"Say no to move! It's our home, so don't move."
Lin Xiaomi has already thought of a thousand ways to show affection in her heart, and she plans to follow Leng Yihuang to the company and check the Internet to see if there is any trick!
...
After Leng Yihuang and the others left, Wang Rui felt a little lost. She wondered if there was any point in doing so.
She can't always overcome this hurdle in her heart. After all, Leng Yihuang is her first man. She has been with him for so many years, and even took care of Leng Junlin for so long. Why can Lin Xiaomi do nothing? Get all his favors.
But she was abandoned like a shoe.
She is really not reconciled!
Leng Shaoyang saw all her reactions in his eyes, his eyes darkened, poured her a glass of milk, and asked lightly: "What's the matter, are you in a bad mood?"
Wang Rui was startled, and quickly shook her head: "No."
"Then eat quickly, and I have to serve tea to my grandparents later."
"Um."
Except for Leng Yihuang's family, Leng Bai's family went to the main building in the morning.
Tea was served, and Leng Aotian and Yin Xuerui's family gave a big red envelope.
Yin Xuerui lovingly took Wang Rui's hand and said, "Take the time, it's best to give me another grandson this year."
Leng Shaoyang nodded: "Don't worry, grandma, I will work hard."
His shameless words made Yin Xuerui smile all over her face.
Wang Rui blushed and glanced at him, thinking, he really dared to agree!
"After you become a family, you are no longer a child. You must be more stable in your work in the future. Grandpa is optimistic about you, you know?" Leng Aotian also instructed a few words.
But this seemingly inadvertent instruction from the elder made Leng Bai's face even more ugly.
After leaving the presidential palace, in the car, Leng Bai looked at Leng Xingye displeasedly: "When will you bring me a daughter-in-law back! Even if you can't get married right away, you should at least have a girlfriend!"
Leng Xingye said indifferently: "I have a girlfriend, didn't you let me take it home?"
When Leng Bai heard this, he was furious: "That little star? What kind of girlfriend is she! I don't care what you do in private, but next month, next month at the latest, you must bring me back a girlfriend who is well-matched, otherwise , you marry Miss Yang for me."
When Leng Xingye heard this, his face also changed.
"That ugly monster of the Yang family? If you like it, you can marry yourself."
"You bastard! Are you talking in human terms? Look at Leng Shaoyang! Marrying the daughter of the Wang family, how many resources in the government affairs department will you have for nothing? You will give people a more stable feeling when you become a family. In front of your grandpa, you are more valued! Otherwise, both of us, father and son, are waiting to be trampled under by Leng Shaoyang!"
The car parked steadily in the parking lot of the government affairs hall, Leng Bai slammed the door angrily.
I was very restless.
He faintly felt that his position was about to be lost, he always knew that Leng Aotian was not optimistic about his only son inheriting the throne.
From the current point of view, the most likely one is Leng Shaoyang.
But now, he has another Wang family to support.
Leng Aotian is getting more and more heavy on him, this is really not a good thing.
But his only son is still not up to date!
Leng Bai entered the office angrily, unable to calm down no matter what.
His temples throbbed, he suffered from insomnia for several nights, and his whole body became more and more irritable.
The door of the office was knocked from outside, he suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Come in!"
"Minister Leng, your coffee."
Leng Bai gave a "hmm" and waved his hand to let the other party back out.
But not long after, a soft cool feeling came from the temple, accompanied by a pleasant fragrance.
Startled, Leng Bai quickly opened his eyes and sat up straight: "Who?"
Wu Fangfei withdrew her hand in panic: "I'm sorry, Minister, did I scare you? I'm really sorry, I just saw that you seem to have a headache. I learned massage when I was young, so I want to give you a massage. Didn't expect to scare you... ”
The girl in front of her panicked like an elk lost in the forest.
The act of rubbing the corners of his clothes when he was nervous made him a little dazed, and the face that was originally similar seemed to overlap with someone in his memory for a moment.
"It's okay, you go out."
Wu Fangfei nodded, and hesitated when she stepped forward: "Minister, I think you are really uncomfortable, why don't you let me rub it for you, maybe you will feel better."
Leng Bai hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
The girl's fingers are very soft, gently massaging her temples. The fragrance on her body is not like those strong but boring perfumes, but like... the most common shower gel from more than ten years ago.
The tiredness on my body seemed to disappear in an instant.
Leng Bai even fell into a drowsy sleep under her massage, he didn't even know when she quit.
When he woke up again, he was a little nostalgic for the touch of his forehead. He ran his fingertips across it, put it to his nose and sniffed it, as if he could still smell the nice aroma.
When Leng Bai is usually restless, he likes to practice calligraphy the most.
But today he practiced calligraphy because he was in a good mood.
Wu Fangfei is a newcomer, and the job handed to her will not be any important job, and now it is more like a handyman in the office.
According to Leng Bai's preference, she made a pot of tea for him and brought it in at around ten thirty in the morning.
"Minister, your tea."
Leng Bai nodded, and looked at her with a gentle smile: "By the way, thank you very much today, your technique is really good, I fell asleep before I knew it."
Wu Fangfei's eyes lit up, and she seemed very happy to be praised by him: "It's nothing, if you feel uncomfortable in the future, you can call me anytime."
"Then don't I want to pay you double salary?"
Wu Fangfei quickly waved her hand: "No, no, please don't, if you really want to thank me, why don't you send me a copy of your words?"
Leng Bai did not expect that she would make this request: "Do you like to write calligraphy?"
Wu Fangfei nodded embarrassingly: "But I can't write well, your handwriting is very beautiful, but don't worry, I won't sell your handwriting."
Leng Bai was taken aback, then amused by her foolish appearance and smiled heartily.
"Actually, writing brush characters is not difficult. Since I have accepted your favor, I have to guide you."
Standing behind Wu Fangfei, Leng Bai held her soft and small hand and taught her stroke by stroke on the rice paper.
He had no other thoughts at first, but when he found Wu Fangfei in his arms, his face was flushed with shame, and even the roots of his ears were red.
The corners of the woman's mouth raised slightly, her eyes sparkled, as if he saw the purest and most beautiful woman from more than 30 years ago.
"Dad!" The office door suddenly opened from the outside, and Leng Xingye looked at the two overlapping people in surprise: "What are you doing!"