Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

Yan Zheng returned to her room with a grim expression, and it took a long time for him to react and be scolded by Lang Ruoxian again.

"Deserve it!" She murmured, hugging her son. "I still have the energy to curse, and it looks like I can't die."

Lang Ruoxian was hit by a car and quickly appeared on the local news. The company's official Weibo also clarified that he was fine. The police also issued a note saying that the accident was not an accident, and that the perpetrator had been rescued, and he could record his confession when he was awake.

"Why?" Lang Yi dropped his phone on the table. "Why didn't the driver die?"

The person he was looking for this time was a taxi driver with advanced liver cancer. Lang Yi promised to give his family a sum of money so that he and Lang Ruoxian would end up together.

"Where did you find such a fool?" Li Jun pointed to the newspaper. "Everyone didn't get in the car, he ran over, how could they all die together?"

Originally said yes, let the driver follow Lang Ruoxian's car, find a chance to run over, it must have been destroyed.

"Fuck, he's not dead!" Lang Yi was all right than Lang Ruoxian, and even more afraid that the driver wasn't dead. "If he wakes up, he will confess me."

Li Jun pondered for a moment: "Go find his family and let them tell the driver the first time and let him blame him. Money is not a problem, and the accident is not serious anyway, even if it is not long.

"Yes!" Lang Yi nodded. "He is going to die anyway, and this time he messed things up by himself."

Lang Yi made countless calculations, wrongly calculating the driver's family. When they knew that the driver was going to hit someone in order to save money for them, they stopped doing it immediately and went to the police.

When the middleman passed the word back, Lang Yi was driving and almost rear-ended. He didn't know what to do after thinking about it, and this state was soon discovered by Lang Hongyue.

"What's wrong with you these days?" Lang Langyue called him to the study room this day, "Did you run out and cause trouble again?"

Lang Yi refused to say at first. Later, when Lang Hongyue saw him, he became more suspicious of what he had caused. After repeated inquiry, Lang Yi finally said.

"What?" Lang Hongyue stood up sharply, shaking himself, "you say it again."

She thought she heard it wrong.

"Mum ... I didn't expect that driver to be so stupid, now ..."

Snapped! He slapped him, and Lang Hongyue shook his lips: "You ... you ..."

"Mom, what's the use of hitting me!" Lang Yi rushed out. "Hurry up and help me find a way. What should I do if I find it on my head? Will I go to jail?"

Lang Hongyue raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face: "Jailed? Just go to jail to solve it! Let your uncle know that you are looking for someone to ask Lang Ruoxian's life, do you think he will let you go? And your grandpa, his most I hate brotherhood, you ... "

Lang Hongyue was covering her chest and was about to be mad at this son.

"He's not dead yet!" Shouted Lang Yi, "what's the matter? I'll break a few ribs."

"Shut up for me." Lang Hongyue calmed down and gave Lang Yi a stern look. "You don't have to stay at home for me, or I won't care about you."

Lang Yi quickly nodded: "I'm not going anywhere, Mom, you can help me quickly!"

Lang Hongyue immediately found someone to solve it. Fortunately, the driver suddenly died. But because of Lang Yi's stupidity, the family already knew that someone had hired a driver and went to the police station every day to ask them to find the master behind the scenes.

"Then we won't bother you. If Mr. Lang thinks about it, please tell us in time." The two policemen left the ward, and the baby face locked the door. "Master, Lang Hongyue intends to send Lang Yi abroad." Tong Lang Ruoxian wore a white shirt Leaning on the bed, looks like a breezy and bright moon, but his eyes are hairy.

His eyes flashed: "What about Chen San?"

"Those knives are so deep that I can't get out of bed yet."

"Wait for him and send him abroad."

Baby face grinned and said, "I understand, but Master ... Actually, you don't have to go around in such a big circle, and it hurts all of you. Just give Lang Yi a set and let his pig brain die in minutes."

"He can't die in China." Lang Ruoxian looked out the window, and the peach tree opened just right. He thought of Yan Yan upstairs, wondering if she was watching flowers.

Babyface was happy again: "He's gone, and Miss Yan can be at the Lang's house with confidence when she leaves the hospital."

Lang Ruoxian's eyes darkened, how can he be assured ... Lang Hongyue's method has not yet been used. That woman is the real annihilation of human nature. In order to achieve the goal, she does whatever she can ...

The day before the full moon, Yan Zheng returned to the Lang family. Lang Ruoxian left the hospital on the same day as her. The two were sitting in the car. Lang Ruoxian was staring at the baby in the cradle.

"Do you want to hug him?" Yan Yan picked up his son. The one-month-old baby completely withdrew from jaundice, and looked like a bun in vain. And the hair was a bit self-winding, growing right on top of the head.

Yan Yan glanced at Lang Ruoxian and determined that his hair was not curly. Then I was stunned by my behavior! !! !! Why look at him? ? Not his son.

"Are you sure this is your son?"

"What do you mean?" Yan Yan was angry.

Lang Ruoxian solemnly said, "It's not the same as before."

"Nonsense! Children are like this, one day at a time." Yan Aiha said, "If you are stupid, you have to learn more, and you don't have to read more.

"Looks like you have been doing well recently." Lang Ruoxian squinted his eyes, this woman has not changed at all after giving birth, and looks like a little girl.

Yan Yan ignored him and wanted to put the baby back in the cradle, but the little boy suddenly woke up.

"Roll!" Yan Yan gently grasped his son's little hand and was firmly held by the little guy.

"What do you call him?" Lang Ruoxian asked out loud.

Yan Yan glanced at him: "Daming is not up to me, is Xiaoming always okay?"

"... Fortunately, you can't make a name." Lang Ruoxian reached out and hugged the child. "What does it mean to be rolling."

Yan Yan stared at him worriedly, for fear that he accidentally fell and rolled: "Panda's meaning! Don't you know that pandas are also called Rolling."

Lang Ruoxian thought about the pandas in his memory, sitting on the floor one by one, all he knew was eating and sleeping ...

"It's stupid ..." He said so, but didn't let Yan Yan change it.

The little guy's eyes were round and big, staring at him brightly. Lang Ruoxian bent the corner of his mouth and touched the tip of his nose.

"Grandpa might move back."

Yan Yan said, "Don't you say he doesn't like cities?"

"But he likes to respect his grandson." Lang Ruoxian noticed that his gaze kept looking out the window, and he turned him away. "In the future, grandpa is at home, you don't have to worry about what others will do."

Seeing Yan Yan's face relaxed, Lang Ruoxian hit her again: "What you don't mean is rolling, as for you ..."

"I know." Yan Yan said lightly, "I have no use to kill the donkey."

Lang Ruoxian shook his arm lightly: "It's good to know."

Yan Yan looked at her son, of course she knew. From now on, it is the real difficulty. She didn't know how Lang Hongyue and Deng Jingjing would deal with herself. They have every means to make themselves disappear silently.

"I'm going to grow up with me, no one can separate us."

Yan Yan looked at Lang Ruoxian: "Don't forget, we are partners, you must help me."

Lang Ruoxian picked a corner of his mouth: "As long as you don't hold back."

"Hum ..." He snorted suddenly in his arms, Lang Ruoxian's face changed, "What happened to him?"

Yan Zheng took the son over and squinted at him: "What's the matter, he's sleepy."

Lang family.

"Dad, you are so biased. We keep telling you to come back and live without you agreeing. This will be moved back." Lang Hongyue brought a cup of tea.

Langcha was in a good mood, and his folds were all smiling: "This is my first grandson, hey ... I don't know if I can catch up with the second one."

"Dad, don't talk nonsense." Lang Li extinguished the cigarette. "I will let Ruoxian get married right away and give you another one next year."

"You come less." Lang Cha glared at him. "If Yinxian was just twenty-five, what are you doing so early? Don't worry, slowly find the right one."

Deng Jingjing sat next to her with her face on her face, trying to say something sour, and the door opened. Lang Ruoxian walked in front of him carrying the cradle. When the petite woman behind him showed his head, Deng Jingjing's face became even more ugly.

In the end, she is young, and not only has her body changed, but her face is even more beautiful after the birth. At this moment, she looks so beautiful that she looks like a woman.

"Grandpa, uncle, uncle! Aunt, uncle." Yan Zheng called around and sat on the sofa opposite Langcha.

The old man had already picked up the child and stared at the cradle.

"It's so beautiful!" Lang Cha smiled comfortably, "for nothing." Then he looked at Yan Yan again, "You raised him very well."

Yan Yan looked embarrassed: "My son, I am not good to him!"

"Well, by the way. Look at the name." Lang Cha beckoned, and Li Bo spread a piece of paper on the coffee table with three vigorous brush writing on it.

"Lang Xuanyuan?" Deng Jingjing pouted his lips. "Dad, I heard that if the child's name is too big, his life can't be suppressed."

Xuanyuan is the name of the emperor of the ancient China. What does the old man mean?

"I've been looking for someone." Lang Cha slowly said, "This child's birthday and Emperor Xuanyuan are one day, the third day of March. The five elements have the same life style, completely suppressing Xuanyuan."

The old man couldn't help laughing when he said this: "It's a godsend to my Lang family! The little guy must be awesome in the future."

"Then I'll call my name!" Lang Hongyue said quickly, "Just call Feifei!"

Yan Zheng said a little embarrassedly: "I have been calling him for a while, and I want to use this as my nickname."

"Nonsense!" Lang Hongyue glanced at her. "What's the name? Billing?"

"Rolling is a panda." Deng Jingjing would not miss the opportunity to laugh at Lang Hongyue. "Whatever I call a panda on the Internet, I feel very good, anyway, it is a national treasure."

Langcha moved his beard: "Feifei and Langyi's words are too heavy, and it's inappropriate. If Yan Yan wants to call billow, then billow!"

"Dad!" Lang Hongyue was short of breath, and wanted to say what was interrupted by Langcha's hand.

"The child was born by Yan Yan. She can't get up with her big name, and her name should be decided by herself."