The almighty young lady is beautiful and explosive

Chapter 835 He really has lost his mind!

The wife left so resolutely that she didn't hesitate to leave the child behind, and after all these years, the wife has never seen the child. The husband pretended to be indifferent on the surface, but in fact he missed his wife very much.

This can be seen from the fact that the husband still cherishes the clothes his wife bought for him back then.

For so many years, no one has ever mentioned his wife in front of his husband, but he suddenly mentioned it tonight.

He is really out of his mind!

Just when Zhang Bo was full of remorse, suddenly, the man's indifferent voice sounded, with a certain kind of coldness, "He doesn't have a mother."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang paused, his eyes stained with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could not help but add embarrassment!
After throwing down such a ruthless remark, Leng Qirui stepped on the last step with his long legs, and then walked into the living room.

Behind him, Uncle Zhang's expression changed and changed, and finally turned into a sigh of helplessness.

With a long sigh, he stepped up and followed into the living room.

The living room, decorated in European style, looks golden and dazzling.

Crystal chandeliers hang down from the top, expensive murals are hung on the walls, and the luxurious and expensive sofas look very grand.

Leng Qirui entered the living room, then walked towards the stairs.

Zhang Bo followed closely behind and went upstairs.

third floor.

Leng Qirui walked along the long corridor to the innermost room.

Before arriving at the room, Uncle Zhang had already walked a few quick steps to the door, raised his hand to hold the door handle, and then opened the door.

Leng Qirui took a long leg and walked into the room.

The room is a black and white series, with graffiti on the walls, and the simple black, white and gray colors are very eye-catching.

In addition to that, there are wardrobes, tables and chairs, on which are notebooks, drawing books, and children's books, and next to them are some large and cold-looking robots.

Next to the table and chairs, there is a floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains are drawn at this time, and looking at the other side, there is a whole set of sofas, and then there is a bedside table with a night light on it. The light is just right, not too glaring, suitable for sleeping.

The bedside table used to be a children's bed, and a small body was lying on it.

When Leng Qirui's cold face touched the little man lying on the bed, an imperceptible softness appeared on Leng Qirui's face.

In the next second, I saw him walking to the bedside.

With the light of the night light, his eyes fell on the little guy on the bed.

The little guy slept deeply, his little brows were furrowed, and his fleshy little face was stained with two obvious blush when he had a fever.

Leng Qirui sat down beside the bed, raised his palm, and covered the little guy with the quilt.

After covering, he ran across the little guy's face with his fingertips, followed by sliding down his palm, and held the little guy's hand instead. At the same time, he touched the little guy's forehead with the other hand.

Outside the door, Zhang Bo waited respectfully, but did not follow into the room.

He folded his hands in front of him, with relief on his face.

After all, sir still loves the young master!
After Leng Qirui checked the temperature on the little guy's forehead, his brows curled into a Sichuan character.

He glanced at the bedside table, where there were thermos cups, small pills, and a temperature gun.

Just as he picked up the temperature gun to take the temperature of the little guy, suddenly, the little guy moved his hand.

He glanced at the little guy, but saw the little guy opened his mouth slightly, and then murmured, "Mom."

(End of this chapter)