Genuine Wife and Slave: 108 Types of Love and Killing

Song Hongwei immediately threw the half-eaten apple in his hand to Li Wei, and he immediately lay down on the bed.

A second ago he was alive and well, but this second his face is already full of sickness.

This Song Lao, pretending to be sick can be regarded as a state of pretending!
Li Wei shook his head helplessly, and as soon as he turned around the door, he met Song Qingcheng who was rushing in, "Uncle Li, my grandfather..."

"Qingcheng is back, your grandfather...his condition has been brought under control, and he just took medicine and rested now!" Li Wei felt trembling with every word he uttered.

"Then, Grandpa's condition..." Song Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

"No..." Li Wei subconsciously wanted to say that it's okay, but when he thought of what Song Lao had said just now, he stepped on the brakes in time.

"what?"

Song Qingcheng grasped the key point in his sentence very sensitively.

"No, I mean your grandfather's physical condition is really bad, so Qingcheng, you must stop doing things that make Mr. Song angry, huh?"

"I see!" Song Qingcheng frowned, his face became more solemn.

Grandpa is seriously ill, which is the last thing she wants to hear, and Uncle Li said not to make grandpa angry, so how can she tell him that she doesn't want to marry Leng Jinyan?

"Qingcheng, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I think since grandpa is asleep, I don't want to bother you anymore!" Song Qingcheng forced a smile, and his eyes suddenly stayed on Li Wei's hand, "This is..."

Li Wei looked in the direction of Song Qingcheng's finger, saw the apple in his bosom, and remembered that he hadn't dealt with it yet.

"Then...this...it's nothing, just...I was a little thirsty and ate an apple just now, yes, I just ate an apple!"

Li Wei's explanation was a bit messy, but Song Qingcheng just nodded in understanding, walked to the bedside and looked at Grandpa, and said softly: "Grandpa, you must take care of your health!"

Then he returned to Li Wei's side: "Uncle Li, it's getting late, I'll go back to my room to rest first, Grandpa will trouble you!"

"will not!"

Li Wei watched Song Qingcheng get out of the room, until the door of the room "clicked" and was taken away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Li Wei, your acting skills are really bad!" Mr. Song, who had a sick face just now, couldn't help complaining now: "Fortunately, that girl Qingcheng is so easy to deceive!"

"Mr. Song, if you play this kind of drama a few more times, I think I'm the one who needs to have a heart attack!" Li Wei's tone was full of helplessness, "Also, I think Qingcheng was hesitant to speak just now. You Zhi looks like she wants to tell you about her and Leng Jinyan!"

"Hmph, I just don't give her the chance to speak."

Grandpa and grandson played chess, this round, it seems that grandpa Song Lao won again.

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The international city in the night, neon phantoms, against the dark background, the bright lights and the sky full of stars interact with each other, stretching to the sky, it is no longer possible to tell where are the lights and where are the stars...

Such a night is destined to be bustling, and destined to be lonely.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the office on the top floor of Huanyu International, you can have a panoramic view of the night scene.The man stood by the window, the office was too big, and the man's slender back looked as lonely as the night under the bright light.

"Honestly, give me five years, and I will come back to you when I get the Oscar queen trophy."

For five years, he kept his promise and waited for her for five years, giving her a chance to prove himself.

Now, it has been more than three years since the five-year period.

And she failed again and again.

Heh, Leng Jinyan has been in charge of Huanyu for many years, holding the economic lifeline of the entire city in his hands. There are rumors in the business circles that he is cold-blooded, has a unique vision, and is quick and accurate in handling things, but only in this matter...

Leng Jinyan just stood there, quietly, motionless.

There was only a cigarette caught between the middle finger and index finger of his left hand, and smoke rings were blowing out slowly, floating up round and round.The only active thing in the office is the smoke ring, otherwise, it will make people think that there is a statue standing in front of the window...

Xu Wei, do you think that I, Leng Jinyan, must be you?

He put out the unburned cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, and dialed a series of numbers on his mobile phone.

"Help me investigate a person!"

Song Qingcheng didn't expect that a week after she got off the car by Leng Jinyan, she would receive a call from that man with a pure appearance but a scum in character, and he still asked her to meet.