I still love you

Leng Lingfeng picked up the bottle in his hand and hit it hard on the ground.

He seemed very angry, and then stood up: "no, absolutely not! I can't ask my father for help! "

He is the heir of the cold family now, and the cold family will be his in the future.

Father has always been strict. If he and his father ask for help now, his father will feel that his ability is not enough.

In turn, it will affect his position.

Ye Zixing understood his concerns, "but what should I do, young master and shareholder? We don't have enough money at all. We can't afford it. The bank has just made a loan. We can't repay the loan. "

"Sell my Bentley, too."

Leng Lingfeng took another gulp and drank a lot of wine.

She shook her head: "no, young master, that's your favorite car. And that's your last car. You are the young master of the cold family. You must have some cars worthy of your identity. Bentley cars must not be sold. "

"Moreover, even if you sell the car, it's only a small number. You can't do anything."

He bowed his head and said, "yes, you're right. Even if you sell the car, you can't do anything."

Cold Ling Feng drank the bottle of Baijiu in one breath, and then he stood up in a stagger.

"Who, in the end, is targeting me? Are you dealing with me? "

He just got up, then the whole person fainted, and then fell to one side.

Ye Zixing timely hugged the fallen Leng Lingfeng, and then helped him back to his room to have a rest.

Looking at the man's haggard and drunk face day by day, her eyes are full of heartache.

She stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face: "young master..."

At this time, her eyes are full of love and admiration.

She loves Leng Lingfeng. She has never seen Leng Lingfeng like this. This is the first time.

But she also hoped it would be the last time. She really couldn't bear to see him like this.

At this time, Leng Lingfeng was drunk and his whole face was red. More than that, his mouth opened slightly and seemed to be talking.

"What should I do? What should you do now? "

Ye Zixing was listening, and he felt very happy.

"Young master, are you asking me? Are you talking to me? "

As long as she can be talked about by the big boy and remembered by him, she will be very happy.

Leng Lingfeng then said, "what should I do? Little cook... "

When you heard the three little cooks behind you, the smile on Ye Zixing's face had solidified and then disappeared.

The fists in her hands were tightly clenched together, as if she was very resentful and jealous.

"Early summer reading? It's early summer again! "

The next morning, because it was the weekend, Xia Yuchen went to the company with Xia chunian.

As soon as he arrived at the office, he met Leng Jiting, who was wearing a silver mask and sitting next to the sofa tasting tea.

At the beginning of summer, I read a little, "Lei always came early."

"Yes." With a faint response, he drank all the tea in the teacup.

Xia Yuchen walked around him and then walked around him in circles, as if observing something.

"Uncle, you, who are you, who?"

Leng Jiting looked at him and then held the little guy's shoulders: "who do you want me to be?"

The little guy seemed to understand something, and then he immediately maintained his original vigilance.

"Uncle, you, you don't, don't fight, Mommy, your idea! Mommy, Mommy, it's uncle Leng's. "

Even now, Xia Yuchen still insists on hoping that early Xia Nian can be with Uncle Leng Jiting.

Hearing this, Leng Jiting was naturally very happy.

"Oh? Is it? What if I want to rob your mommy? "

The little guy immediately maintained a hostile match with him and then left him: "no, it's impossible! I, I absolutely don't agree! I, I don't support it! Mommy, I'm going to be with, Leng, uncle. "

"Mr. Lei, don't tease my children."

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

Leng Jiting smiled and walked out of the office.

After he left, the little guy lay down beside her and asked carefully.

"Mommy, you, do you have, feel, feel, just, that, that uncle, special, special like a person?"

At the beginning of summer, I tilted my head and didn't seem to think of: "who is it like“

"Like, like Uncle Leng."

As soon as the little guy's eyes lit up, he immediately nodded his head.

At the beginning of summer, she had a slight meal. In fact, she also had this idea.

She even felt that President Lei did look like Leng Jiting in terms of body shape and other aspects.

But this is absolutely impossible.

"Xiaochen, how can president Lei be the second young master? You see, President Lei's legs are intact, while his uncle is in a wheelchair, you know? "

The little guy nodded his head: "Oh, my uncle is ill and his legs are bad, but the bad uncle just now has good legs."

He suddenly became very nervous, and then he held her hand tightly.

"Mommy, that bad uncle just said he wanted to rob you. You must, must not, do not, be cheated by him. Mommy, you are, yes, you want to be with your uncle. "

Early summer Nian rubbed his little head and didn't speak.

If she explained to Xiaochen now, they would never be together. Xiaochen certainly couldn't understand.

Therefore, he can only wait for Xiaochen to be bigger. When he is bigger, he will naturally understand these principles.

It was almost time to get off work that Leng Jiting came to the president's office.

"I'll treat you to dinner."

His words, like an order, were clearly an invitation, but they were a bit more tough.

"No, Mr. Lei, let's just go back and eat."

Early summer Nian shook his head, as if he wanted to refuse him.

Xia Yuchen, one side, turned his eyes smartly, as if he thought of something, so he ordered his little head.

"Yes, yes. Since, bad, uncle, you want to invite us to dinner. Well, then go. "

He responded, and the early summer reading on one side was stunned.

"Xiaochen, what are you talking about?"

The little guy winked at her lovely: "Mommy, believe me. No, it doesn't matter. I, I promise, from today on, he, he won't dare to haunt you again. "

The three came to an advanced western restaurant.

The separate high-rise boxes are full of high-level feelings.

At first glance, the consumption of this western restaurant is not low.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

Asked the waiter.

The little guy held the menu in front of him with a bad smile in his eyes: "you, what's the most expensive here?"