Cold young chasing his wife has a deep routine

Chapter 698 It's just that he didn't tell the truth
Yin Luo, turned around and sat back in front of Mr. Leng, with a coquettish expression on his face: "Grandpa, don't get me wrong, I just thought that I had to go back to China after all, and I am not familiar with China, I just hope Brother Chengtian can accompany me around, I never thought that Brother Chengtian would not satisfy me with such a small wish, so Yinyin really doesn't like him that much?"

How could Mr. Leng not know Triumph's heart, but he didn't tell the truth.

And he also meant to help Triumph. Now that the two are comrades-in-arms on the same front, they naturally cherish each other.

"Good boy, it's all my fault that grandpa failed to help you take care of Chengtian. Who knew that he had such a righteous idea, that he would get married when he said he would get married, and even an old man like me was deceived by him. Grandpa can't do anything about it, but you believe in grandpa. , Grandpa doesn't like that either, of course, Grandpa watched you grow up, and still hopes that you can be with Chengtian."

"Really? Does grandpa really think so?" Triumph's eyes shone brightly, and she wished she could hug old man Leng for two more circles with joy.

At first, she thought that the old man was hiding the truth from her, and she had no hope at all, but only then did she realize that she still had an ally.

The old man Leng of the Leng family is the head of the house, and if the head of the house says a word, she doesn't believe that she can't win brother Chengtian's heart back.

Besides, she didn't take An Ran seriously at all.

It's just a low-level screenwriter who made some low-level scenes.

Compared with her international supermodel, she is still far behind.

They are like clouds and mud.

One is where all the people in the sky look up to.

One is the filth trampled underfoot by others.

Looking at the deserted street and the few pedestrians, An Ran frowned and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Did he really take her back to An's house?
For the new year, she didn't want to make things difficult for herself.

"Go home." Leng Chengtian replied calmly, his eyes fell on An Ran's face, so soft that he could drip water.

"Go home!" An Ran repeated, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"You mean our villa?" It's been a long time since she went back, and she wanted to die for the familiar big bed.

But it was strange to say that she recognized the bed and couldn't sleep for several days after changing the bed.

But she slept very soundly on the first day she arrived in the old house, and she slept well every day after that. As long as her man didn't torment her, she almost always had a good night's sleep.

Could it be that her bed problem has been cured?

Not knowing what An Ran was thinking, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and Leng Chengtian's mind flickered when she saw it.

It would be great if my girl could smile like this every day!

The car slammed on the brakes, and An Ran fell forward unsteadily.

The man stretched out his arms to hug An Ran, preventing her from having intimate contact with the front seat.

"What's going on?" Leng Chengtian's voice was stern and worried.

The driver's hairs stood on end in fright, and he hurriedly explained: "Miss Tingting, it seems to be Miss Tingting."

Tingting?

Shouldn't it be in the old house?
A question mark popped up in An Ran's mind, and it was wiped out immediately.

Because after the ancestor worship, she didn't see Tingting at all. Could it be that the girl left after the ancestor worship?
Why is it here at this moment?
Before An Ran could figure it out, Leng Chengtian opened the door and got out of the car, and stretched out his hand decisively and skillfully, his chic and handsome appearance made An Ran's little heart thump and pound.

At this time, there were very few pedestrians on the street, because a large number of migrant workers returned to their hometowns during the Chinese New Year, causing the bustling city to be deserted almost overnight.

Therefore, if there is a car across the street, it will not attract anyone's attention.

In front of the car, the man held Leng Tingting's hand, his cold and decisive attitude made people afraid.

(End of this chapter)