Wei Yan did not answer immediately.

His eyes fell on the tea cup where Leng Yeting and Leng Dong were drinking tea together just now.

As a former secretary, she is considered a higher-end "maid" of the Leng family, and she is not qualified to drink tea when she comes to the house.

The cup in her hand was handed to her by Leng Yeting. At that time, she saw that Leng Dong's eyes turned cold for a moment.

She kept turning the cup in her hand, and the transparent liquid formed one arc after another. Let her destroy, rebuild, rebuild... and destroy again. All she could do was go with the flow without any thoughts of her own.

Is it true that it doesn’t exist? It still can’t exist.

Wei Yan raised a smile on her lips, put the water glass on the coffee table, and stood up: "Mr. Leng, if you don't have anything to do with me, I'll go back first?"

Leng Yeting had seen them all before: calm, gentle, and angry, but this was the first time he saw such a silent Wei Yan.

Even if she changed the topic, people could still feel her displeasure.

He frowned: "Who said no?"

With a thought in his heart, Leng Yeting had already brought Wei Yan to a villa.

Although each of Leng's villas is slightly different, the overall style is quite unified.

This villa is different from other villas, with a strong personal touch.

It's like a diamond suddenly appearing among a pile of gold, causing pain in the eyes.

Wei Yan asked at the right time: "Did you find another designer for this building?"

Leng Yeting entered the password, the door suddenly opened, and a faint fragrance came.

The lights were suddenly turned on, and all he could see were black, white and gray, an extremely strong air of frigidity.

The designer's care can be seen in every detail, even the upward stairs are unique, and every corner is full of design.

"You live here?"

Leng Yeting nodded and pointed to the switch on the wall: "All the switches are here, you can do whatever you want."

He knew that Wei Yan was unhappy, so he subconsciously took her to his private property.

Before he could react on his own.

But not only did I not feel like my territory was being invaded, I actually had some small thoughts that I wanted to share with her.

Wei Yan looked at the design in the room and could tell: "Did you design this?"

"Yes." Leng Yeting looked at her calmly: "I will never give in to others for what I really need."

Wei Yan was confused: "How could Dong Leng, who is so strong, agree to your own design?"

Among these villas, it's so special.

She read the development history of the Leng family in her early years and found out that Mr. Leng had a tough personal style and was a very autocratic and powerful person.

Leng Yeting looked at her with burning eyes: "I will stick to whatever I care about."

This sentence seems to have two profound meanings.

Wei Yan was startled, then smiled: "Mr. Leng, Mr. Leng is still waiting for you."

Leng Yeting looked at her deeply and suddenly said: "Just take it, I just want to buy some food to replenish your body."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After the door closed, Wei Yan stretched out her hand to cover her heart.

What are you dancing for? You are so worthless.

Even if he brings you here, it doesn't mean anything. The humiliation given by Mr. Leng... haven't you had enough?

Wei Yan's heart gradually became colder. She lowered her eyes and looked at the design of the room, feeling that her whole body was getting colder.

study.

Leng Yeting walked in. Mr. Leng was sitting at his desk, wearing glasses and reading a newspaper.

He glanced at the watch on the table: "Fifteen minutes, it's faster than I thought."

Leng Yeting put away the sternness he displayed to others. He was not very approachable, but very polite.

Leng Yeting frowned: "Grandpa, there is no need for you to call me and Wei Yan back and say those words to her."

Sharp light flashed through the lens, and Mr. Leng put down the newspaper: "Based on your words, I think it is necessary."

Before Leng Yeting could answer, Mr. Leng asked again: "What do you think of this girl Wei Yan?"

Although it was a question, Mr. Leng obviously had no intention of talking to Leng Yeting because he had already given the answer.

"I think she is a sensible girl."

No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the cold air on Leng Yeting's body could not be controlled at this moment: "You want to touch her?"

Mr. Leng smiled without any tendency to get angry.

He looked at Leng Yeting, smiling like a charitable old man, but his eyes were full of sharpness: "It depends on you whether I touch her, not me. What's more, Ye Ting, you are not just my grandson, you are still cold

total.

Since you took over the Leng family, you have done very well, exceeding my expectations. You have always been the person who knows the best. You are just a woman. You have to be able to take things but let them go.
Chapter completed!