Luo Qingxue let go of Leng Yunting, he squatted on the ground and rubbed his ears that were twisted by his wife, he was very unimaged, but his tone was as serious as ever: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Leng, there is an invitation letter sent to you, please accept it. ”

Invitations?

Leng Yunting stood up and looked at Luo Qingxue, she also looked at him, expressing her doubts.

"What invitation?"

"It's from the Lee family in Singapore. ”

Leng Yunting was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Come in." ”

It was an employee of the Leng Group who came in, and as soon as he entered the door, he respectfully handed over a very beautiful envelope with incense.

"This afternoon, the employees of Lee's in Singapore delivered it to our manager and named it for you. ”

In front of outsiders, Leng Yunting is still very majestic, and he does not have the pity of being bullied by his wife and son at home. His face was calm, he took the envelope, and threw it aside without looking at it: "Got it." Is there anything else?"

The man replied respectfully: "The people of the Li family also asked you when you would arrive, and if you wanted to go, they would arrange everything and come to pick you up." ”

"Hmm. Leng Yunting pretended to have an unfathomable expression, "Got it, you go out." ”

As soon as the man left, Leng Yunting immediately unsealed his iceberg face very undisciplinedly, ran over and picked up the envelope, and handed it to his wife as if flattering, which looked quite like a big-tailed wolf wagging his tail: "Qingxue, take a look." ”

Uncle Luo Qingxue took the letter as usual, just opened it, and saw that it was written in beautiful fonts, both Chinese and English:

"Mr. Leng Yunting:

The 28th of this month is the 80th birthday of Li Changfeng, Chairman of Singapore's Lee Group, and you and your family are cordially invited to attend. A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year. ”

The following inscription is "Li Jingsi".

"Li Jingsi, isn't this the bastard who wants to kill Xiaobao?" Leng Yunting glanced at the name, immediately looked at Luo Qingxue, and then at Xiaobao.

Leng Xiaobao couldn't figure out the situation, but when he heard the bad guy say that someone wanted to kill him, he immediately pricked up his ears and frowned: "Which bad guy is it?

Luo Qingxue didn't answer his son, just looked at Leng Yunting, he touched the little guy's head, and then shook his head: "Needless to say, naturally I won't go." ”

Joke, you drugged my pregnant wife, almost killed my son, and you want us to celebrate your father's birthday?