Chapter 357

The president's grandson was murdered in a detention house?

Such speculation immediately caused an unprecedented sensation, even more than the previous concern about the murder of Bai Ruoxin.

Especially after all kinds of news about Leng Yihuang's past was revealed, the eldest grandson, who was raised by the president himself, has always been low-key and has no sense of existence in the eyes of the public.

But after this, we met Leng Yihuang for the first time.

He lost his parents when he was young. He was smart and courageous. He supported Fengling group alone and pushed Fengling to the top 50 of the world's top 500 in just a few years.

Unlike those rich businessmen who publicize philanthropy, Leng Yihuang has donated countless donations over the years, but never for the sake of humanity.

This time, it was the recipients and institutions who had received his donations who voluntarily revealed his good deeds.

And the most important thing is that Leng Yihuang's appearance is more handsome and cool than those movie stars. Unlike movie stars, he is the prince in reality, the overbearing president!

As a result, a network expert dug up Leng Yihuang's life photos of various periods in his school life. Each one is as handsome as the most professional photographer in the studio.

For a time, our eldest grandson, the national husband, became the pronoun of Leng Yihuang.

And Leng Yihuang has become the target of the new generation.

Those who scolded him and waited and waited before turned black and road. Even the downstairs of Leng Yihuang's hospital was full of people coming to see him with fruit gifts.

Of course, no one can see him.

Lin Xiaomi stood by the window, looking at the people downstairs who were pulling banners and shouting how to love him.

Why!

I used to pull banners to scold her, but now I pull banners to love him.

Lin Xiaomi is slightly upset, and the most important thing is

She turned her head and looked at some high spirited man, lying on the bed weakly, still holding a tablet computer in her hand, brushing the words of Internet users' admiration for him.

Childish!

"I'm hungry." Some head also does not lift of command, finger is pulling on the flat, a face of elation.

Lin Xiaomi grinds his teeth and enters the kitchen.

The VVIP ward is just like the suite in a five-star hotel. It has everything, even the kitchen.

After eating two takeout meals near the hospital, someone said with disgust that he would never eat again. He was not satisfied with the delivery of the food from the kitchen. Finally, he asked ah Xing to bring the food every day and let her cook it for him in the kitchen of the ward.

And chicken soup.

She was too lazy to wait, but the doctor's original words, he was very weak, drink more chicken soup is better.

"Have you finished it? Why are you so slow? Are you lazy inside?"

Outside the kitchen there was a voice of discontent from someone.

Lin Xiaomi with a kitchen knife, ferocious in the chopping board a few times!

She can't bear it!

A pot of fragrant chicken soup comes out of the pot, and there are full and crystal rice grains, coupled with his favorite meat dishes. Lin Xiaomi has started his super horsepower in less than two hours.

But when she brought the food out of the kitchen, she gave someone a look of dissatisfaction.

"Do you want to starve me?"

Fengshen Junyi's face is still slightly pale at this time, a pair of deep and bright eyes full of accusations staring at her.

Lin Xiaomi "pa", put the dishes on the table, a pair of clear eyes looking at him.

"Do you really think I'm going to starve you?"

Her face was cold, her tone was cold, and her eyes were cold when she looked at him.

Leng Yihuang swallows his saliva subconsciously, then swallows it back to his mouth.

"I'm hungry." Whispered: "you can't be faster."

He has no blood color on his pale face. The man with high spirits in his ordinary life can only lie on the hospital bed and look at the tablet.

Lin Xiaomi forbeared and forbeared: "I'm fast enough. If you don't drink chicken soup, I can make it in half an hour."

Leng Yihuang stares at her eyes, and stares at her like she's grabbing his ration: "no way!"

You can skip rice, but you can't skip chicken soup.

Because, drinking chicken soup has Forrest.

Leng Yihuang got up from the bed and put a pillow on her back. He patted the position beside her and she sat down.

With a soup bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other hand, he scooped a mouthful of chicken soup and fed it to him.

Leng Yihuang immediately yelled: "you want to burn me to death!"

Eyebrow a Cu: "blow for me."

So, he saw the woman around him with a look of forbearance. She gave him a cool chicken soup with her ruddy and attractive mouth, and then coaxed him to drink it.

"Tired." Just sat for a while, someone called tired, body a crooked fell in the arms of Lin Xiaomi.Jun face buried in her neck, a deep smell, thin lips if there is no rub in her delicate neck.

"Watch out for spills. Watch out."

"Eat chicken."

Someone nests in the soft woman's arms as he wishes, and touches her slender waist with his big hand unkindly. Touch here and rub there. When you look down along the neckline, you can still see the bloody business line.

Lin Xiaomi looks at the man who is rubbing against himself like a big dog. He deeply doubts whether the poison has violated his nerves.

Did you kill him?

Eating, Leng Yihuang's mind is no longer on food, the women around are clearly beautiful.

Big hands are dishonest and will stick down her neckline.

Lin Xiaomi nearly threw out the soup bowl.

"What are you doing? Be honest." She reached out to push him.

"I don't want to eat any more."

Her brow slightly frowned: "today how to eat so little, a lot to eat?"

He shook his head, reached out and pushed the small rice table to the end of the bed, stopped her waist and pushed it under her body!

He successfully pressed her under the body, thin lips from her cheek gently wipe, in her nose on the water, and finally fell on the temptation of his day on the red lips, deep kiss!

This is the ward. Lin Xiaomi's subconscious resistance is full of his breath. She can't resist it at all.

These days, she worried about him every day, for fear that he would be hurt in it.

These days, he is so weak that he can't take care of himself. She quarrels with him, not to mention how distressed she is.

His hands against his chest slowly around his neck, when he grabbed the fragrance in her mouth, she also felt his temperature.

Leng Yihuang originally just wanted to tease her and take advantage of it. How could he expect such benefits.

The big hand finally got through her neckline.

The blood was boiling in the body in an instant.

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