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

Chapter 81 Absolutely Not

After the bandage was finished, Leng Huang had already sat on the sofa, not speaking in a dull mood, and finally closed his eyes.

Hong Jiaqi put away the medicine box and came to clean up the messy ground. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the gifts or anything, but two water glasses were broken, and the ground was wet and slippery. Hong Jiaqi got up to get a mop, dragged the ground dry and put it back.

After pouring a glass of water for Leng Huang and putting it in front of him, Hong Jiaqi was about to go back to her room.

She thought that Leng Huang should need to be clean at this moment, just like her, when she met Pei Zhihan twice in a row, even when he had a female companion, she was inexplicably in a bad mood.

"She is my sister." Leng Huang suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly, Hong Jiaqi turned around unexpectedly, unable to believe what she heard.

Sister, that girl is actually her sister?
"Her name is Shuangruo."

Frosty?Thinking of the frosty face with pink cheeks and peach cheeks, and skin that is better than snow, Hong Jiaqi couldn't help saying: "She looks beautiful."

Maybe the world is just too small.

"But this is not her." Leng Huang suddenly looked up at Hong Jiaqi with an angry tone, "She shouldn't be like this."

Hong Jiaqi was confused, "Are you angry with her?"

"Shouldn't it be?" Leng Huang frowned and really couldn't imagine why his sister would do that. "She is really confused."

Leng Huang's words were ambiguous, and Hong Jiaqi couldn't understand anything. Knowing that what he needed at the moment was probably just an audience, she didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, that girl had a good relationship with Pei Zhihan.

"I'm going to stop them from being together."

Leng Huang finally made this decision very firmly, Hong Jiaqi was very confused, "Why?" In fact, Pei Zhihan treated Leng Shuangruo very well, didn't he?

Leng Huang just looked at her, as if he had something hard to say, and finally got up and entered the room.

Hearing the door slam shut, Hong Jiaqi felt a little complicated. Do things in this world have to be turned around like this?Those who can be together, some people are not allowed, some people can't be together, some people force...why can't it be smoother.

The Lamborghini parked in front of the villa, and it was already too deep. Although it only took 10 minutes by car, Pei Zhihan took an hour to circle around Jincheng.

"Zhihan, do you have something on your mind?" Leng Shuangruo's fair face was full of concern, and Pei Zhihan hadn't smiled since he came out of the apartment.

"No." Pei Zhihan cherished his words like gold, holding the steering wheel, and kept looking at the road conditions outside the windshield.

Leng Shuangruo leaned her head on his shoulder, stared at the front in a daze, "I'm really happy to see you again, Zhihan, are you happy?"

There was silence in the carriage.

"Zhihan, no matter what, I will not leave you, absolutely not." Leng Shuangruo put her white arms around his waist, "Definitely not."

"We're here." Pei Zhihan took her hands away, opened the car door and got out of the car. Leng Shuangruo looked at him who was so indifferent, and suddenly realized that she was not close to him. At this moment, she watched his back going up the steps, and disappeared into the living room in a blink of an eye. In the depths, without looking back, I can't help but feel lost.

However, the only purpose of her returning to China was for him.

"Miss Leng is back."

Seeing Zhang Zhong take the initiative to come to greet him, Leng Shuangruo nodded with a smile. "Uncle Zhong" entered the living room and did not see Pei Zhihan. Leng Shuangruo looked up and saw Pei Zhihan's back entering the room. An Lan, "Put away the bath water, I'm going to take a bath later."

"Yes, Miss Leng."

Leng Shuangruo looked at Pei Zhihan's room, the corners of her lips curled up like roses, "Zhihan, wait for me."

阳台
Pei Zhihan stood by the railing, looking down at the wisteria tree in the night. After autumn, the wisteria is not as lush as before. There are hundreds of pods hanging from it. , Yellow and mature, it seems to be the picking season.

But Bing Qing's love did not bear fruit.

Pei Zhihan's eyes were stained with melancholy, and he lowered his head and took a sip of the red wine in his hand, leaning his back on the armrest and looking at the empty room, feeling sad and uncomfortable.

At this time in the past, Bingqing liked to sit in the hanging chair and read books the most, while he was processing company documents, and he could read them for hours coldly. His focused and serious expression often fascinated people.But now the hanging chair is left there empty, no one is going to sit on it anymore.

Bingqing, are you okay in the sky?

(End of this chapter)