After Leng Qingjue separated from Song Weilong, he returned to his home.
Wang Ma dragged her chubby body and walked towards Leng Jujue with a smile on her face.
Looking at Wang Ma's kind smile, her eyes were wet.
lengqingjueMother Wang...
wangmaWhat's wrong with this kid?
Wang Ma still held the spatula in one hand, and looked at this funny look, and couldn't help laughing coldly.
lengqingjueMother Wang, I'm hungry, when do I eat?
wangmaIt will be ready soon. Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs made by Mom Wang today.
lengqingjueThank you Wang Ma!
Leng Pengjue is grateful from the bottom of my heart. It turns out that there are still people in this world who really care about her.
Leng Qingjue went upstairs and returned to the room. As soon as he entered, he felt that something was wrong. It was a feeling of being monitored, and it was very uncomfortable.
Leng Lianjue remained calm, his eyes looked up and down, and sure enough, in an inconspicuous corner, there was a miniature camera.
Leng Qingjue walked over and took it down neatly.
The first person she suspected was Wang Junkai, but after thinking about it, it was impossible.
Leng Qingjue felt a chill in her heart. Both her parents had traveled abroad, and there were only her, Mother Wang, and a few servants at home. Who was it?
At this time, Jackson Yee's words came to her ears again.
yiyangqianxiKnowing people knows their faces but not their hearts.
The cold eyes dimmed, could it be my father?
While she was meditating, Mother Wang walked in.
wangmaMiss, the meal is ready.
lengqingjueOh, here we go.
Looking at the dishes on the table, the cold and absolute foodie attribute was mobilized.
Seeing how happy she was eating, Wang Ma brought another pot from the kitchen.
Leng Qingjue frowned, and there was a bad premonition in his heart.
lengqingjueMa Wang, did you make this chicken soup?
Wang Ma listened and waved her hand with a smile.
wangmaThis is sir, flown in from the US.
Father?
Leng Qingjue once again doubted her father. She had read several years of medical books in her previous life, so she could see that the quality of this chicken soup was wrong.
wangmaMiss, drink it while it's hot.
He smiled coldly and apologetically.
lengqingjueI'm sorry, Wang Ma, I really can't eat anymore.
wangmaYou child, you have to take a bite of such a good thing.
lengqingjueThen you can bring it to my room first, and I will eat it later.
Wang Ma nodded and agreed, and carried it upstairs for her.
The colder she thought about it, the more wrong it became. She quickly dialed Mo Wan'er's phone.
lengqingjueWan'er, are you free now?
mowanerI'm free, what's the matter?
lengqingjuePlease come to my house right now, as fast as you can!
Leng Qingjue's tone was very urgent, as if something had happened. Mo Wan'er didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately drove to the Leng family villa.
Coldly, she went downstairs and pulled Mo Wan'er into her room.
mowanerWhat happened? Call me here in such a hurry.
Leng Dian didn't say anything, just pointed to the bowl of chicken soup on the table.
Mo Wan'er walked over and took a glance before realizing that the chicken soup was wrong.
mowanerWhat the hell is going on here?
lengqingjueI don't know ...
The cold voice became lower and lower, because she began to doubt her father.
Mo Wan'er looked at Leng Qingjue's pale face and was very worried.
mowanerI'm not going back tonight, I'll stay with you.
Leng Qingjue took the initiative to hold Mo Wan'er's hand, her fingertips were shaking.
lengqingjueThank you, Wan'er.
mowanerThank you, thank you, we are good friends!
