Charlotte suspected right, Leng Shaoheng is deliberately angry away her.

But not only because I don't want to answer the pink star's question, but also because I don't want to share a room with her. It's really disgusting to look at that fake face.

As soon as she left, the dining room was as cold as before.

Leng Yuwen looks at Leng Shaoheng, who has no expression on his face.

"I don't care whether you like Charlotte or not, your wife in this life can only be her. As for Shen Qingqing, you'd better not even think about it. I can't allow her to enter the cold house."

As a prosperous president, the wife he marries must be a woman who helps him to stabilize and develop his career, not a woman who is useless but a drag on him.

Even if there is a cold word among them, there is no room for discussion.

"Shen Qingqing and I have broken up. Don't mention her in front of me in the future except for things related to Mo mo." Leng Shaoheng gets up and leaves.

Leng Yuwen looked at his back and hummed coldly. His anger was hard to calm.

"A good meal is becoming more and more boring." He was so angry that he slapped the table hard.

Leng Shaoheng went upstairs without stopping.

On the surface, Leng Yuwen didn't care about his reaction, but in fact, he was peeking at him with the light from the corner of his eye.

When he clearly saw that Leng Shaoheng was indifferent to his words, he blocked his chest and couldn't find an excuse to vent. For a moment, his temper was pushed to the top of his head, but he could only stifle it.

Maybe people will become more and more like children when they get old. Even successful people like Yu Wen, who has been at the top of the food chain, are no exception.

Xiaolin in the side to see is distressed and funny, "old man, big little constant these days in a bad mood."

She didn't dare to say, because she had to take care of the old man's face, lest he knew that she accidentally saw through his mind and couldn't hang on to his face.

But who is Leng Yuwen? How could he not realize that Xiaolin was speaking for Leng Shaoheng, but was actually comforting him?

But he will never say anything.

"I'll go outside and have a cool." With that, Leng Yuwen went out of the yard with his hands on his back.

Xiaolin didn't follow and quietly cleared the table.

Looking at the dishes that hadn't been touched much, I couldn't help shaking my head. I wish the young master was at home. He liked her Coke chicken wings best.

Because Coke is not good for children's health, even if you like it, you can't eat it often, at most once a month.

Every time I make Coke chicken wings, I would like to eat them all, if Leng Shaoheng allowed.

Today, I heard that the old man went to see Shen Qingqing. She thought she would bring the young master back. He must have cried bitterly if he didn't want to leave Shen Qingqing. She made this dish to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qingqing is quite powerful. Even the old man himself failed to return the cold words.

Thinking of this, she added another point to Shen Qingqing's favor.

Shen Qingqing and lengyanmo, who are far away in Tianjiao community, sneeze one after another.

After the fight, they looked at each other and laughed.

Shen Qingqing touched his itchy nose and said, "who is thinking about us?"

"It must be dad." Cold words and ink are also very fast.

Words fall, two people are one Leng, then very tacit ground did not mention again, bow silent gnaw chicken wing.

This is what Mo Mo ordered to eat yesterday. Shen Qingqing learned to make it according to the recipe.

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