Such unconscious words can best reflect the true inner thoughts.
When others chase his wife, he also chases his wife.
Why is his road to chasing his wife so bumpy?
[Then you come to me after dinner. 】
[I may have to accompany my mother, let's talk about it then. 】
The prince Xi Gu was depressed, and he responded to that sentence, and he might not be his own when he got married.
[That night, I will pick you up at dinner and go home after dinner. 】
Ling Weifeng thought for a while, 【Xihuang, I'm staying with my mother tonight. 】
Now the prince Xi didn't calm down anymore, he tolerated if his wife didn't accompany him to dinner, and now he went straight to his natal house.
This can't work!
[Wife, we haven't seen you for so long, don't you miss me? I miss you very much. 】
Ling Weifeng, "..."
Didn’t you just meet you last night? It's been less than twelve hours. How do you call it a long time?
"Who is chatting with?"
Ling Yiyong took all the dim sum apart, and when he turned around, he saw Ling Weifeng's speechless expression.
"a friend."
Ling Weifeng put the phone away with some guilty conscience.
She always felt that something was wrong about marrying herself secretly behind her family.
Dare to say it.
Forget it, wait a minute.
As a result, the young master Xi Huang was in a tragedy, and he could not wait for information about his wife.
Don't mention how depressed.
"Eat something first. Dad has something to deal with. I'll take you to dinner later."
"Ok."
"Xiao Feng, don't you have anything to ask Dad."
Ling Weifeng blinked, his cheeks bulging from chewing, very cute.
With a bit of ignorance, "Ask what."
"Just now Mengxi said about the transfer of accounts."
Ling Weifeng licked his lips and said indifferently, "Grandpa doesn't want me anymore, can you guess it."
The exposure of her identity meant that she would be kicked out of Ling's house, something she had known for a long time.
Therefore, she has always been small for fear of revealing her identity.
It just doesn't matter now.
She has had enough of that home and doesn't want her mother to be wronged there anymore.
This indifferent tone made Ling Yiyong's heart cruel.
Reached out and touched her head affectionately, "Grandpa is just righteous and won't really want you."
After a pause, he said, "You still have father and mother."
Ling Weifeng dismissed his first half sentence.
This kind of grandpa is rare.
It is not that she is not filial, but that this kind of person who only has interests and no affection in his eyes is not worth her filial piety.
However, the second half of the sentence still warmed her heart.
Ling Yiyong processed several important documents as quickly as possible, and then took Ling Weifeng back to the Mid-Levels Villa.
When I walked into the hall, I saw Sister Liu directing the servant to clean the house.
Although it has been almost cleaned up, it can still be seen that it has been smashed a bit hard before.
Many furnishings and antiques in the house were smashed.
Even a corner of the TV was smashed into a dent.
"What's going on." Ling Yiyong twisted his eyebrows.
Sister Liu hurried up, "Sir, miss, it's wife."
"What's wrong with my mother." Ling Weifeng said suddenly.
"Don't worry Miss, Mrs. is okay, but her mood is not very good."
"Where is she."
"In the room."
Ling Weifeng rushed upstairs like a gust of wind.
How could this happen? At the press conference, Dad always addressed their mother and daughter, and he also disclosed his will.
Shouldn't her mother be happy? How could she be so angry that she destroyed the house.