It's night.

The Holy Temple.

Laifu stared at the man in the snow-colored robe in the room, and his tone was puzzled: "Didn't Your Highness say that you went to the academy to cultivate a relationship with Miss Leng, why did you come back so quickly, and you are still silent until now." ”

Regarding His Highness's choice of Miss Leng as his wife, he really didn't understand.

Obviously, at the beginning, His Royal Highness also instructed them to stay away from Miss Leng.

Lai Kao took the dinner brought by the believers, walked into the main hall, arranged the meal, and softly shouted "Your Highness".

Shen Lichuan didn't hear it.

In front of him, Leng Mingyue's extremely indifferent eyes were still in front of him, and the soft sweet touch on his lips didn't seem to have disappeared.

In the past, he would not have imagined that one day he would use coercion to immobilize a woman and then insult her.

It's inferior.

He closed his eyes, a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

"Your Highness." Standing beside the man, his face was paralyzed and expressionless: "Can your subordinates ask you, why did you insist on choosing Miss Leng to cultivate the so-called relationship?" ”

The man's face flashed with an incomprehensible complexity.

"In your eyes, what is Miss Leng?" Sharp words of trouble:

"Is it a blood storage Gu that can prevent ghosting, or an obedient secret keeper, or just a graceful woman for you to relieve the needs of the male **."

The man opened his eyes suddenly, and the cold wind was like a blade.

"My subordinates admit that there is no better man in the Wind Breath Continent than you, but do you really think that Miss Leng will like you because of this, and the supreme honor you have brought her?"

The disaster will not go away, and it will hit the nail on the head.

His Royal Highness's iron tree is blooming, which is gratifying.

But the object of flowering, not quite suitable.

Shen Lichuan's cold eyes became deeper and deeper, thinking of the scene where she protected him on Qingyun Street, and her clever smile in front of the lover.

In the end, it stopped in her mind, or she rejected his indifferent eyes.

"It's not blood, it's not secrets, it's not about desires."

Stripped of all, what he wanted, was herself.

For twenty-five years, the first woman who did not want to give it to someone else.

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The night passed quickly, Leng Huaijin, Shen Zichen and Leng Huayan rushed to Dijing Academy early, and Leng Mingyue slept lazily.

She has no classes today.

When she woke up, Leng Qinglan held the red invitation with a reluctant face:

Before Leng Huayan left, she said that she wanted to hold a banquet to meet the major proprietors who knew Qingfeng Firm, and by the way, announced the news of her return to Lengfu.

If it weren't for his niece's dislike of being high-profile, where would it be Leng Huayan's turn to do this!

"Yes." Leng Mingyue shrugged.

The invitation was immediately distributed, and in a morning's effort, the three words "Leng Huayan" resounded throughout the business community of Dijing.

Leng Mingyue's existence made everyone almost forget one thing: the true successor of Qingfeng Business has not returned.

Now that Leng Huayan is back, everyone has to be curious.

"What does Leng Huayan look like, is there any cultivation? It won't be the second Leng Mingyue, right? ”

"I heard that Leng Qinglan and they especially love Leng Mingyue, now that the eldest lady is back, will they still spoil her?"

Wuwei Restaurant, Leng Mingyue just wanted to observe the situation in the store, and Song Santian came over in a daze.

"Miss Tang, let's say okay first, I don't do things with Leng Huayan.

If the Leng family leaves you aside because of Leng Huayan, I will definitely be the first to resign and not do it! ”

Song Sandian didn't know Leng Mingyue's true identity.

Leng Mingyue raised her eyebrows, and at this time, there was a bang from upstairs, and the sound of the wine jar smashing on the ground.

"Bring the wine!" So says the person above.

This voice Leng Mingyue is a little familiar, it seems to be Lu Chengyu, the unlucky child of the Prime Minister's family.

I haven't seen you for a few days.