The rich and powerful: the devil's chief entangles the cute wife

Chapter 795 You have no heart!

In the washroom:

Sheng Xia tremblingly spat out the hard object she had just bitten between her lips. It was a plastic bag with a white note inside.

His face changed slightly, who was sending the message to him, Sheng Xia quickly rinsed the plastic bag, then took out a towel to dry the outer surface, and pulled out the note inside.

Opening the note, the whole person is like a bolt from the blue!
Lang rides a bamboo horse to get around the bed to get green plums.

When Sheng Xia saw this line of verse, he murmured subconsciously: "You came here on a bamboo horse, picked green plums, and chased each other around the bed..."

Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart...

The scene with Wenchen at the beginning flashed quickly in my mind. This verse is also a verse between myself and Wenchen. Who is it?
In this world, except civil servants who would write such poems for themselves, no one else would do this at all!
Who is it?

Sheng Xia was trembling all over. He squatted down and stared at the vigorous and powerful strokes seriously. It was obviously Wen Chen's writing. Even if his writing was burned to ashes, he would recognize it.

Wen Chen!

Wen Chen!

Sheng Xia yelled from the bottom of her heart one sentence at a time, her little hands were tightly clenched in her palms, and she suddenly found that her palms were already dripping with blood, but she didn't seem to feel any pain.

A shocking thought was growing in his heart, and Sheng Xia covered her lips in panic.

Could it be that Wen Chen is not dead...

……

Leng Xiaojun saw the woman go in for a long time, his ink eyes were full of concern, he didn't care much, and wanted to open the door with a spare key, Sheng Xia already opened the door with the same expression and left.

The small face was appallingly pale, and the lips were even more pale and bloodless.

His eyes were red, as if he had cried!
Leng Xiaojun's expression tightened, and he hurried forward to hold the woman in his arms, and asked carefully about her condition.

"Is the durian cake not to your liking? Do you want to eat sour plum?"

"The little hands are so cold, it's summer, it shouldn't be so cold..."

"Do you need to go to the hospital? His face is ugly..."

Now Leng Xiaojun really knows why Leng Ran desperately does not want Mi Hui to have a second child. On the one hand, it stimulates the woman's memory, and on the other hand, this pregnancy is really exhausting.

From the perspective of morning sickness alone, all the food I ate was vomited out. A good-looking person is really suffering...

"Need not……"

"I'm fine..."

Sheng Xia's eyes dimmed, and she stretched out her small hand tremblingly to grab the corner of her clothes tightly, trying to restore her previous indifference as ice, looking at Durian Crisp not far away, and whispered: "Leng Xiaojun, go help Shall I buy sweet potatoes? I want to eat..."

Leng Xiaojun: "..."

Baked sweet potatoes are an extremely common food in J City, but in Paris, and it is still in summer, it is simply a fantasy.

But seeing the woman's beautiful eyes full of begging eyes, Leng Xiaojun's heart softened. He squatted down and murmured: "Wait for me in the room, I'll prepare..."

"Um……"

Sheng Xia squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth, seeing the man's concerned expression, he really wanted to stretch out his small hand and hold the man's big hand to question him.

Did he kill Wenchen with a single shot? Is Wenchen still alive...

The man's back disappeared from sight, and Sheng Xia walked to the dining table in a panic, and broke open the durian crisps one by one. Sure enough, there were two lines of poetry in each one.

Burst of the first recap, fold flower front drama.

Living together in Changganli, the two little ones have no suspicions,
Fourteen is a princely woman, and her shame hasn't escaped.

There are [-] durian cakes in total, which happens to be a song "Long Gan Xing?" by Jing Bai.The Concubine's Initial Repayment"...

The man's handwriting was impressively presented in front of him, and Sheng Xia's beautiful eyes were moist again, and he stretched out his little hand tremblingly to stir the mango pudding in front of him, and also found the transparent plastic bag.

Sheng Xia tremblingly opened the note in the mango pudding. The words inside made the tears in his eyes burst.

Girl, I'm back...

girl...

A girl in a boudoir also means a baby!
It is Wenchen's exclusive title for himself...

Sheng Xia happily fell down on the sofa, clutching the small note in front of him tightly, his whole body immersed in sorrow and joy, it's great, he really didn't die.

He is still alive, his civil servant, he is still alive...

Sheng Xia had already forgotten his words, and suddenly came back to his senses. He was still under Leng Xiaojun's control and surveillance, and quickly threw the note and plastic paper into the toilet and flushed them away.

His heart shrank slightly, and the pain was severe, but he had no choice but to not let Leng Xiaojun find out the slightest clue.

This man has always been a ghost, meticulous in every detail!
Sheng Xia squatted down in confusion, curled herself up into a small ball, and suddenly understood why Leng Xiaojun had brought him all the way to Paris.

I also know why I have been able to feel someone staring at me these two days!
Laughing dumbfounded, his little hands clenched into fists, Leng Xiaojun set up a trap, waiting for Wen Chen to throw himself into the trap!

……

An hour later, it was already 11 o'clock at night. Sheng Xia looked at the sweet potato handed to him by the man with a big hand, and was taken aback. It took him a while to realize that he wanted to eat roasted sweet potato.

In fact, it was just an excuse to let the man go away for a while, but I didn't expect the man to actually buy it, and he bought it back...

Paris is so big, I don’t know how many streets the man drove to buy sweet potatoes.

"Eat it while it's hot, it tastes good..."

Leng Xiaojun looked at the woman's pale face, and his heart was full of distress, but when his big hand was about to touch the woman's hair, he was taken aback by the woman's words.

"Sorry, I don't want to eat it now, I feel like vomiting when I see sweet potatoes..."

The point is, seeing Leng Xiaojun's trembling all over, Sheng Xia really wants to ask the man, if he turns a living person into a dead person, how does he bring the dead back to life!
Leng Xiaojun: "..."

Leng Xiaojun's face changed slightly, his long and narrow eyes narrowed, a dangerous light flashed across quietly, the corner of his mouth raised a sneer, the next moment, his big hand clasped the woman's delicate chin, and murmured.

"Midsummer, you are..."

"Yes, I did it on purpose..."

Leng Xiaojun: "..."

Leng Xiaojun's face darkened again, and his mother drove half of Paris, and finally found a Chinese-style specialty restaurant, and finally tossed out a roasted sweet potato. Originally, he wanted to amuse a woman's heart, but in the end, this woman wanted nothing. trampled on.

Is my sincerity so worthless in her eyes?

Leng Xiaojun used his big hand quickly, and Sheng Xia could feel his jaw hurt so badly that it was almost crushed by the man, the corners of his lips raised, and he squeezed out a sneer.

The two competed, and in the end it was Leng Xiaojun who was the first to let go, and he was with Shengxia. Although on the surface he did whatever he wanted, in the final analysis, he was the one who lost every time.

She just lost because she didn't love herself at all.

The big hand left the woman's white chin, and the woman's delicate chin was already red and swollen!
"Midsummer, you have no heart..."

(End of this chapter)