Disabled president does not get divorced

Chapter 9

Leng Yichen turned his attention to the mail again.

Zhuang Ling:

On the day you left, I received a courier from China to you, but you had already boarded the plane.I have called you many times but couldn't get through, so I can only send you an email to let you know that I have sent the courier back to you in China.

Sofia

The information in the email told Leng Yichen that Zhuang Ling had not received the divorce letter from him, they were not divorced, they were still husband and wife.At this moment, Leng Yichen found that his hands were trembling faintly.

An idea kept growing in his mind, taking root and sprouting.

'Zhuang Ling, I wanted to let you go, but why did you suddenly break into my life.I can't let go, you know, the moment you reappear in front of me, I can't let go anymore. 'The right hand slowly pressed the mouse, and that email was completely deleted.

"Ming Yao, pick up a courier for me, and delete all the information about that courier." Leng Yichen hung up the phone, and kept clenching the hand holding the phone, "Lingling, I gave you a chance to leave Yes, you missed it yourself.Now whether you are sympathetic or what, I will not let you have another chance to escape. '

The flashing light on the screen instantly revealed the domineering, firm and possessive look on his face.

There was a different depth on his handsome face than usual.

Black night, deep and boundless.

Zhuang Ling came out in his pajamas, and saw Leng Yichen leaning against the head of the bed and closing his eyes.Slowly approaching, I wanted to pull the quilt for him, but unexpectedly the tentacles were hot.

"Leng Yichen."

"Leng Yichen."

Zhuang Ling shook Leng Yichen's hand lightly, but he seemed to be asleep and didn't respond at all.Zhuang Ling was worried about the scorching heat that could be touched.Just about to get up, Leng Yichen's hand was firmly held by Leng Yichen.

"I'm fine." Leng Yichen felt Zhuang Ling's call, but he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.When he felt the hand touching him to evacuate, he didn't know where the strength came from, he suddenly opened his eyes, and firmly grasped the evacuated warmth.The warmth covered in the palm of his hand made him feel at ease, and he slowly closed his heavy eyes again.

Zhuang Ling didn't know if Leng Yichen really woke up or was talking in his sleep, because he fell asleep immediately after saying something.As soon as I moved my hand, I saw him frowning slightly.But when he stopped moving, his brows would slowly loosen again.

There seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was sleeping peacefully.Zhuang Ling didn't want to wake him up, so she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at her husband of three years.

Night, very quiet.Silently dye the interior with a touch of warm color.

He was really handsome, and he was the best-looking one among all the people I had ever met.It's a pity that I have never looked at him as carefully as today.

Sitting quietly like this, the time passed by without knowing it.

The sun refracted from the horizon for an instant.Scattered in through the gaps in the curtains.It illuminates the warmth that never dissipates in a room.

Leng Yichen woke up the moment the sunlight hit his eyes.The familiar yet unfamiliar room made him feel a little dazed.Slowly recalling everything that happened yesterday, Leng Yichen stared sideways at Zhuang Ling who was sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed.

She was beautiful, an indescribable beauty.The sun shone quietly on her eyelids, and her long eyelashes drooped quietly like a feather fan.Leaves a light line around the corner of the eye.The red lips were pursed gently, and the fair face was shining brightly.The dreamy wavy long hair like a princess has been replaced by a long straight hair, which looks more mature and charming.

It's just that what didn't match such a beautiful face was the occasional wrinkle on her forehead, which made him feel reluctant to give up, and he was willing to give up everything, just to wipe away the sorrow on her face.

The light shining on the eye sockets made Zhuang Ling frown slightly, and slowly opened his eyelids.What came into view was a pair of deep and boundless black eyes, which completely reflected himself.

"Morning." Zhuang Ling smiled at Leng Yichen and turned her eyes away, she was afraid that one day she would indulge in those black eyes.She wanted to get up, but the long-standing posture made her feel a little numb.Especially the hand that Leng Yichen held all night was completely unconscious.

"I'll rub it for you." Leng Yichen took Zhuang Ling's hand and slowly rubbed it for Zhuang Ling, tenderness flashed in his eyes.Even if it was pretending, Leng Yichen found that he couldn't really be indifferent to Zhuang Ling.He was defeated, defeated by the woman in front of him, defeated terribly, defeated hopelessly, defeated so much that he just wanted to hold her hand and never let go.

Leng Yichen's intimacy made Zhuang Ling a little uncomfortable.She wanted to take back her hand, but seeing the tenderness in Leng Yichen's eyes, she couldn't alienate him like she did other people.

"This is your clothes, you can change." Zhuang Ling took out a set of neat and clean clothes and put them on the bed.

As early as he smelled the same clear smell on Leng Yichen as on the quilt, Zhuang Ling suspected that Leng Yichen had slept in his room before.In addition, Tang Xinyan said yesterday that Leng Yichen visited them often, she was even more sure.The suit he saw when he came back the first day was obviously his.Zhuang Yang, who is sporting sunshine, is not suitable for such a calm suit at all, but he didn't pay much attention at the time.

Quietly exiting the room, Zhuang Ling knew that the strong Leng Yichen didn't want to show his vulnerable side in front of him.Just like last night, when I fell down in the bathroom, I didn't want to help myself, I only hoped that I would clean up by myself and face myself with a smile.

"sister."

When Zhuang Ling went downstairs, Zhuang Huiping, Tang Xinyan, and Zhuang Yang were already seated downstairs.Zhuang Ling smiled, "Ah Yang, why do you wake up so early?"

"Sister, did you sleep well yesterday?" Zhuang Yang said hesitantly.

"Very good." Zhuang Ling replied with a smile.She doesn't want her family to worry about her. "Mom and Dad, I'm going to live in Leng's house from today on." Zhuang Ling calmly expressed his decision after thinking about it all night.

"So suddenly?" Tang Xinyan asked, holding Zhuang Ling's hand a little worriedly.

Zhuang Yang was also a little surprised, but Zhuang Huiping remained silent.

"Mom, I've been married to him for three years. My daughter can't live at home forever." Zhuang Ling said it was reasonable. She didn't know what it would be like to live in Leng's house, but she didn't want to be with her at the moment. Leng Yichen divorced, that's the only way to go.

"A Ling, you have grown up. You can decide your own affairs. Dad respects your decision." Zhuang Huiping stood up and patted Zhuang Ling on the shoulder without saying anything.

Zhuang Ling looked up at Zhuang Huiping and nodded, but found that his gaze had turned to the stairs. Zhuang Ling followed Zhuang Huiping's gaze, just in time to see Leng Yichen who opened the door and looked at him quietly.She didn't know how much he had heard, but it was her decision, and she never regretted it at this moment.

Hearing Zhuang Ling's words, Leng Yichen couldn't restrain the emotion in his heart.Did she never think about divorce when she came back this time?Does her decision mean that she is slowly starting to care about him?It was too late to show a smile, and when he saw the stairs a few steps ahead, a deep sense of powerlessness swept over his nerves
(End of this chapter)