"I'll go back first!"

Staring at the watch, Leng Shiyue's face turned a little cold... because Leng Yi sent a message here.

"Do you need my help?"

Jiang Yan was a little worried. The cold October, which was as warm as the beginning of sun, was like the cold winter lunar month. His heart ached a little. What made this young man change his face like this?

"It's okay! Goodbye!"

Leng Shiyue carried a tennis bag and took out a hat from it and put it on her head, just like wearing a mask, isolating people...

Jiang Yan looked at Leng Shiyue's back, and the sunlight covered his body with a layer of gold, but it could not drive away the cold air around him.

Lengjiabao

It was already dawn and the sun was hanging in the sky. Leng Shiyue returned to Lengjiabao and found that everyone had a solemn expression, as if some important figures were coming.

"Tianhao, this is your daughter, she is so beautiful!"

The blonde middle-aged man's voice is cheerful and loud, and a familiar shadow can be found in his handsome face.

The green eyes were as deep as the lake water. He smiled warmly. The years left no traces, but they added a lot of vicissitudes and maturity to him, and even more charming.

"Haha, that's not! Where is your nephew? Why didn't you come!"

Leng Tianhao touched his chin, and the cold and hard handsome face was a little gentle, and his eyes looked at Leng Yanran like water. He was proud to have this daughter, like her daughter.

"I don't know where that brat died!"

Oscar Frown, a hint of disgust was fleeting, making people unable to see clearly, as if they were just dazzled just now.

"I heard you have a son, why didn't you see it?"

Oscars changed instantly, sweeping across the cold October at the door with a smile.

"Yongyue, I'm not here to say hello to Uncle Oscar." Leng Tianhao's cold and hard heart froze instantly. He couldn't have a trace of fatherly love for Leng Shiyue, so he only had the orders from his superiors to his subordinates.

"Hello!"

Leng Shiyue walked forward and stood straight beside Leng Tianhao. Her cool and handsome and indifferent face remained unchanged, just opened her lips lightly and spit out two stiff words.

"Uh...Hello!!"

Oscar  Fei Mo didn't expect Leng Shiyue to say hello like this, and it was a little difficult to adapt. He ignored the embarrassment and his smile was very sincere. If it weren't for the ripples of his green eyes, he would have thought he was a person who was easy to get along with. Unfortunately...

The dark eyes are like kind stars, and he is like a vast universe that makes people unable to see a trace of it.

"What's your attitude?"

Leng Tianhao frowned. He was unhappy. He didn't like Leng Shiyue, because he couldn't see clearly what Leng Shiyue was thinking. This uncontrollable trend made him feel a little uneasy.

"Sorry, my father, if it's okay, I want to go to training."

Leng Shiyue bent down at ninety degrees. He was neither humble nor arrogant. He was cold and arrogant. He refused thousands of miles away. Leng Shiyue wanted to go to see Ling in the dark hall and the servant room, where he lived for ten years, because he had a premonition that after entering Lengjiabao this time, he might be the guest next time and no longer the young master here.

"Okay, very good, very cold... I'll add ten times the training level."

Leng Tianhao was angry, and he stood up and pointed at Leng Shiyue... His wings were hard? He actually spoke like this.

"Thank you, father!"

Leng Shiyue is not angry or sad, and is still faint.

"Dad, Brother October has just returned."

Leng Yanran's beautiful little face was a little worried, her clear eyes looked at Leng Shiyue, biting her lip with light...
Chapter completed!