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

It was still cold outside, so Uncle Lin came out of the house.

"Master, young mistress, you are back, hurry up and enter the house."

Leng Yichen also nodded.

Several people approached the room, and Xuemu fell asleep.

An Xiaojing just spared some time to chat with Xiaoli for a while.

She knew that Xiaoli was usually quiet, and she didn't necessarily communicate with herself when she had any thoughts.

So, would he mind having a younger brother?

An Xiaojing is very concerned about children's growth, as well as psychological growth.

"Xiao Li, are you happy to have a younger brother?"

An Xiaojing asked, wanting to hear her son's most sincere answer.

"happy happy."

Xiao Li's eyes are all crooked with a smile.

A child's eyes do not deceive at all.

An Xiaojing looked at the child, then patted his head again.

"Xiao Li is so good. From now on, you have to take good care of my brother, you know? You will be my brother from now on."

An Xiaojing said to Xiaoli.

Xiaoli nodded seriously.

Because Xue Mu was too young, Leng Yichen had no choice but to move the child's crib to An Xiaojing's and his own room.

This also makes it easier for the two of them to take care of the child together.

An Xiaojing is very satisfied with Leng Yichen's approach.

Like Xiaoli, Xuemu is usually very quiet.

But it's such a big kid, what else can he do.

"Mommy, let me tell you a secret!"

Xiao Li suddenly spoke to An Xiaojing.

An Xiaojing looked at her son in surprise, wondering what he was going to say?

Leng Yichen was also on the side.

"Mommy. I see a box, over there!"

Xiao Li pointed to a corner room in Leng's villa.

An Xiaojing still didn't understand what he meant.

Leng Yichen got up, followed the direction his son pointed and walked over.

However, in an instant, his body froze there.

When he saw that box.

It wasn't anything special, but it was the urn that many people had been thinking about for a long time.

Leng Yichen looked at the urn, and instantly seemed to see through everything.

It should belong to Lafayette Su.

"Grandma's urn!"

Leng Yichen spoke.

"Really?"

An Xiaojing asked.

He got up, walked over slowly, and asked uncertainly.

"I think I've guessed what's going on."

Leng Yichen's mouth twitched slightly.

In the living room, the smell of the air instantly became a little weird.

An Xiaojing seemed to be holding her breath, and felt that this incident was scary.

"Master and grandma!"

Uncle Lin came out from the kitchen.

Holding the meal I cooked from the kitchen in my hand.

Uncle Lin cooks the kitchen himself, the food must be delicious.

"time to eat!"

"Have a meal?"

Leng Yichen raised his eyes and looked at the old man who already looked a bit vicissitudes.

"What do you eat? Uncle Lin. You think I don't know what you're doing!"

Leng Yichen just opened his mouth.

An Xiaojing was completely shocked.

Uncle Lin, what did Uncle Lin do?

what happened?

After being yelled at by Leng Yichen, Uncle Lin still had a calm demeanor.

Putting the food in his hand on the dining table, then looking at Leng Yichen and An Xiaojing, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The expression is very peaceful.

"Why? Uncle Lin? I trust you so much, why did you take Lafayette Su's ashes? Do you know that Chen Xi's condition is really serious, and Su Muying won't save Chen Xi if she doesn't get the ashes? Chen Xi only die."

Leng Yichen's tone was so pale.

So angry.

He was deceived by those closest to him, and this was the last thing he could tolerate.

To him, Uncle Lin is the closest person.

In this house, they have accompanied the Leng family from generation to generation.

How can he believe that Uncle Lin is doing that.

"Master. Sit down!"

Uncle Lin spoke.

Still smiling.

He has no other emotions, just puts the smile in his eyes and mouth.

"grandfather!"

Xiaoli ran over with his calf, not at all defensive against Uncle Lin.

The child is so innocent and ignorant, and is also friendly to anyone who is nice to him.

"grandfather!"

Xiao Li called out.

Usually in the villa, he always called Uncle Lin Grandpa.

"Little Li, good boy."

Uncle Lin picked up Xiaoli, and then put him on the chair beside him.

Leng Yichen and An Xiaojing walked over and sat down together.

The delicacies on the table are made by Uncle Lin.

He cooked a whole table of food with his own hands, but it was cold.

"why?"

Leng Yichen still asked with a cold face.

"I'm sick. It's very serious. I may not live for a month."

Uncle Lin's first words surprised both An Xiaojing and Leng Yichen.

"how come?"

When Leng Yichen heard such news, he was still a little moved and a little sad.

Uncle Lin is the person who has been with him the longest.

If one day, even this person leaves, what will he do?

"It was found to be an advanced cancer. I only have one month to live at most."

Uncle Lin pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly.

Leng Yichen felt that his heart was once again caught in an unusual contradiction.

He didn't know what happened to make Uncle Lin willing to take away Lafayette Su's ashes.

But now, he actually told himself that he would leave in the near future.

Can he accept it?

Leng Yichen looked at the person in front of him, not knowing what to say.

"I know you must be dying to know all the reasons."

Uncle Lin said, and then Leng Yichen watched him take out a recording pen from his hand.

The brand new voice recorder was put aside.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know right now, and I'll record it all."

Uncle Lin pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"First of all, I will tell you, Master, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you about some things. In what I will say next, you will definitely be surprised and angry, but just treat it as if you saw an old man who is about to pass away." For the sake of this, I hope you don't keep these things in your heart forever, because keeping them forever will make people unhappy."

An Xiaojing and Leng Yichen looked at Uncle Lin together, but they didn't know how to face him.

However, the tacit understanding between the two people is still very consistent, and they both intend to listen to Uncle Lin's words.

After listening, it's good.

Leng Yichen's expression was a little dignified, and so was An Xiaojing.

Xiao Li sat on his seat foolishly, wanted to use the chopsticks by hand, but didn't dare to move.

It seemed that no one started to eat, so he didn't dare to eat anything.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Uncle Lin said apologetically, with such a sincere attitude.

It seemed that he could see tears in his eyes.

An Xiaojing and Leng Yichen remained silent, wanting to hear his next story.

"Excuse me? What are you referring to?"

Leng Yichen asked.

"A lot of things... I'm sorry..."