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

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

As soon as Wen Yang got into the car, he blushed from Feng Lingche's strange stare, and couldn't help asking.

Feng Lingche didn't look away because of this, but stretched out his arms, and embraced her who was as warm as a small stove, "I'm looking at my antidote."

The one and only antidote that belongs only to him.

It's been half a month since we saw each other, and there is no strangeness between the two of them as imagined.

Leaning on the firm chest that smelled of fir, Wen Yang stretched out his finger and poked him twice, "Did you secretly exercise again recently?"

The driver is one of Feng Lingche's own people who has been with Feng Lingche for many years, that is, the one who was fainted by the little ghost brought by Su Rao last time. inside."

What he said was calm, but only Wen Yang knew that the pain during the recovery process was very human. Feng Lingche had been poisoned for a long time, and his body was backlashed by the cold and cold. Experience the pain of the ice pick piercing the body.

It is equivalent to the feeling of churning flesh and blood in the legs while ten thousand silver needles are piercing them all over the legs.

Seeing that Wen Yang's complexion was not good, Feng Lingche lowered his eyes and stared into her eyes calmly, "Don't feel guilty, this is what I want."

Wen Yang turned his face away, and said in a firm tone, "Who is guilty? I'm afraid that the old man will blame me, and the whole world will chase me for compensation."

Feng Lingche smiled, did not expose her, and changed the subject, "I heard that you have a good-looking neighbor?"

"You mean Moxun?"

Hearing Wen Yang mention another man's name in front of him without hesitation, Feng Lingche frowned, "You two have a good relationship?"

"Not to mention," Wen Yang found a comfortable position and leaned on Feng Lingche's body, "It's just a matter of interest."

Seeing that she didn't want to talk deeply, Feng Lingche didn't ask too much, but suddenly mentioned, "Actually, I can also cook."

This sentence is normal, it's nothing, but it tastes sour when you say it at this time, Wen Yang couldn't help but look at him, and joked, "You must be jealous, right?"

She was not surprised that Feng Lingche knew that Mo Xun cooked for her every day, after all, the group of black-clothed men who followed her every day were not blind.

Feng Lingche saw the thoughts in her heart at a glance, he was quietly relieved, and admitted generously, "I'm not a person who will push my own woman away."

The journey to Jianghaicheng Middle School was relatively long, so Wen Yang simply chatted with him, "The only son of a family worth hundreds of billions like you, does he need to cook by himself?"

It's not that she looks down on cooks, she has always held a respectful attitude towards this industry.

I am born with the ability of photographic memory, and I can learn everything very quickly, but in the aspect of cooking, I always have a bad grasp of the heat, and the seasoning is sometimes salty and sometimes light.

As a result, for many years in the mountains, she only had to drink dew and eat fruits.

It's really hard to imagine how Feng Lingche cooks when his legs are unconscious.

Feng Lingche looked calm, and looked out the window at the rapidly retreating street scene and said, "After my mother left Feng's house, Feng Henian despised me as a cripple and deliberately ignored me, and ordered Uncle Fu to remove all the maids in the house. After saying a few words, grandma was detained in the room by Feng Henian for three years, and grandpa was also sent to the United States.

At first I held out hope, thinking that he was just blaming me for my mother's escape, thinking that as long as I was obedient enough, I would be able to return to him.But after a long time, I realized that he really regarded me as an abandoned son, and even canceled the special training for inheriting the family, so I can only rely on myself. "

After hearing this, Wen Yang sneered, "It's about the family's reputation, fame and fortune. There is no difference between the rich family's children and the ancient princes, only the eternal conflict of interests."

She suddenly thought of something, turned her head to look into Feng Lingche's deep eyes, "Wait! What did you just say, run away?! Your mother is still alive?"

"Well, she's not dead. Over the years, I've been looking for her whereabouts."

Wen Yang was slightly distracted. Through Feng Lingche's Parents Palace, she could clearly see that the column for mother was empty, which usually means the past, how could it be...

"You—" Wen Yang suddenly thought of a possibility!
A mist filled Feng Lingche's eyes, and he smiled, "That's right."

Just as Wen Yang was about to speak, the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. After calming down, he opened the door and walked out with a cold face, and asked Feng Lingche, "What's going on ahead?"

Feng Lingche didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, but he didn't want to spread rumors too much and cause unnecessary social interaction, so he only followed two or three cars when he went out.

Facing the driver's questioning, the driver in the leading car ran down but hesitated for a long time, and kept looking towards Wen Yang, as if he was afraid.

Wen Yang guessed a bit, looked at the driver and said, "Are you here to look for me?"

"Yes, yes..." The driver replied repeatedly, and then fell silent again.

Wen Yang's eyes flickered slightly, and he changed the phrase, "He's here to catch me, right?"

At this time, the driver driving Feng Lingche sharply saw a group of men in uniforms getting off the white commercial vehicles that surrounded him, and hurriedly lowered his head to report to Feng Lingche, "Lord Buddha, you are from the Investigation Bureau." , I should have come here for my wife." When he said the last sentence, the driver's eyes fell on Wen Yang.

Bureau of Investigation?

Wen Yang's pretty face collapsed.

The other party obviously didn't know about Feng Lingche's coming, so he ignored the bodyguards' obstruction and came to the car where Wen Yang was sitting, gracefully raised his hand and tapped on the car window, "Hello, is this Miss Wen Yang? Someone reported you for making a fuss in public. Panic, spreading unhealthy atmosphere, please cooperate with us to get off the car and investigate."

This hat is not big, but if it is serious, it will affect the country's fortune. If it is really taken away by the investigation bureau, it may not be able to get out within half a month.

Wen Yang thought it was the work of Li Changsheng's group, but after thinking about it, she ruled out this person. Now the Taoist Association is still a target of state support. If something happened at this juncture, Li Changsheng's career would basically come to an end.

In addition to him, Wen Yang also thought of 'Jun Shan', but judging from the other party's cruel character, instead of locking Wen Yang up, it would be safer to catch him and control him or strangle him to death.

Who would that be?
"Do you need me to come forward?" At this moment, Feng Lingche's voice sounded.

Wen Yang watched him quietly for a while, then suddenly put the thin blanket on the car seat over his head, wrapping him completely inside.

Feng Lingche: "..."

Wen Yang patted Feng Lingche on the head, "Just wait here for me obediently, fiance."

After getting out of the car, the man standing in front of her flashed her work ID card at her. Wen Yang glanced at the name of the person, then looked away lightly.

Li Hai was about to speak, when he raised his eyes and saw the little girl in front of him with red lips and bright teeth, she was stunned for a moment.

——No, this is the bull-nosed Taoist priest his brother talked about?