhuan was nothing more than these tricks.

After a pause, he let out a sigh of relief, and walked into the depths of the cave. His face turned pale, and he suddenly saw a coffin.

This is?

He couldn't help being a little curious.

His face changed again, and he walked slowly to the side of the coffin.

He frowned, feeling a "thump" in his heart.

How could there be a coffin here?

Still engraved with dragon patterns?

Full of doubts, Leng Yichen stroked the dragon pattern engraved on the coffin.

Looks like someone just came by.

Also opened the coffin.

The thoughts in his heart startled him a little.

He tried to open the coffin, tried many times, but the coffin was still firmly fastened, preventing Leng Yichen from shaking it.

His face was a little ugly.

Standing next to the coffin for a while, suddenly heard a voice from the front: "Master!"

"Chengfeng?" Leng Yichen was a little puzzled, how did Chengfeng find him?

Following the sound, he saw Chengfeng and a group of people behind him.

When Chengfeng saw Leng Yichen, he immediately went up to meet him, and worriedly asked: "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you alright?"

Seeing the red bloodstains on Leng Yichen's body made Chengfeng worry.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Leng Yichen quickly cut off Chengfeng's words, then raised his chin towards the coffin inside.

"Find someone to open that coffin."

"Coffin?" Chengfeng was surprised for a moment, and involuntarily took two steps back.

But after receiving Leng Yichen's icy gaze, he waved back and led a large group of people towards the coffin.

Leng Yichen watched with heavy eyes.

Just when the coffin was about to be opened, a gust of extremely cold wind suddenly blew through the cave, and it became stronger and stronger.

Chengfeng wrapped his clothes, but felt very strange.

"Why is it suddenly so cold?"

Leng Yichen felt something was wrong, and said coldly: "Let's go first."

On the way home, Leng Yichen asked Chengfeng: "Why are you here?"

"Young Mistress went to the company to look for you, but you were not there, and then I came to look for you." Chengfeng looked serious.

Leng Yichen nodded in understanding, and changed into the clothes Chengfeng had prepared for him, covering the scars all over his body before.

After returning home, An Xiaojing heard the sound and movement of cars at the door, and immediately came to greet her.

"Where have you been today?"

Her tone was full of worry.

Leng Yichen patted An Xiaojing's head, knelt down and picked up Xiaoli who ran over with a small step, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just went out to do something."

An Xiaojing looked at him with a weak smile on the corner of her mouth.

God knows how worried she is about him today?

After returning from Yu Huanluo's place, he didn't see Leng Yichen, so he thought he had gone to the Imperial Group.

Then An Xiaojing hurried to the Empire Group to ask, but Leng Yichen was not there.

He didn't even go to work!

Only then did she start to panic, she hurriedly found Chengfeng and asked him to help find Leng Yichen.

Now seeing that Leng Yichen not only came back, but also came back healthy and safe, she is naturally full of joy.

Relieved from the bottom of her heart, An Xiaojing said with a smile on her face, "I'm cooking today, what do you want to eat?"

Xiao Li was the first to raise his arm in Leng Yichen's arms, and said in a soft voice, "Sweet and sour pork ribs!"

This child is good at eating at such a young age.

An Xiaojing glanced at her son, and her mood brightened a lot.

"Okay, what about you?" An Xiaojing looked at Leng Yichen with a crystal smile in her eyes.

"Me? I'm free!" Leng Yichen smiled indifferently, shrugged, then walked towards the piano with Xiao Li in his arms.

An Xiaojing was cooking when she suddenly heard the intermittent sound of the piano, and then the fluent and very pleasant sound of the piano.

The front is played by Xiao Li, and the back is played by Leng Yichen, right?

This is not very good, with Leng Yichen, there is no need to ask someone to teach the child how to play the piano.

After a while, the aroma of the food wafted out.

Xiao Li jumped off the chair first, ran to An Xiaojing's side with his short legs, and sniffed his nose very cutely.

"Mommy, it smells so good."

An Xiaojing was holding the plate, afraid of scalding him, she hurriedly said softly, "Little Li, go back to your seat and sit down before you eat."

Xiao Li immediately jumped onto the chair and sat upright on the chair, waiting for his meal.

Leng Yichen closed the piano cover, stood up and walked over.