"What are you doing here?"

Leng Yu stands outside the door in a sultry posture, dressed in a silver black suit, but Luo Xiaojing doesn't buy it.

The expression of disgust immediately hit his great spirit. He coughed awkwardly and looked over her shoulder to the room.

"It's leaking again?"

"Oh, no, find something."

While Luo Xiaojing turns around, Leng Yu pushes into the door and into her hut. It's too late for Luo Xiaojing to stop him. He can only watch him plunge into the kitchen and put the dinner on the Liuli stage.

"Boss, the flowers are sold out again. The carving team is crazy to catch up with the orders. Are you free?"

"Not idle, but always eat."

Leng Yu answers casually, finds out the dinner plate and pours the dinner one by one. When he has finished, he puts four dishes and one soup on the side table. At the end of his eyes, Luo Xiaojing stares at him, leaning against the doorframe.

There was a little cute in her affectation. Last second, her hands were still in the posture of a supervisor. This second, Leng Yu stepped up, and her momentum suddenly weakened.

"Two people can't eat that much." Putting away his toes, Luo Xiaojing stood back in his normal posture, "and I had a little bit of support with Xiao a at noon, and I haven't digested yet."

"Then drink some soup. It's beef bone. It's very tonic."

The pyrotechnic Leng Yu can always penetrate the thick armor of Luo Xiaojing. It's not the first time Leng Yu has been busy in the kitchen, and she hasn't tasted Leng Yu's craftsmanship. But in the cottage where Luo Xiaojing lives, she has a feeling that she is the only one in the family. Finally, she feels angry.

"Wash your hands first."

In front of him, the man's eyebrows and eyes are warm, his magnetic voice is sexy, and Luo Xiaojing comes back slightly. He goes to clean up the messy cupboard before washing his hands and sitting at the table.

One night, the beef bone soup had already been put in front of her. Luo Xiaojing took a small scoop. As soon as he reached his mouth, he stopped: "Leng Yu, when will you go back to Nanyuan?"

When she moved back to her hut from Nanyuan, she had a hunch that Leng Yu would follow her, but Leng Dashen always lived in this old and small neighborhood, which was not the case.

"If you go back to Nanyuan, I'll go back."

The same answer made Luo Xiaojing a little annoyed: "I have to say several times before you understand. Even if I'm a roommate, I don't think it's convenient to live in Nanyuan with you."

Leng Yu's slender fingers held the spoon, and the fragrant beef bone soup was sent to his mouth one by one: "how about another place? What about the place Mrs. Zhou didn't know? "

Luo Xiaojing's voice weakened: "it has nothing to do with Mrs. Zhou."

"Who does that have to do with?" Leng Yu suddenly raised his head, and the sharpness in his black eyes directed directly at her, "what I should do will be done. You don't have to worry at all."

"You don't have to deal with anything at all, because..." Luo Xiaojing bit his lip. "Have you forgotten? I haven't been a girlfriend for a long time

No one believes that she and Leng Yu are not too close. In other people's eyes, they are no different from lovers. Sometimes Luo Xiaojing doubts whether she has never separated from Leng Yu at all.

When Leng Yu has something to do, she will worry about it. When she sees that he has an accident, she will get rid of it. Although it turns out later that Leng Yu has been prepared for it, her rescue is just unnecessary.

He will plan her career step by step. No matter in business or private affairs, he will give her priority and give her the greatest protection in his own way, such as the withdrawal of hot search. He is furious at the carving Association and asks who disclosed that Luo Xiaojing participated in the carving competition. Luo Xiaojing knows all these things.

Sometimes she felt that she was pretty good. Now she was the white lotus she didn't like the most. After Leng Yu said that she had been reunited for several times, she was still hanging from others. She didn't want to go to that position, but she still occupied that position.

But to say the least, the relationship between her and Leng Yu is subtle. Without Leng Yu, she has no determination to be a qualified sculptor. Without Leng Yu, I can't find the direction even if I am a sculptor. Leng Yu is the one who points out the direction for her, which makes Luo Xiaojing confused. Does she like Leng Yu or depend on her.

There is Leng Yu because of her mother's car accident took a long time to come out of this matter, has always been her knot, she always feel that Leng Yu is good to her because of guilt.

Guilt is mutual, and so is she to Leng Yu. Leng Yu just happened to be too late to help. Without her mother's car accident, she didn't need so long to treat herself.

She can understand Zhou Ya's hostility to her. In the final analysis, Zhou Ya is just a mother who loves her son.

After Leng Yu's employment contract made them meet again, they seem to have reached a tacit agreement that no one will go to Tirol's car accident, but now it's different. She has exposed herself, and everyone knows that she is her daughter.

You can hypnotize yourself, you can also pretend to be stupid, but people around you will not cooperate with you, their appearance will remind you all the time, you are different, you are not just Luo Xiaojing.

It's like a huge stone pressing on Luo Xiaojing. You can't push it with all your strength. It will make you feel worse. Once again, it's something sooner or later. She moves her lips and is about to open her mouth. Leng Yu puts down the spoon and takes away her carelessness."It has nothing to do with whether you are my girlfriend or not. You are not my girlfriend. You are also Luo Xiaojing, the daughter of teacher Luo."

Leng Yu has always been like this, only one sentence can point out the crux.

As long as Luo Xiaojing is Luo Rou's daughter, she and the Leng family will always be entangled. Even if Leng Yu only treats her as a stranger, Zhou Ya is afraid of the same thing.

"Maybe it's not as simple as you say." This meal is doomed to be unable to eat, Luo Xiaojing into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and sat back, "I met your uncle today."

Calm words came out of Luo Xiaojing's mouth, but they fell into Lengyu's waves like a huge stone: "my second uncle?"

"Leng Jinghong, Leng Dong, right."

Cold Yu Mou color dark next, in the mood hide some kind of secretly gush: "what did he say with you?"

"Yes, but not as you think." Luo Xiaojing understood Leng Yu's instant panic as he was worried that Leng Jinghong was Zhou Ya's microphone. "He didn't mention you and Mrs. Zhou. He just wanted me to open a personal carving studio and said that he would help me."

"That's all?"

"Of course not." Leng Yu's voice was captured by Luo Xiaojing. "He said it was a wish of old friend yuan."

The air seemed to be still, and Luo Xiaojing's voice sounded again, breaking all this: "second uncle he..."