After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 429
Leng Yichen has never seen him like this, so embarrassed and decadent. In his impression, he has always been an optimist, never troubled by anything, and always smiling all day long. Even in the face of death, he has always maintained an optimistic mood.

But at this moment, what is he like?
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Leng Yiheng raised his head, and the shadows in front of him became double. In a haze, he saw two figures, but he couldn't see their faces clearly. He shook his head, closed his eyes and tried to look carefully again. , finally, the two figures merged into one, and their appearance became clear. He grinned and called out in a low voice, "Second brother."

It seemed that he was not completely drunk, at least he could recognize someone.

Leng Yichen's pair of sword eyebrows twisted into two peaks, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he walked towards him, the closer he got to him, the stronger the smell of wine, he walked to the table, took a few pieces of paper from the paper box, and He stopped beside him, handed him the tissue in his hand, and said in an indifferent voice, "Wipe it."

"Thank you." Leng Yiheng thanked him, took the tissue from him, wiped the corners of his mouth, his stomach twitched, it was very uncomfortable, and his head hurt, he didn't know, it turned out that he was drunk Such a bad feeling.

The saddest thing is that he promised to drink away his worries, but Mao's worries didn't decrease, on the contrary, he felt even more uncomfortable, and his heart was so depressed that he panicked.

Leng Yichen watched him wiping his mouth condescendingly, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and called Aunt Rong.

Aunt Rong must have fallen asleep, the phone rang several times before her slightly sleepy voice came from the other end, "Second Young Master."

"The third young master vomited, come to his room to clean up." After the voice fell, he directly cut off the phone, put the phone in his pocket with his hands, looked at Leng Yiheng, and said in a low voice, "Where did you go today?" , why don't you go to class?"

"There's no reason, if you don't want to do it, you don't want to do it." Leng Yiheng looked away and prevaricated casually.

Leng Yichen looked at his stiff side face, and narrowed his gaze, "So just turn off your phone and get drunk?"

Leng Yiheng pursed his lips tightly and did not answer him, nor did he turn his head to look at him, his black eyes were empty and his thoughts wandered.

The room fell into silence, eerily quiet, as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground, the night was stretched infinitely, and the moonlight seemed to be much paler.

The two were deadlocked like this, he looked at him, but he looked out the window.

After a long time, Leng Yichen spoke first, with a quiet voice, "If you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."

What's the use of telling you, tell you, will you give Mu Ruo'an to me?
These words were almost blurted out, but Leng Yiheng swallowed them back abruptly, a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes, which soon disappeared, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, shook his head, then opened them, A sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, what can I have on my mind, I am the dignified third young master of the Leng family, the school's school grass, there are a lot of girls who like me, and there are many boys who envy me like dogs, It’s too late for me to be happy with such a good advantage, you say yes, haha.”

He laughed, but the fake smile made people feel uncomfortable and heavy hearted.

Leng Yichen didn't speak, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, his deep eyes locked tightly on his flushed face, filled with layers of smog, like clouds and fog, layers upon layers.

(End of this chapter)