Traps Of Love

Cold home, villa.

In the spacious and bright living room, Leng Zetian turns on the tap and is carefully cleaning the fruits and vegetables. He is making a fruit salad for MI Xiaoya. Xiaoya's health is getting worse and worse recently. She can't wake up as soon as she falls asleep.

Ordinary people can recover from eight hours' sleep, but Mi Xiaoya often needs 15 hours' sleep to recover.

In addition, her appetite is also very poor, even if a table of her favorite dishes in front of her, she can barely eat a small bowl.

Fortunately, Leng Jinyu's situation is much more stable than before, which makes Leng Zetian reduce a lot of burden.

Slender figure, standing in the bright black quartz table, his brow slightly tightened, recently really too much.

The long dusty file has been put forward again. Even though Leng Zetian has the key to open the file, he has no way to get the location of the file, which is useless.

And Leng Yucheng's crazy response, especially the call from Wen Jingchu, has touched Leng Zetian's bottom line.

A desperate and crazy battle is about to open. Leng Zetian's heart is like a spring that has been tightened and pressed continuously. I don't know when it will break out completely.

However, he didn't care about all this.

The grudge between him and Leng Yucheng can't be calculated by win or lose. What he cares about most is mi Xiaoya, Xiao Mengbao and the safety of Xiaoxiao.

We can always find a way to counter attack. Even the old fox who has no idea will always show his tail.

Just Leng Zetian slightly tugged his hand, revealing his forbearance at the moment.

At this time, the doorbell rings, the monitor's electronic screen is dark, and only a pair of extremely cold and tough eyes can prove that it is a living creature.

"Big ice face daddy, there's an African out there looking for you!" Holding the computer, Leng Jinyu screamed with excitement. Her little white and fat body quickly climbed down from the bed and went straight to the open kitchen of the living room on the first floor.

"You bring the salad up to your mommy, and I'll go out and have a look." Leng Zetian slowly raised his head. His handsome face had a kind of awe inspiring coldness and pride. His deep ink blue eyes shot a sharp light and flashed by.

Among all the people he knew, the one with the blackest face was the policeman who led the special forces to rush into the sanatorium that day. He was a tough man, and his style of work was more vigorous than his playboy officer who liked to play handsome.

His eyes fell on the monitor at the door. He guessed right. It was the police officer.

However, this person's expression is a little different from the unstoppable one I saw that night.

It seems -

very nervous.

"Big ice face, Dad, wait for me. I'll come after the salad! That black faced uncle used to work for me. Hee hee, I want to talk to him about the past! " Leng Jinyu spits out her tongue mischievously.

That night, he was deeply impressed by the iron faced policeman, and Xiao Mengbao really liked the feeling of being a police officer!

It's not easy for this "subordinate" to come to the door. Xiaomeng Bao is just ready. He can review the brilliant achievements of that night. Besides, this police officer may be looking for him.

Wow, at the thought of this, Leng Jinyu was so excited that he wanted to perform another exciting task.

"Up! Don't go downstairs without my orders. " Knowing that the son is more than the father, Leng Zetian sees through Leng Jinyu's careful thinking at a glance.

However, how could he let Xiaomeng Bao fall into such darkness again.

Maybe Bai Liusu is right, but as long as he is there, he will defend xiaomengbao's right to enjoy his childhood.

Xiaomengbao is his child. Even if he wants to be strong, he will grow up happily in the carefree sunshine, rather than contact the darkest side of the world.

"Smelly ice face, you, you, you are hegemony!" Leng Jinyu's pretty face turned red with depression.

"You want to fight? Practice your handwriting first Lengze's eyes were calm, and her deep love was hidden in the strong pressure. "You forgot that you once said that you wanted to write to your sister Shirley."

"Last time you missed your promise to protect her, this time if you miss it again, you're still a man?"

Leng Jinyu's face was white, and in her smart black eyes was a painful struggle. Her heart was pulled up by this sentence, and she wanted to cry.

"Big ice face, you are the worst person!" His eyes were red and his heart was very sad, but he could not find words to fight back. He only had the momentum that all his blood was ignited.

He has to work hard to be strong and will never give smelly ice face another chance to look down on him!

"That night your mommy took you out to tell you that the bad guys in the world are more and more powerful than you think. If you want to protect the people you want to love, you must be more powerful." Leng Zetian's elegant to indifferent temperament, every move shows a king's demeanor.

Strong, domineering, calm, that is the king's inherent noble bearing.

Leng Jinyu was slightly stunned, and her heart was agitated, "I --""I see."

Leng Jinyu's face was not playful, but more serious and firm, "Daddy, give me another month, and I'll write the letter!"

"It's not worth money to talk about this kind of thing, but it's really meaningful to do it." Leng Zetian looks at him, and his face is perfect. His cold eyes suddenly become very soft, with a quiet concern and a cold to elegant bearing. This kind of arrogant and domineering momentum, which belongs to Leng Zetian alone, can not be cultivated overnight, but is the strength of countless life and death struggles, condensed from the lessons of blood.

Leng Jinyu no longer said more. He nodded hard. His big eyes, like black grapes, were full of vitality. It seemed that he had injected powerful force into them.

That night, his mother let him experience ahead of time as a strong man is how powerful feeling.

At this moment, his ice face dad showed him a way to become a strong man in the most specific way.

Not by the sky, not by the earth, not by the rhetoric, not by the earth shaking promise, only by one person's action! Just like his father said, this kind of thing is not worth money when it is said, but is really meaningful when it is done!

Leng Jinyu's eyes are burning with hot starlight. He wants to prove with his actions that it's not just saying that he wants to be a strong man!

His father is his best example!

Leng Jinyu no longer talks, but turns to leave with Shala in her arms.

When he climbed up the third staircase, he suddenly stopped. There was a feeling in his heart, which gradually warmed his heart.

"Big ice face daddy, I found that you seem to be a little handsome today!" Leng Jinyu blinked and said with a smile.