Chapter 714

We watched Yu Zhenhuan leave.

Leng Yichen looked at the figure of the man, and still disdained what he had just said.

He couldn't understand Yu Zhenhuan.

Now it seems more difficult to understand.

However, this death day was so disturbed by Yu Zhenhuan that there was no strong melancholy and gloomy atmosphere that had been rendered before.

When an Xiaojing and Leng Yichen went back, Xiao Li was already asleep.

Looking at her son, an Xiaojing suddenly sighed.

"It's better to be a child. If you want to sleep one day, you can go to bed without any trouble."

"You gave him a childhood without troubles."

Leng Yichen smiles and looks at the front of the car window, as if there is a trace of memory floating to his mind.

He's not that lucky.

When he was a child, his parents left early. He had to take care of himself and Chenxi. I had to learn how to manage the Empire when I was very young.

In his childhood, he never had extra time to play, all in various kinds of learning.

Small shoulders, carrying a lot of pressure, and these pressures, not only to him from the outside, but also to himself.

The most painful time was when his parents left, which led to his serious psychological problems for a long time.

His childhood, even his youth, is very imperfect.

When he was still in middle school, he had to learn how to socialize, how to drink and how to smoke. He had to master all these things in the adult world early.

In high school, we should not only take the first place in the best middle school, but also take over the imperial group as the president.

At that time, Leng Yichen was the youngest president of imperial group.

Over the years, no one has climbed to that position earlier than him.

But, really like others see, can you cover the sky with one hand?

Power over the world?

No, it's not impossible. Even if you get these, what's the meaning.

The thoughts gradually back.

Leng Yichen looks at an Xiaojing.

"Thank you for teaching Xiaoli so well."

He spoke softly, and an Xiaojing was still a little surprised.

"Leng Yichen, what do you say these things for?"

An Xiaojing shook her head.

"It's the father's fault whether to raise or not. Xiao Li is so good. He must have inherited your genes and blood. I think he is quiet at ordinary times. It's probably related to your character. "

An Xiaojing said with a smile that all the unhappiness she had just had at the Su's had disappeared.

Leng Yichen reaches over and rubs an Xiaojing's hair.

"That's very kind of you."

"In fact, you must be very small."

An Xiaojing secretly smiles. How can she not understand her son's careful thinking?

Leng Yichen looked at Xiaoli again.

"My son likes me so much, what about you?"

However, he soon turned his eyes to the front. After all, he is still driving.

But at this moment, Leng can't see the tenderness in an Xiaojing's eyes.

"I like it, too."

An Xiaojing spoke in a low voice, and Leng Yichen heard them all.

Then the corner of the mouth goes up.

That kind of joy, is boring student days, no matter how high the score is incomparable.

The car gradually drove into the villa. Leng Yichen came down from one side with Xiaoli in his arms, while an Xiaojing came down from the other side.

After a day's tossing and encountering so many people, an Xiaojing was already very tired.

I didn't eat a mouthful of food, so I fell on the bed and didn't even have time to take off my shoes.

Leng Yichen settles down Xiaoli and goes to an Xiaojing to help her take off her shoes and clothes.

Then he brought a hot towel to clean an Xiaojing's face.

Looking at an Xiaojing again, I feel more distressed.

He shouldn't have made her so tired.

An Xiaojing was so fast asleep that she could not feel the people on her.

When an Xiaojing is settled, Leng Yichen calls Chengfeng.

"Young master!"

Across the screen, you can hear Chengfeng's tone, as if a little worried.

"Did you see the picture I sent you today?"

Leng Yichen refers to the old Buddha's walking stick he photographed.

"See! Young master

Chengfeng nods and understands the meaning of Leng Yichen's words.

"How's it going?"

"From the photos you sent me, it's true that these two kinds of wood are one kind of material. I'll go to Su's house again when I have a chance."

Chengfeng said.

"So, if it's a material, where do they come from?"

Leng Yichen continues to ask Chengfeng."Young master, this kind of wood is very rare. Although it's wood, it's not afraid of fire. It's very rare. It's just because it's not afraid of fire. The old Buddha didn't take it with him when he chose to cremate."

"Not afraid of fire?"

Leng Yichen asked in surprise.

"So far, that's true."

Wind bearing opening.

"So who found this scarce material?"

Leng Yichen continued.

"Well, there's no record, and I guess the wood was given to Buddha Su by someone else, so there's a lot of Yuanyuan between them."

Chengfeng said.

Leng Yichen nodded across the screen.

"Go ahead and you'll find other clues."

Perhaps, the crutch, the coffin, and the unresolved hatred of the Bai family and the Leng family were all involved.

He didn't attack Yu Zhenhuan.

It's not just the dawn.

It's Yu Zhenhuan's obsession.

And he seems to want to prove to Yu Zhenhuan from the bottom of his heart that his parents are not the kind of people he said.

Hang up the phone, Leng Yichen also lay down to sleep.

On this day, I did see a lot of people and things happened.

Each has its own merits.

It's like everyone has changed.

It's starting to change.

But it doesn't seem to have changed. If we get along for a long time, time will expose human nature and human nature.

Leng also closed his eyes.

He hopes that when he opens his eyes, all the mysteries will be solved, and the people he loves will be around him.

That's what he's been dreaming about.

It's getting dark.

The next day, the sun came from the curtains.

When an Xiaojing was still lying in bed and couldn't get up, Leng Yichen had already opened the curtain.

Bathed in the eyes of the people, like being covered with a layer of Phnom Penh as eye-catching.

Can Leng Yichen not be too handsome.

An Xiaojing looks at the man.

He opened his eyes in a daze.

Then I enjoyed a picture of a beautiful man.

Her eyes are brighter, too.

"Don't look at me like that."

Leng Yichen said.

Feeling his wife's infatuation with him, he joked.

An Xiaojing becomes a fan every minute.

"Ah, ah!"

She was aware of her problems for a while.

Soon he covered his face with force.

Now her face is really redder than usual.

"Well, I'm going to work!"