Traps Of Love

Paternity testing?

Leng Yucheng's narrow fox showed a trace of anger.

Shen yanruo at the door was struck by lightning, his face turned white, and his heart beat like a drum.

She felt guilty and remembered that when she woke up, there was a naked Qu Feng on the bed. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she was. Now she didn't look at the steps under her feet. As soon as the soles of her feet slipped, she really wanted to fall face to the ground.

"Ah Shen yanruo calls for help at the top of his voice.

"Be careful!" Cheng Wanrong followed with a cry, could have reached out to hold her. But when I think of all the things I've just been humiliated, I don't feel like it. Hesitated a second, just slowly pretend to help Shen yanruo.

Finally, in a hurry, Shen yanruo fell firmly on the frosted ground and cried, "my child - my stomach hurts!"

Cheng Wanrong had already helped her at this time. Her smart eyes swept her lower body, and there was no red blood gushing out. Shen yanruo's cry was still full of breath, which showed that it was no big problem. At most, it was the buttock pain after she fell fat.

"Yan Ruo!" Leng Yucheng came out of the room. On his face, his concern was real.

"Master, it's all right. I'll help my wife back to have a rest. " Cheng Wanrong took the lead.

Shen yanruo red eyes, tears such as string beads fell down, covering his stomach, grievance and resentment of biting his teeth, "who let you talk, blame your stupid hands and feet, did not hold me!"

Leng Yu Cheng frowned, and there were only four words in his mind: "disgrace".

He quietly concealed anger, "go down to have a good rest, I'll see you later."

"I -" Shen yanruo's eyes seemed to have been smoked by ginger, and they were red and bleeding quickly. Anger, humiliation, a rush of out of her reason, let her want to make things out of control.

Cheng Wanrong sneered in her heart to see her intention. However, she could understand Leng Yucheng's intention better.

She won't be so stupid. She really treats Shen yanruo like a master.

Her handle is in Leng Yucheng's hand. She is only Leng Yucheng's person from the beginning to the end. It is her duty to make him happy.

As for Shen yanruo, the biggest value is the baby in his stomach.

Cheng Wanrong holds Shen yanruo's hand and increases her strength. She tugs her hard and says, "madam, the ground is so cold. You have to take care of the young master in your stomach. Get up and go back to your room."

Shen yanruo is so angry that he can't say anything. He stares at her eyes and tears down his eyes. However, his strength can't match her. At last, he is dragged away by her.

Leng Yucheng's face looked a little better, and he took a look at Cheng Wanrong.

In the room, Leng Zetian is standing in front of a painting in the middle of the living room with his hands on his back and tall posture, as if he is meditating.

"You finally know you're back." Leng Yucheng's voice was faint. He walked slowly and sat on the sofa. "I thought you would never step into this door again when you die."

Leng Zetian's eyes flashed. He turned around slowly and looked at him calmly. "I said, this is my home. If I want to go back, I will come back naturally. If you don't want to go back, even if you die, the corpse will never be sprinkled with ashes. "

"Don't be too absolute, young man." Instead of looking at him, Leng Yucheng began to wash his hands and cook tea. He was elegant and skillful, extremely serious, and said slowly, "I've taught you many times since I was a child. If you didn't have a cold family to support you these years, you would not have known which barren mountain you were buried in."

The light fragrance of tea lingers in the room a little. The window of pear blossom wood can just grow the unique radian of the towering dead branches. At this time, there is snow falling on it, which has the illusion of quiet years.

Leng Zetian's self mocking lips lifted his eyes and glared at the hale and thin man in front of him. After so many years, Leng Yucheng gave him a sense of oppression, which was more uncomfortable than the original beating and scolding.

Sometimes, he really doubts whether this man is his own father or not?

After all, which father in the world would speak to his son in such a vicious and frightful tone.

No, the threat, to be exact.

"This time, what do you want?" Leng Zetian stares at him and asks word by word.

This question is very abrupt, but Leng Yucheng didn't feel surprised. He looked up at Leng Zetian, handed him a cup of tea and said, "what I want, you always know."

Leng Zetian sneered, "you want to continue to control me, use me and treat me as your puppet."

"But why are so many people involved this time?"

Leng Yucheng's face was a little bit chilly and oppressive, which made people gasp.

He said a name, "MIA."

Leng Zetian felt extremely ironic, "old fox, you can marry a wife, but I can't?"

"The most suitable person for you was Ye Jiaying. Even if Ye Jiaying is not suitable now, at least Mi Xiaoya is not. " Leng Yucheng's face was gloomy. He didn't mean to be joking. "This woman is a disaster."Leng Zetian frowned and seemed to guess something.

Leng Yucheng stared at him, a pair of gloomy fox eyes seemed to be able to see through all the people's internal organs, "Zetian, I know you never care what I think. But you are a good filial child. You should care about what your mother thinks, or you won't come here today. "

"You're very good at hiding, and your control is much better than usual, so I'm really surprised that you've been able to hold on to me until today. There are sanatorium things, and they are very beautiful. "

Leng Zetian breathes, and his heart is oppressed by a big stone. He sat very straight, with a cold smile of elegance and irony on his thin lips.

Even if he was hurt to the skin, he still kept his face unchanged, "less nonsense, where is she?"

Leng Yucheng calmly looked at him, "your mother is very good now, that is, people are a little stimulated, need a person to calm down."

He added slowly, "it's like when you made a mistake as a child."

Leng Zetian's back is stiff, and his slender hands are too tightly clenched, which makes the veins under his skin protrude. The deep fundus of his eyes is cold and sharp.

Hate, pour!

He knows too well what it means to be calm.

There is an underground water prison left by Prince Gong's residence in Wanfu garden, which was transformed into a black house by Lengyu city.

There are no windows, no sound, no mice. It's like being locked in a deep hell. That terrible loneliness can devour all human reason!

That's the devil's hell!