"Are you finished?!" Steward Leng also felt that Wen Qi was too annoying.

"It's not over! Leng Qianchen! Come out of here! You have the ability to sprinkle, but you don't have the ability to come out to see me? Leng Qianchen?! Wen Qi said as she began to roar again!

"Can you stop spewing blood! When did my young master spill it! You, you, you! You're! "The cold housekeeper was really angry with Wen Qi!

But Wen Qicai didn't care, he continued to roar.

Steward Leng almost glared at Wen Qi angrily.

After a stalemate with each other for a long time, Butler Leng closed the door of the Yu family's mansion again.

But Wen Qi continued to roar.

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Steward Leng came to the door of the ancestral hall and whispered, "Leng Dashao, there are people outside the door who want to see you." ”

"Didn't you see that Young Master Ben was busy?" Leng Qianchen's voice coldly passed through the door of the ancestral hall and reached the outside of the house.

"But young master, he has been loudly slandering you, I just think that if you don't show up, I'm afraid it will be bad for your reputation." Steward Leng said in embarrassment.

"Does fame matter? I think how bad the reputation of the eldest lady of the Yu family was rumored at the beginning, but she was not as rumored. Leng Qianchen stood in front of the mural in the ancestral hall and said coldly.

"But young master, although you don't value this reputation, what will it be like in Shanqing City, but Old Man Leng's current body is not as healthy as before, so for the sake of Old Man Leng's body, you should also take care of this reputation." Butler Leng said earnestly.

And the Yu family ancestral hall, Leng Qianchen in the house, sighed heavily, and then opened the door from the house.

He said to the butler, "Then let's go and see what he wants to do!" ”

In Leng Qianchen's eyes, there were only pupils that were more indifferent than cold ice.

"Yes, young master." The cold butler bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and made a 'please' gesture. Wonderful Pen Court

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The gate of the Yu family's house.

Wen Qi was tired, he took out a bottle of water from the trunk of the car, unscrewed the lid, lifted the bottle, and almost drank it.

Just when Wen Qi was still enjoying a short break.

The door of the Yu family's mansion suddenly opened again.

Along with it, there was Leng Qianchen standing behind the cold butler.

"What are you doing here again?" Leng Qianchen held his hands in his pockets, arrogant and invincible.

"Naturally, I came to pick up my master and go back." Wen Qi put down the water bottle and said.

"But this is the Yu family, why talk about taking your master back, besides, your master is not here." Leng Qianchen walked down the steps slowly.

"Leng Dashao, don't be a fool and talk about dreams, who this master is, you and I know it, don't we?" Wen Qi smiled faintly.

"Oh? But Master Ben thinks that your master is just that zombie. "When Leng Qianchen said the word 'zombie', he almost finished grinding his back teeth.

"Leng Dashao, do you have to make things so clear?" Wen Qi reached out from the open window and probed the fireworks in her backpack as a signal.

"Wen Qi, I advise you to know the times, otherwise you will always have a tendon, and you will suffer." Leng Qianchen stared at Wen Qi with disdain.

His phoenix eyes were full of mockery.

"Leng Dashao, I don't understand what it means to be a person who knows the times, but I understand a truth." Wen Qi said.

"What?" Leng Qianchen asked rhetorically.

"The watermelon in your hand is never sweet." Wen Qi looked at Leng Qianchen confidently, her expression full of smiles.