Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

"It was for her that I made the decision."

Leng Yu saw what else she wanted to say, but she was interrupted by fu MA. Now she really didn't want to hear Li Muran's name.

"That's enough. You don't have to say more. I'm determined and I won't change it."

As the voice dropped, she was already walking towards the second floor. Leng Yu watched her disappear on the stairs. She clenched her hands into a fist. She didn't let go for a long time.

It was summer, but he felt extremely cold. After standing in the same place for a long time, he came back and strode out.

Before going to the gate, he took a look at the villa behind him, took out his mobile phone and called Li Muran. When he got there, the other party had arrived.

Because they didn't really want to go to the bar, they made an appointment in the coffee shop and leaned on the chair. He took a look at Li Muran, who was a coffee drinker, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"What are you going to do about this matter? Qingyu has indeed given up on you now. That's right, but her mother didn't agree to let you take Qingyou back."

Li Muran's look in his eyes became more and more dark. He put the cup on his hand, with a smile on his face, but there was no temperature at all. It was just a habit of him to smile like this.

"If you want to take poetry back, you must get Leng Ling's consent. She trusts her very much. I don't want to make poetry hate me more."

On hearing this, Leng Yu sighed and sipped his coffee. The light bitterness was blooming between his lips and teeth, which made him frown a little unhappy.

After a look at Li Muran, he fell into meditation. As a friend, he also hoped that Qingyou could get happiness.

After pondering for a moment, he took a deep look at him and then slowly said.

"I think we should start with Qingyu. You can rest assured that I will help you."

Seeing this, Li Muran chuckled, and his eyes seemed to be inadvertently swept from his face, and then naturally fell on the table in front of him.

He didn't care what Leng Yu had in mind. As long as he didn't hurt the poems and could help him, he would be very happy.

After the negotiation, he did not delay and drove directly back to the villa. Because it was too late, he had to go back to his room to have a rest and wait for the next day.

I don't know if it's the end of a relationship. It's a quiet night. When I wake up, it's nine o'clock in the morning. As soon as I go downstairs, I see Leng Yu sitting on the sofa.

Seeing her coming down, she opened her mouth slowly. "You're up. I want to talk to you about something."

She looked at him, vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with Li Muran, but she still nodded.

"You say it."

As he spoke, he had already sat down beside him. There was no expression in his eyes.

Seeing this, Leng Yu took a deep breath. Although she knew that this would definitely hurt her, it was because of her that it should be ended by her.

"Qingyu, you may blame me, but it's because of you after all. You have to bear the responsibility. My mother still doesn't want you to go back with Li Muran. I hope you can persuade her

Hearing Li Muran's three words, Leng Qingyu still felt a tingling pain in her heart. Even her breath seemed to be blocked by the pain, which made her very uncomfortable. She bit her lower lip gently, and her hands unconsciously tightened the corners of her clothes. After a while, she slowly loosened it.

"I see. I'll persuade my mother."

Voice down, eyelashes gently tremble twice, cast a large shadow on the eyelids.

Seeing her appearance, Leng Yu couldn't bear to leave her face open. When she saw it again, she looked as usual.

"Qingyu, I'm sorry."

Leng Qingyu knows that if she didn't ask for it at the beginning, things wouldn't have come to this point. She shakes her head and indicates that she's OK. After asking where fu MA, the servant, is now, she gets up and goes to the study.

Since last night, she had faintly guessed that her son would definitely let Qingyu be a lobbyist. Therefore, when she saw her, there was no accident, just a little helpless sigh.

"Qingyu, do you know what you mean by doing this?"

Seeing the heartache on Fu Ma's face, she had some cool heart, which seemed to be soaked in warm water, and gradually warmed up.

"Mother, I know what I am doing. I hope you can agree to Li Muran's request."

"Did you really put it down?"

Concerning the quiet, she had to confirm again and again, seeing her firm nod, her eyes were somewhat cloudy.

It is said that the child is the flesh of the mother's heart. She suffered a lot from Qingyu at the beginning, and felt guilty for her. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, she could find someone to pick them for her.

So in the cold rain hope to give up the quiet treatment, she will be so simple agreed to come down.

Now look at her sad appearance, the heart is like a bit of a blunt knife cut like, pain to the extreme.