Chapter 772

She stood in front of the sofa, trying to pull the cold hand, but she easily dodged. Originally the facial expression is not good, at this time lengling's eye color is more dark many.

"Hospitality? I think you should ask your daughter what it means to come here uninvited and abduct my Xiaoxiao. I didn't throw her out directly. It's on your face! "

The old man was so angry by Leng Ling's words that he didn't have any scruples.

She couldn't help getting angry when she was so taunted.

Looking at her obstinate daughter, she turned to the old man again. The last smile at the corner of her mouth did not know that it changed. A cold look climbed up the end of her eyes, which made her look noble and inviolable.

"You can't even manage your people. Why do you say my daughter is not?"

She denounces angrily, and the stubbornness repressed by Xiao Lao's deterrence is completely released in front of her daughter.

"Mr. Xiao, don't think that was unknown. You are not the only one who knows the truth

She colded the corner of her lips and continued, "you are protecting her in every way now, not because you are ashamed of the past? Oh! I would like to know if she knew the reason why she was spoiled, would she be willing to return to Xiao's house? "

Xiao's face suddenly turned cold and shocked her.

And cold rain is to turn his head, looking at the back of the mother in front of the body, a trace of doubt slowly climbed into the heart.

After being shocked, Xiao Zhenhai is obviously interested in killing, which makes even the comprehensive cold rain which has been protected by lengling shiver.

He looked at her like this, weird and frightening.

As for what she had just said, she said no more. Just the sweat at the temples revealed her tension and fear at this time.

The air seemed to condense at this moment, the whole room was quiet, even a needle could hear the jingle.

Silence, like a poisonous snake, sits in front of everyone and makes them dare not breathe.

Old Zhou Shi in Xiao Zhenhai's side, drooping his head, no one saw his eyes at this time flash a touch of complexity.

Leng Ling stares at Xiao Zhenhai's expression, even his eyebrows tremble. She is eager to let the old man let go of her words and let them go safely.

She was very clear in her heart, how big the gap between herself and the old man was. Even if she was on top of all the bodyguards, as long as the old man wanted her life, it was easy.

All she could rely on was his affection for his mother. If the old man didn't care about the past affection, he would not indulge himself in this way.

As time goes by, you can even hear the sound of the clock and the second hand turning, frame by frame, like slow motion.

The atmosphere arrow pulls out, lengling endure the sight in front of her, glares back more ferociously, and looks very aggressive.

People outside because of the atmosphere inside the house and ready to move, but because of the attitude of the two people did not show, they did not dare to move.

After waiting for a while, Lao Zhou suddenly raised his head and kept lifting it on his wrist. But just had the movement, but by the old man wave to stop.

Those old Zhou's men couldn't help but stay outside the door and dare not take another step.

"You go out first." Xiao Zhenhai pointed to the door and said to Lao Zhou.

His anger gradually calmed down in the silence, with a profound vision, light looking at everything in front of him.

Lao Zhou nodded back and isolated everything in the house behind the closed wooden door.

When there were only three of them left in the open living room, the old man walked slowly to the window sill. Looking at a meter of sunshine outside the room, I sighed.

For the past, he has too many faults to make up. As lengling said, he really owes Gu Xiaoxiao.

When his mind calmed down a little, he turned back again, facing lengling, and said: "Xiaoxiao is my old comrade in arms, my brother's granddaughter of Gu enshan."

Mention Gu enshan's name, his eye with a bit of reminiscence, "even if there is no later those things, I have always regarded her as a granddaughter to love."

Speaking of this, he looked at the silent cold rain, and then waved his hand tired.

"You go! I won't ask you any more about Xiaoxiao's whereabouts. "

Seeing that the old man didn't look like a fake, Leng Ling was relieved, and then looked at her daughter again.

This time, she didn't need to say much. The cold rain started directly. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked out the door.

Leng Ling looked at her back, helpless sigh. From behind came Xiao Zhenhai's leisurely voice, which made her body suddenly burst for a while.

"It's true that I've been influenced by her. I'm stubborn."

It's like sighing and feeling. The tone of the old man's voice is light. Lengling looks back and looks at the old man by the window. She feels extremely lonely.