Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 1090 I am not angry with you.

"Not a child, what can be worried, go with him!"

There is a deep disappointment in Sheng Lao’s words, and there is a sense of letting go.

Shengdong knows that there is a little hobby in Leng Yuhuang. There are many inventions in network technology. He left the software installed on his mobile phone, and there is no news at all.

Leng Yuhuang was curious about who he was going to check. He gave him a phone call after two days. Who knows that this person’s phone has been unreasonable.

He called Han Jie, Han Jie swallowed, did not dare to speak up, and finally just said: "The young master kept himself in the room for five days before and after, no one will let in."

Leng Yuhuang heard the words, and the brow picked it up and joked: "How, and lost love?"

Han Jie also understands the temper of Leng Yuhuang, and smiles and smiles, but his heart is like an ant on a hot pot. I can’t wait for cold 奕 能够 to quickly see their young master, but his status is low, and this is not qualified. Can only follow the urgency.

When Leng Yuhuang looked at his arrogant look, he knew that he must know something, but he did not dare to say it.

I thought, the stinky boy is a young man, and he is still a shameful one.

However, he has recently been in contact with government affairs, and he is bored and upset, just in the past to take someone to practice.

So, without telling anyone, they drove directly to the home of Shengjia.

Shengdong’s father had a home outside and gave birth to a son. However, Sheng Lao did not recognize him as a descendant of the Sheng family. He was not allowed to step into the old house. Therefore, Shengdong had no brothers and sisters since he was a child. Leng Yuhuang and Xu Chenyu are like brothers.

Mrs. Sheng had long wanted to let the cold-blooded look at it, but the old man was not allowed. Sheng always knew what he was busy with, and she was not allowed to bother.

When Mrs. Sheng saw the cold, he would wipe his tears and blame it all from small to large.

Leng Yuhuang helped her to sit down: "Don't worry, I will go and see, probably it is stimulated again."

Mrs. Sheng nodded and nodded, remembered something, and bitterly said: "The miscellaneous boy locked the door, and the mouth that I said was worn out, and he did not open the door."

Leng Yanhuang heard the words, hooked lips and smiled, completely inappropriate.

"The voice of a meeting may be a little bigger, you have a mental preparation, don't worry."

"Ai."

It’s only after the cold, the brilliance of the building, and soon after, there was a gunshot from the upstairs, followed by a loud bang.

So brutal and rude, the old lady quickly whipped up the heart of the mad mad, almost not scared of a heart attack.

Leng Yuhuang threw the gun back to Han Jie, indicating that he could go on.

Then, in the eyes of Han Jie’s horrified and admired, he walked into the crumbling door.

There is no point in the man on the bed. If it is not the eyelashes that occasionally move, it will definitely make people think that he is dead.

This is not the first time that Leng Xiaohuang saw him so dead and dead.

Therefore, it is even more contemptuous.

A big man, what is going on?

No interest!

Someone in my heart is very sorry for this kind of self-blame from Ai Sheng's incompetent appearance, completely forgetting that he has had such a period of death and inactivity.

"What happened to you? Is it addictive? Is it still happening regularly?" Leng Yuhuang stood on the edge of the bed and smashed him.

Sheng Dong still has his eyes closed, this time, even he is not willing to pay attention.

The more he is like this, the more curious he is, the more he is so big, four years ago, he has come over, can there be anything to turn him into this virtue?

"It’s almost enough. If you have a gun, you will collapse yourself. You will not be sinned, but you will also be relieved. Otherwise, you will almost climb up. The old and the old family, the whole family will accompany you. Frightened, you are finished?"

Leng Yuhuang was not a patient person. He said a few words and no one took care of it. He said, "Well, what is a brother? You will continue to do it as you work. I will help you watch the house. This old and young, I can't let you die. How many days have you been on a hunger strike? Five days? From today, I will let the family doctor give you a nutrition needle, and will never let you starve yourself."

"Oh, yes, there is something to eat in the nose. You don't want to open your mouth. It doesn't matter. I have a way to feed you the rice."

The words of Leng Yuhuang are iron and bloodless, others may not believe it, but Shengdong knows that this cold-blooded man definitely said it.

He was annoyed with his heart, just wanting to be alone, but he said that he was not finished, and he said something that was annoying.

The man lying in bed finally reacted. He turned over. The buttocks were facing the man behind him. The voice of the mouth was like a dying old man, but his voice was unwilling and annoyed with a bit of gnashing.

"I didn't want to die!" He just needed time to calm down.

"Go back, wait for me to think clearly, I will go out, you will let the kitchen send me a bowl of porridge."

Leng Yanhuang brows one pick: "I am not your domestic servant."

Sheng Dong is simply mad, he is like this, can he bully him for a while? He was bullied to him from an early age.

"What happened in the end?"

"Nothing, I can handle it myself." He really has no face to open.

Even in front of his brother, he couldn't say anything that was so shameful.

“Related to reputation and Liang Yin?”

When I heard the cold and cold words, Sheng Dong’s body was instantly stiff and his brows were painfully smashed.

Cold and brilliant, and sure enough, his lost hand and reputation is not as simple as anger.

He does not want to say, nor can he be strong.

Leng Yuhuang stood with him for a while, then turned and left the room.

Mrs. Sheng heard that he was willing to eat, and he took a sigh of relief and asked what happened to Leng Yuhuang.

In the evening, the prestige was released. After two days, the wound between the eyebrows was even more intense, and it looked shocking.

He heard the servant whispering that Dad had eaten something today.

The little guy’s eyes are bright, isn’t Dad’s illness already good?

These days, Grandpa’s grandmother was not allowed to approach the room of Shengdong again, and he ran away secretly.

Although a little scared, but still pushed the door gently, I did not expect the door to open at once.

Sheng Dong didn't actually sleep. He heard the sound. He just didn't want to open his eyes.

Then, after a bang of sound, the sound of the footboard on the floor was more clear.

When the mattress sank, the whisper of the child's soft and soft milk came from the ear: "Dad, you have to get better soon, and you know that you are sick, so you are not angry with you."

When the words fall, Sheng Dong feels that he has been kissed by the milk.