I still love you

The picture inside the train soon appeared on the electronic projection screen outside the railway station, and people inside shouted one after another.

"Someone jumped!"

The picture on TV is in a mess.

Xia shiting turned his back to the electronic screen and didn't look at it at all. He just walked out of the railway station silently and left.

The bodyguard behind him seemed curious: "young master, how do you know that she will be at the railway station, not at the airport?"

The little guy got into the taxi and said, "she's in a hurry to escape. The airport is remote and the security check is strict. It's really unsafe for her to escape. High speed rail stations are not safe. "

"Only the railway station is the best choice. The flow of people in the railway station is high. It is difficult for us to find her in a crowded environment. Therefore, for her, the railway station is the best choice. And she probably thought we'd think she went to the airport? "

If it were an ordinary person, she might really go to the airport to intercept her.

However, what she didn't expect was that she met the genius Meng Bao Xia shiting.

"So it is."

The bodyguards nodded their heads.

Xia shiting looked very helpless and looked at the two bodyguards who surrounded him and sandwiched him in the middle.

"Can you stop following me?"

In the taxi at this time, the driver was frightened. He didn't dare to move or even say a word.

Because the co pilot's seat, that is, his identity, is sitting a tall and burly bodyguard in black.

The bodyguard in black is tall. This small taxi seems to be smaller for them.

When they sit down, they basically can't stretch their back and legs straight. They can only sit with shrugs and stoops.

But just like this sitting posture, it looks a little more ferocious.

The back seat is even more crowded.

The seats in the back row of the taxi driver were more crowded, but now Xia shiting sat in the middle, with a bodyguard on the left and right sides, sandwiching him alive in the middle.

His hands and legs stuck together, as if it was difficult to breathe.

Xia shiting is now very much like the meat in the middle of a hamburger. He is caught alive and loveless.

"No, young master, the boss asked us to follow you and protect you."

The little guy's face was heavy. Then he said to the taxi master, "master, go to Leng's house."

It seems that if you want to get rid of these followers, you have to go to the old man and tell him in person.

Cold home.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw that Leng Jiting and Leng Lingfeng were both there.

It seemed like the first time they got along so peacefully. After all, they were sitting on the same sofa.

Although there was no communication, it was amazing enough that they could get together peacefully.

"Old thing!"

As soon as he came in, Xia shiting saw Leng Lingfeng sitting on one side.

He walked past Leng Lingfeng as if he were air.

"Little thing, why are you here?"

Leng Jiting frowned and asked faintly.

The little guy pointed to the three followers who followed him, looking very disgusted.

"Not because of the three of them! Old man, please withdraw your people quickly. I really can't stand it. "

Leng Jiting gently scraped the bridge of his nose, "that's no good. The three of them can protect your safety. This can't be withdrawn. "

"But..."

Don't wait for the little guy to say something.

Suddenly, the door of Leng's house was pushed open.

More than twenty servants rushed in from the outside. They trotted forward. Then they were orderly divided into two teams and stood on both sides.

On the ground, a long red carpet rolled out in an instant.

As soon as the red carpet was paved, the two rows of servants bowed respectfully: "respectfully, sir, good sir."

As soon as the words fell, a sharp air field poured in from the outside, and came in with absolute cold air pressure and inherent powerful pressure.

The first thing that comes into view is a pair of seemingly expensive leather shoes. With one leg forward, a middle-aged man in a black suit and rigorous clothes has come in.

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were full of fierce, and his eyes were almost the same as those of Leng Jiting.

His face is full of seriousness and solemnity. It looks like a person who doesn't like to talk or laugh at ordinary times.

In addition to his strong heroism, the middle-aged man also has many folds on his face, symbolizing his old appearance.

This middle-aged man is Leng Jiting and Leng Lingfeng's father, Leng AoXiong. Now the person in power of the Leng family, a vigorous and serious person in charge of the family, heard that this man was cruel and didn't smile. I haven't seen him smile once for decades.

Almost the whole day is a face, people look at it and feel great pressure, people are afraid and want to stay away.

"Father, why did you come suddenly this time? And don't tell us in advance? "

Leng Lingfeng had a commercial smile on his face. Even when he saw his father, he never put down his calculating fox face.

Even the smile did not show a smile from the heart.

He came forward and tried to hold the man in front of him.

The cold and proud bear avoided his help and said coldly, "I'm not old enough to need help."

Leng Lingfeng's hands stretched out in the air seemed a little embarrassed.

He took it back slowly. Then he smiled and nodded: "it's natural. My father is in his prime of life and is as tough as ever."

Leng Ao Xiong didn't reply to his words, but went straight to Leng Jiting in a wheelchair.

At the moment of seeing Leng Jiting, many complex emotions appeared in his cold and serious eyes for the first time.

There is concern, there is estrangement, but more nostalgia.

"Son, how have you been these years?"

Leng Lingfeng was countless, and the unknown fire in his heart rose up.

Father ignored his help and countless words, but he cared about the waste Leng Jiting?

Facing his father's only concern in decades, Leng Jiting was stunned and puzzled.

More, but indifference.

"Did my father think of my son in a wheelchair decades later?"

The cold and arrogant bear gave a slight meal and gently patted his shoulder with his raised hand.

"Boy, I know you're blaming me. Blame my father for not even being a father to you. "

Leng Jiting lifted his eyes lightly, then raised his hand, coldly patted the man's hand on his shoulder.

His face was full of indifference and seemed unwilling to have any close contact with him.

"There is no need to blame, and I don't need you to do your father's duty to me."