Revenge cold princess, I want you

"Son, what are you talking about? It's so lively. Eh, who is this lady? " Just at this time, lengfu (Lengran), who came back from work, heard the voice of his family, walked to his wife and handed his coat to lengbo who was waiting.

"Ah, of course, you're back. Let me introduce you. This is Fu youruo, our son's sweetheart. " In order not to let her husband have the opportunity to teach her to say those rude words, Leng mother (Zhang Yan) quickly moved out the more eye-catching topics and looked at her husband proudly. She seemed to say that I could see it before you.

"Sweetheart? I said I would find a good girl with such an excellent son. " After looking at ruoer, lengfu said with a smile.

"Ruoer, this is my father." Cold leaf ice repeated.

"Good uncle."

"OK, OK, by the way, Bing, what's the matter with the injury on your arm?" As soon as he came in, lengfu saw the gauze on his son's arm. It was so scary that only Zhang Feng could do it. After all, no one else can get close to his son. Just now I was just thinking about how to talk about my wife who would pop up some rude words from time to time. But in the end, she got around to something else. It's not urgent to think about it. At this moment, there is plenty of time to settle accounts with her.

"Oh, this..."

"Well, you know what? Someone dares to think about our family. You must find out who did it. I want them to go. " It's OK not to say this. Now I hear my husband mention it. Leng's mother is really more angry. Not to mention that their cold family wants status, status, money and money here, their family is also the best in philanthropy. How could someone provoke them? How can these simple cold mothers understand?

"Yes. Son, do you have any clues? " Clap Leng's mother's hand to appease her anger, and Leng's father calmly asks his son.

"Dad, let's talk about this in the study." Leng yebing suggested.

"Let's go." With that, Leng Fu took the lead in walking to his study.

Along the mahogany handrails carved with exquisite patterns, the rotating stairs came to the second floor of the main house of the villa. The walls around were not world-famous paintings hung by ordinary rich families, but all kinds of sketches. It can be seen that it should be made by a non professional.

"Bing, who painted these paintings?" Ruoer asked curiously.

"This was painted by the successors of each generation of the cold family for the previous term. Of course, it was also painted for himself."

"Who made this rule?"

"No, it's an unwritten custom."

Soon, they came to an electric door with a blessing. They saw that Leng Fu pressed his fingerprint and the door slowly opened.

After following lengfu in, lengfu sat behind the desk in the room, and several others sat on the sofa.

"Well, son, can you speak now?"

"Uncle, in fact, the target of those people this time should be me. Bing was hurt for me. Sorry. "

"Ruoer, you are not allowed to say such words." Seeing ruoer blaming himself, lengyebing comforted.

Looking at his son looking at a girl so gently, lengfu seemed to think of the picture of being with his wife when he was young, and couldn't help laughing loudly.