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After settling down, she noticed that her brother didn't seem to have come out of the study.

Tong Lu made a cup of tea and carried it upstairs, wanting to send it to the study. I don't know what her brother wants the video to do, maybe there is a misunderstanding in this video? If there is really a misunderstanding, then it is also a relief for Wanwan, right?

The other side.

Leng Yejin put away his mobile phone, leaned under a tree, staring at the person in front of him, he lay on the rattan chair, flipping through a book casually, leisurely looking, on the rattan table on the left hand side of the tea he had just brewed, a comfortable posture, only a little condensed Sichuan characters between the eyebrows, showing his dissatisfaction with today's trip.

Leng Ye took out his mobile phone and recorded this scene.

The man in front of him, every move, every shape, even if he is cold and careful, it is difficult to distinguish the person in front of him from himself, he usually drinks tea with some small movements, the little thumb will be slightly curved, the person in front of him, the little finger is also slightly curved, the degree of imitation of him seems to have penetrated into the depths of the soul, to the point of being fake.

Such an imitation that goes deep into the bone marrow is absolutely impossible to cultivate without three or five years, and this person is estimated to have already regarded him as himself, imitating him from the bones to the point of pure affection.

From the bottom of Leng Yejing's heart, a deep chill once again appeared, if such a person intends to replace himself, I am afraid that even the people close to him will not be able to distinguish it. At that moment, Leng Yejin's heart was heavy and breathless.

Because a conjecture flashed through his mind, and it was also the one he was most unwilling and unacceptable.

No way!

His mind, in the next moment, directly denied this conjecture.

Turn around, stride away, get as far away as you can, and return to the Leng Mansion.

"Jin Shao, why have you been here for so long?"

"Something happened."

Leng Ye tried his best to keep this calm, and turned his face slightly to look at Secretary Yu, the gaze of his eyes made people worry.

Secretary Yu couldn't help but tremble, and was a little shocked. "Jin Shao, why are you looking at me like this?"

"It's nothing, you go out."

He doesn't know who he can trust and who can't be trusted now, but Secretary Yu is his confidant, and it is impossible to betray him, so he left himself in the office in the cold night, the chair turned, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

The setting sun spitted gold, shining on his face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, imprinting the dangerous darkness that burst out of his eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes, his hand pressed his eyebrows, and emptied his brain.

After a long time, he left the office, walked out into the street, and made an international call from a pay phone.

"What are you doing? …… Do me a little favor and lend me somebody. …… Yes, all of his men are dead! ”

"How can I lend it to you, I am now unofficial and light, I am retiring, and I don't have a single soldier under my hand."

The cold night was thin and his lips twitched, and the coldness on his face was lower than the temperature of this winter day: "To borrow or not to borrow?" Don't talk nonsense with me! ”

Lan Quan on the other end of the phone took a sip: "Have you taken gunpowder in the cold night?" You actually burst into foul language with me, are you begging so much? Others beg people like grandsons, and you ask people to make me look like grandsons, borrow and borrow, say what's the matter? ”

Leng Yejin's face was gloomy, and he snorted: "As your son's future father-in-law, I asked you to borrow someone, because I can afford you!" ”

"Sleep! Trough! Lan Quan wanted to hang up the phone directly: "My son is only six years old, who wants to give him a baby?" ”