Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 30 The little girl doesn't seem to have much experience in dating, you have to be more proactive

Feng Lingche lowered his eyes slightly, and from Wen Yang's perspective, he could see his delicately sculpted side face, high nose bridge, and tightly pursed thin lips.

But in fact, the most beautiful thing is his pair of white and well-proportioned hands with jade-like cold white light on the knuckles.

Those hands, just casually tapping on the wheelchair at this moment, seemed to be silent because of her decision to easily agree to go to the entertainment industry for money.

Wen Yang suddenly remembered that she hadn't gone to ask Lin Yan for gold today!
She counted with her fingers, and then looked at Feng Lingche, "I will accompany you there tomorrow morning."

After seeing Feng Lingche nodding, Wen Yang briefly exchanged greetings with the old man, and then went upstairs.

When her figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, old master Feng stepped forward and patted Feng Lingche's leg and said, "The little girl doesn't seem to have much experience in dating, you have to be more proactive."

Feng Lingche glanced at the old man, "Who told you that I wanted to chase her?"

The old man gave him a blank look, "I guess when you die, your mouth will be hard. I'm blind if you treat me like an old man? I'm afraid you didn't even let go of the trash can in the imperial capital this afternoon, right?"

Ever since he learned that Wen Yang was going out, Feng Lingche had rushed back from the company. On the surface, he had been helping the old man find someone, but in fact, only the old man had noticed a small detail of Feng Lingche over the years.

Whenever he is nervous about something, he will keep looking at his phone while dealing with official business.

Picking it up and putting it down again, this afternoon, this action was repeated countless times.

"Hurry up and smoke!" Seeing that the man came back, the old man couldn't help teasing him.

Feng Lingche's tone was cold, "Where are you going?"

If it weren't for the old man's leg cramps after walking two steps, he might have followed Jiang Ci and the others to find someone.

At that time, the neck was about to stretch the giraffe, and I had the nerve to tease others.

The grandpa and grandson were tougher than the other, but in the end the old man won.

I don't know if it's because Feng Lingche respects the old man too much, or he is willing to admit defeat.

The next morning.

The grandpa and grandson got up earlier than the other, surrounded the kitchen, one ordered the dishes to be less oily and the cakes should be moderately sweet in the coldest tone, and the other guessed Wen Yang's favorite food for the past two days, not to be outdone.

The tense atmosphere seemed to be over at once, and the 14 chefs insisted on making the highest series of Michelin meals, and the grandpa and grandson relaxed their brows and got busy.

The chef wiped his sweat. Fortunately, he has some kung fu!
When Wen Yang went downstairs, the smoke and fire in the kitchen had ended, and there was a lot of joy at the dining table. Feng Lingche was still reading the latest newspaper, and the old man was still greeting her with a smiling face. The scene was so familiar that it was chilling.

Wen Yang was still sitting in the same place, looked at the head chef standing upright, like a military parade, and blinked, "Did something happen?"

The chef immediately shook his head in stress, "Absolutely not!"

Wen Yang: You clearly have something to do with your appearance.

She resisted her occupational disease and went to visit the chef's coffin. When she saw the more sumptuous and meticulous breakfast on the table than the day before, and the occasional unnatural expressions on the faces of the old man and Feng Lingche, she suddenly understood something.

After devoutly and slightly exaggeratedly enjoying the breakfast, he wiped his mouth and said, "The breakfast is delicious, and the porridge is also very fresh."

Therefore, she was lucky enough to capture the relaxed look on the faces of the grandpa and grandson.

The corners of Wen Yang's lips curled up, but he didn't expose them.

On the way to the company.

She and Feng Lingche still maintained a state of not disturbing each other, and leaned against the window to turn on a certain sound on the phone.

Fu Chenhong made it for her. A certain tone on her mobile phone can directly connect to Su Rao's hospital.

Su Rao didn't seem to have figured it out yet, her eyes fell on a few children playing downstairs, but her soul wandered somewhere.

Sitting at the side, Feng Lingche found that Wen Yang was a little special today.

The first two times, as long as she got in the car, she would immediately sleep next to her, and only when she got to the place would she open her eyes and get out of the car.

This time, after he finished his short work, he saw that she was still awake, so he couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you sleep?"

Wen Yang originally wanted to show him the phone, but when he thought that he had someone hack the system of Fengjia Hospital, he felt a little guilty, so he quickly turned off the phone.

"Do you remember Su Rao?"

Feng Lingche pondered for a moment, "A woman from the year of Fenghe?"

Wen Yang said, "That's right, I'm going to help her leave the imperial capital."

Help the woman of the Year of the Wind Crane get out of here?

Feng Lingche's eyes flickered slightly, "Is it because of the child in her belly?"

Wen Yang glanced at him, and praised him without hesitation, "It's really smart."

Feng Lingche: "..."

There was a deep meaning in his eyes, "In front of me, tell me the woman who wants to save my father, are you not worried that I will inform you?"

Wen Yang shook his head directly, "I know you are a person who doesn't like to meddle in other people's business."

Feng Lingche was silent for half a minute, and just when Wen Yang thought he would not respond, he heard him say again, "Then what are you going to do?"

Wen Yang smiled meaningfully, "It depends on how Miss Su chooses."

It was less than 4 hours before Su Rao gave a reply.

She can just take advantage of this time to collect the Gua gold.

"By the way," Wen Yang thought, "Which floor does Lin Yan work on?"

Feng Lingche knew that she was doing it for Gujin, but he really didn't know Lin Yan's location, so he said, "Let Jiang Ci check it out for you later."

Wen Yang had adjusted her sleeping position, lying beside Feng Lingche, and replied softly sleepily, "Okay."

Feng Lingche's eyes fell on Wen Yang's loose curly hair, and only after she fell asleep did he put his coat on her shoulders silently.

……

Lin Yan entered the company by clocking in today.

Usually, she followed Feng Lingche's lead and was always the first one to come, but after the supernatural incident in the elevator, footsteps would be heard outside the security door in the middle of the night, followed by an hour-long knock on the door .

She was terribly frightened, and she didn't dare to breathe while shrinking under the quilt.

Even after the knock on the door ended, he still didn't dare to fall asleep, until the first ray of morning light lit up in the sky, he barely took a nap with his pillow in his arms.

So in the past two days, her mental state was extremely poor, and there were deep dark circles under her eyes.

When the little assistant saw Lin Yan, she greeted her immediately, "Manager Lin, are you still awake tonight?"

Lin Yan rubbed her brows, and asked habitually, "Well, is Mr. Feng looking for me for anything?"

The little assistant groaned, and suddenly remembered, "Boss Feng brought that woman here again today!"

Lin Yan froze, and instinctively wanted to repel, but a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly remembered that before she entered the elevator door, the woman's talisman saved her life at a critical moment, so she no longer resisted that day, "That lady, what's wrong with you?" Where are you now?"

As soon as she came to the company yesterday, she heard the news of Uncle Liu's death.

The time of his death was around 8 o'clock in the evening, and the cause of death was myocardial infarction. That is to say, what I saw in the elevator the day before was probably a dead person, or the soul of Uncle Liu.

(End of this chapter)