Leng Qianxing entered the room through the back door, he went straight to the small bar, took a bottle of aged Remy Martin from the top cabinet, and poured a glass.

He sat down at the bar and took a long sip of his wine.

Aged wine, not diluted with ice, mellow and intense, choking.

However, for Leng Qianxing at this time, it was an excellent tranquilizer.

He has encountered many tricky things, especially in the mall, and he can handle them with ease. However, recently he encountered the biggest problem in his life, he couldn't keep his characteristic calm in front of a little girl, and he couldn't accurately convey his thoughts to the other party.

He thought it was okay, but in exchange for her surprise, confusion, confusion and doubt.

So many women wanted to get close to him, trying their best to please him, and it was one thing for her not to be him. If she had allowed, she would have stayed away from him, forgetting all about that night and him.

Perhaps, he was a stain on her life, and he was drugged and forced to have a relationship with him...... No matter how you put it, it will not be a good memory.

Leng Qianxing felt a heartache, for her and for herself.

With a glass of liquor in his stomach, he regained his usual demeanor.

He went to the third floor to say goodnight to his mother, which was the custom at home.

Mrs. Leng was leaning on the bed at this time, looking through a thick photo album. Her eyes lingered on a photograph from two years ago, when Mr. Leng was still alive, but his body was close to exhaustion, and he could only rely on a wheelchair and hanging medicine to move outside for a short time.

Mrs. Leng would personally push him for a walk in the garden, and when she was tired, she would sit next to him, accompany him to watch the flowers and plants, and talk about the past.

This photo was taken by the housekeeper Karachi on his mobile phone.

It was on that sunny afternoon that Mr. Leng closed his eyes forever in her gushing memories.

"Big liar!" Mrs. Leng scolded with tears in her eyes.

Leng Qianxing sat on the edge of the bed and gently held her mother's hand.

Just now, he was scolded like this by An Qin.

"I said that I would accompany me to the end, but I left alone early, without him, my whole person seemed to be hollowed out." Mrs. Leng misses Mr. Leng as much as she loves him, and a river of sadness engulfs her mercilessly.

"You still have me!" Leng Qianxing comforted her mother.

Mrs. Leng touched her son's face, the father and son were really alike, she seemed to see Mr. Leng when she was young, and remembered the picture when they first met.

"I should have given him a few more children, but my body is not angry, and my stomach has not moved since I had you. Which of your uncles' families is not a few of your children...... We are a big family, don't blame Mommy for being selfish and pinning her hopes on you. ”

"I can understand Mommy's feelings."

"You don't understand." Mrs. Leng was tired of listening to her son's perfunctory words, and she pinched her son's face unceremoniously, "You are twenty-six years old, and you don't even have a shadow of a girlfriend, when will I be able to hold my grandson?" You see, when your father says he falls, he falls, and when he says he goes, he leaves...... Life is impermanent, I'm afraid I'll just leave like that one day, and you...... The family's business has always been the eldest son, so I finally got over there to meet your father and have an explanation. ”

"Don't say those discouraged words, you will live a hundred years!"

"Your daddy is gone, why am I going to live so long?"

"Take your grandson! It's Mommy's credit that I'm so good, and the next generation still counts on your teaching. ”

Madame Leng flattened her mouth. "That's nice, you refused the marriage I arranged for you, and you didn't go home for so long, where did I get my grandson?"