Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 42 What's the matter?
What is he saying?
Not only Hong Jiaqi was puzzled, but even An Lan had an extremely puzzled expression.

What did he say so nonchalantly?

"Doctor Leng has been a bit weird recently. On the day you fell ill, he lost his temper out of nowhere. It's just heatstroke, so he said that he couldn't be saved and sent to the hospital." An Lan pouted, really not sure what caused Leng Huang's change.

Hong Jiaqi frowned, "He and Pei Zhihan should know each other."

It's just that the sister he was talking about...what's the relationship with Pei Zhihan?

replace?

She never wanted to replace anyone.

Thunder rumbled, and it was only twelve o'clock at noon, but it was completely dark outside the window. Zhang Zhong asked someone to turn on the light, and it was as bright as daytime.

Hong Jiaqi stood in front of the window, watching the heavy rain outside, and couldn't help thinking that Pei Zhihan might not come back tonight.

After a simple lunch, Hong Jiaqi was going upstairs to take a nap.In summer, there are mostly thunderstorms. In the afternoon, it clears up immediately, with blue sky and white clouds, and the wind is sunny.

After a storm, almost all the wisteria flowers withered, and the petals and leaves were sluggish under the rain, sticking to the road in a mess. The servants were busy sweeping up the fallen leaves and petals with a broom to restore the cleanliness of the road.

After the heavy rain, the air was very clear, and the temperature seemed to drop. Hong Jiaqi came to the courtyard and looked at the wisteria tree in front of her. The petals had all fallen and only the green pods were hanging on the branches. elephant.

As for the wisteria, we can only see it next year.

"I heard that wisteria flowers are edible?" Hong Jiaqi felt particularly regretful looking at the petals all over the floor.

An Lan nodded, "It is edible. But it will have to wait until next year."

Hong Jiaqi looked back at her, "Next year, I don't know if I'm still here?"

An Lan couldn't help but startled when she heard the words, "If you count the days, you should still be there."

"I may leave early." Hong Jiaqi said softly, and went into the living room. It has been almost three months in Pei's house, and some things seem to be impossible to hide.

In the evening, when the Cadillac was parked in the yard, Zhang Zhong hurriedly led the people out, lined up respectfully in two rows, looked at the people getting off the car, and said in unison: "Master!"

Pei Zhihan looked at the flat and clean road under his feet, and then at the withered wisteria after the wind and rain, a trace of indiscernible pity flashed across his face.After a while, Pei Zhihan entered the living room, wearing a crisp white shirt, looking neat and tidy.

Sitting on the sofa, Pei Zhihan habitually picked up the evening newspaper on the coffee table, loosened his tie with one hand, and looked seriously while holding it with one hand.

Hong Jiaqi came down from upstairs after hearing what An Lan said, and she saw the familiar figure from the back in the living room, and he finally came back after half a month.

There was an indescribable joy in Hong Jiaqi's heart, the feeling of eagerly wanting to see him, but afraid of seeing him, made her wonder whether to go down, maybe as long as she took a few glances from a distance like this, she should be satisfied .

"I heard you're on a business trip?" Hong Jiaqi stood in front of Pei Zhihan and asked softly.

Pei Zhihan looked at the newspaper without raising his head, the living room was silent, she just sat down so quietly, Pei Zhihan read the newspaper, she looked at Pei Zhihan.

In only half a month, he seems to have lost weight. Is it because he is too busy at work?

When Pei Zhihan saw the last piece of news, he couldn't help frowning, and his deep facial features were tinged with a trace of sadness.

"Leng Huang has been here today." Pei Zhihan put down the newspaper, and looked at Hong Jiaqi opposite with a blank expression.

Hong Jiaqi nodded, "Come here at ten o'clock."

"I heard that Luo Mingxuan is here too?" Pei Zhihan said casually.

Hong Jiaqi lowered her head, "Here we are."

"What's your relationship?" Pei Zhihan took An Lan's coffee cup on the table, stirred it with a spoon, and took a sip after trying it.

Hong Jiaqi looked up in confusion, "Friend."

"friend?"

Hong Jiaqi couldn't tell whether Pei Zhihan's tone was happy or unhappy, but there should be nothing wrong with defining her relationship with Luo Mingxuan as friends.

(End of this chapter)