Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

"This is what you said, don't go back on your word."

The voice was very gentle, with a faint taste of coquettishness.

Leng Zongkai's heart is as calm as still water, he has long seen through the love between men and women, but now what he values ​​most is the happiness of his children and grandchildren.

Only when you have lost and deeply hurt, will you cherish the people around you.

The love between a man and a woman is like the morning dew, and it will be disillusioned at any time. Only the children and grandchildren are real existences, and they are the people he cares about most.

"As long as you don't do anything that makes me go back on my word, of course I promise you everything."

Mother Leng's smiling face froze, and she said sourly, "You still protect Ye Qingting, why do you care about her mommy so much?"

After all, she still cared about this matter, it was a thorn in her heart that rotted in her body over time.

Leng Zongkai smiled faintly, lacking that fierce aura, and adding a touch of gentleness.

"It's been so many years since a person passed away that he can't even remember his face. Do you still eat this kind of old vinegar?"

Mother Leng stared at him closely, without blinking her eyes, for fear of missing any expression.

But with her knowledge, trying to see through Leng Zongkai's thoughts is just a daydream. Even if she has practiced for thousands of years, she is still no match for the old fox Leng Zongkai.

She couldn't see anything, and she was dubious in her heart.

"You really can't remember? I heard that Qingting looks very similar to her."

Saying this, she was dumbfounded.

It turned out that deep down, she cared most about this.

What a broom star, what is not a woman, all the excuses added up can't match this.

She was still jealous, maddened with jealousy, jealous of that woman who had been buried in the ground long ago, just because she got something she never got in her life, Leng Zongkai's love.

The most precious thing in the world.

The better he treats her, the more she worries about gains and losses, the more afraid of losing, and the more jealous of that woman, she can't control this feeling.

Leng Zongkai's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear anything.

A trace of melancholy floated on his face, "Qingting's appearance is not like that of his parents, but a little bit like his grandfather, and of course more like himself, very distinctive."

What kind of demeanor was the Second Young Master Jiang back then? He was a well-known gentle gentleman who fascinated countless young girls, but it's a pity...

"Her grandfather? Have you seen it?" Leng's mother asked curiously, and then realized something was wrong, and her face turned dark.

"Haha, I'm so stupid, how could you not have seen it?"

Jiang Lan is his favorite, her father has naturally been in contact with her, maybe the relationship is very good.

Leng Zongkai fell into the memory, and sighed softly, "Mr. Jiang is the person I respect the most in this life, a hero of the first generation, in the end, only Qingting's flesh and blood."

Deep love does not last long, but Huiji hurts. This sentence has been perfectly verified by the second son of Jiang.

Mother Leng was stunned for a while, wondering whether she was really wrong?

"You look at Qingting differently because of Mr. Cheng's face?"

Leng Zongkai sighed unceasingly, "Yes, he had a rough life, he was an amazingly talented person, but he died young, his ambition was unfulfilled, hey."

A sigh, countless melancholy.

Leng's mother's heart moved, she believed it to the fullest, and silently looked at Ye Qingting.

If that's true, there's no need to target her.

Ling Zongkai glanced at her calmly, his eyes were indescribably complicated and unpredictable.

He coughed twice, then suddenly raised his voice.

"Tomorrow is the [-]th birthday of the old man, Qirui, Qingting, go and show your faces."