Chapter 128

Cold home.

Leng Lingfeng, who was severely kicked by Nian in early summer, stayed in the hospital all day and night before he came back.

Fortunately, that important part was not hurt, otherwise it would be really cool.

As soon as I came back, I saw a large table of hot and fragrant dishes in front of the table.

Leng Lingfeng opened his chair and sat down at the table.

His livid face improved slightly when he saw a table of food.

"That woman knows how to hurt me, and she knows how to make a table for me."

He picked up the chopsticks set aside. When he was just ready to take off the chopsticks, suddenly, a slender jade hand stretched out and firmly grasped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Leng Lingfeng, this table is not for you."

At the beginning of summer, Nian stood beside him and stopped his movement, saying coldly.

Leng Lingfeng frowned: "did I say that? Even if it is not prepared for me, as long as there is a place where I am, I have the right to enjoy and use it first. Others can only eat the rest of me. "

"That's the rule of your cold family." She retorted directly.

He also replied impolitely, "don't forget that you are also a cold family now."

Hearing this, Nian's hand holding chopsticks at the beginning of summer couldn't help pausing, and his voice seemed to be a little low.

"Soon, not anymore."

Leng Lingfeng frowned when he heard this: "what?"

At the beginning of summer, Nian raised her eyes again and looked at the man opposite. She took a deep breath. All the hostility in her eyes disappeared, leaving only seriousness.

"Young master, I beg you, can you?"

She looked at him seriously, and her eyes seemed to twinkle and roll with a little crystal tears.

Leng Lingfeng was stunned. He came to Leng's house for more than half a month. It seemed that this was the first time he saw Nian show weakness to him in early summer.

When he saw the tears rolling in her eyes, his heart did not know how, but was slightly involved.

Pretending to be unhappy, he threw his chopsticks on the table, stood up and sat on the sofa.

"Women are trouble."

Early summer Nian sat quietly at the table and rearranged a bowl and chopsticks.

In front of a table, there are about a dozen dishes, including chicken, fish, duck and all kinds of delicious food.

She didn't say a word, so she kept looking at the dishes in front of her, as if she was waiting for something.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Leng Jiting returned to Leng's house in a wheelchair.

Seeing Leng Jiting coming back, Nian stood up at the beginning of summer: "second young master..."

"Something to say tomorrow."

Leng Jiting coldly rejected her and didn't even listen to what she wanted to say.

At the beginning of summer, Nian walked in front of him and put his hands directly on the wheelchair to block him.

"This matter can't wait until tomorrow."

Looking at the woman's firm appearance, Leng Jiting was silent for a long time: "what's the matter?"

She looked at the dishes on a large table not far away: "eat with me. I prepared all the dishes on this table for you."

"No, I ate outside."

Leng Jiting refused again.

At the beginning of summer, Nian's hand insisted on holding on to the handrail in front of him. It seemed that she didn't intend to let him leave at all.

"Second young master, this is my last request."

Hearing this, he couldn't help raising his puzzled cold eyes. Then he pushed his wheelchair and sat at the table.

The hall was soon empty, leaving only Xia chunian and Leng Jiting.

At the beginning of summer, Nian kept holding dishes in Leng Jiting's bowl.

"Second young master, I prepared these for you. You can eat more. If you really can't eat it, forget it. "

Leng Jiting never moved his chopsticks and looked at the woman in front of him calmly.

If not at the critical moment, he really wanted to come forward and hold the woman in front of him and tell her how much he missed her.

At the beginning of summer, Nian also picked up chopsticks, ate with light wind and clouds, and then carried it carelessly.

"Second young master, do you remember the deal we made when we first got married?"

Leng Jiting ate the food in front of him and responded faintly: "HMM."

She showed a faint smile: "maybe I don't need six months. Now, it's enough."

It took her only three months to finish her plan.

Leng Jiting seemed to realize what she wanted to say, so he raised his head and looked at her.

Seems to be waiting for her to speak.

At the beginning of summer, Nian gradually put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand back on the table, and then smiled: "second young master, now your goal has been achieved, and you have successfully washed white. And my plan has also succeeded. I think our transaction should be over. "

"Leng Jiting, let's divorce."

The last sentence, like a loud thunder, exploded on Leng Jiting's head.

Leng Jiting was stunned on the spot. He couldn't return to God for a long time. He seemed unable to believe what he heard.

"What are you talking about?"

This was the first time she called him by name, but she said divorce.

At the beginning of summer, it seems that there is no expression on the surface, and it is calm like a robot without any emotion.

She repeated what she had just said again: "Leng Jiting, let's divorce."

"You want to divorce me?"

Leng Jiting slapped his palm on the table.

The dishes and chopsticks on the table fell with his heavy slap, and they also fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

"Well, I want to divorce you."

In the face of men's anger, she seemed particularly calm without the slightest fear.

Leng Jiting pulled the woman in front of her and clamped her chin tightly.

Tighten slightly and pinch it on it.

"Do you know how many women want to climb up to where you are now?"

At the beginning of summer, Nian just felt as if his chin was going to be crushed and endured the pain: "if others think, it doesn't mean I want to."

"Are you afraid of death when you tell me about divorce?"

Leng Jiting's eyes were throbbing with angry red light, as if a blood swam in his eyes.

The veins on his forehead rose in anger, just like a walking King of hell.

"I'm afraid of death, of course, but even if I'm afraid, I'll divorce you."

The woman silk fearlessly looked into his cold eyes, full of firm light.

It was the firm light in women's eyes that attracted him most in the past. At this time, in his eyes, it became the sharpest blade and hurt his pretended cold heart.

Leng Jiting's cold eyes twinkled with a faint cold light: "read at the beginning of summer, if you die, I won't divorce you. Today, I think I haven't heard anything. "

He shook her chin off. "In the future, don't mention it again."