Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 122 Let her come to me

Tang Feng is a stranger, and some don't understand: "Do you mean that she won't let her know your relationship with the president? Or let her know that you are Lin Hai, is Lin Hai still alive?"

Leng Yanhuang looked at him with no expression: "There is no such thing as Lin Hai in this world. Even if there is, he is already dead. Now, wake up is cold and brilliant."

When Tang Feng’s body was shocked, he suddenly reacted. Why did he feel different when he saw the young master?

Yes, Lin Hai is just an ordinary person in this city. It is a long-term grandson of the president of the city, and it is very likely that he will succeed the candidate of the presidential position in the future.

The man in front of him at this time is cold and beautiful, not Lin Hai.

The extravagance that he exudes from the inside out even makes him unable to look directly at him. He is sitting on the bed pale and can't stop the noble temperament.

Lin Hai, already dead...

"I understand." Tang Feng scratched his head and looked awkward: "But how can I tell her that she willingly ask you?"

Leng Yuhuang looked at the lines of the palm of his hand and asked casually: "Is there a difficulty?"

"No, not at all!" Tang Feng Mo shook his head with difficulty. If he had difficulty, it means that his ability is not good. Then, where can he face in front of the cold master?

Wen Yan, Leng Yuhuang nodded with satisfaction: "That should be done. Tell her, want to take revenge, only find me."

Tang Feng nodded and turned and left the room.

At the door of the room, he took a heavy breath and reached out and rubbed his forehead.

My heart is secretly saying that I have no interest!

I haven’t dealt with Cold Master before, so I’m afraid I’m going to be like this today.

However, today's young master is not the cold master who he had contacted in the past.

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In the room, after Tang Fengmo left, Xu Chenyu looked up and looked at the cold and beautiful in front of him as a stranger.

There are no outsiders in the house. The two grew up together, and they were very casual when they were cold, and they slowly lay down.

This body suffered too much injury, a slight movement, feeling that the wound should be cracked.

"Look at what, I haven't seen you for a few months, don't you know me?"

Xu Chenyu nodded: "I really don't know. The cold-blooded person I know can't ask the woman, not Kyoto, the first time after waking up."

Cold and beautifully pretending not to hear.

Xu Chenyu said faintly: "Miss Lin should be a good woman, really remember it? Huang, you should know that people like us are not worthy of good girls, because we have no way to give them the happiness they want. It is better to let them stay away as early as possible."

Xu Chenyu’s voice was low, and the low descent seemed to recall some of the painful times of the past. He quickly closed his eyes and his eyes flashed a bit of horror.

The cold face is a bit ugly, and the gloomy opening of the topic: "How do you find me?"

Xu Chenyu knew that he didn't want to continue the topic just now, and he didn't force it. He walked over and threw the phone to him: "The little nanny who is bullied by Sheng Dong seems to be a friend of Miss Lin. Sheng Dong accidentally saw this photo. Only then did you know that you are in a city."

Leng Yuhuang took the mobile phone, and on the screen was a photo of him touching Lin Xiaomi’s head, which he deliberately sent to her circle of friends that day.

"Don't you hate taking pictures the most? It's incredible to send out photos of such bags." Xu Chenyu can see at a glance that the angle and position of this photo shoot is cold and beautiful. As for how It will be sent to a circle of friends, which is self-evident.

Leng Yuhuang looked at the two people who were close together, and there was also a feeling of being like a world.

If there is no memory of this period of time, he looks at this photo and he is surprised that he will make such a naive thing.

"Since you are in Liancheng, why don't you contact us? Your yacht exploded in the sea that day, how many people were sent to the presidential adult to salvage, and finally nothing, we are already dead!"

In the eyes of Leng Yuhuang, a glimpse of the glare of the eagle: "I lost my memory. When I woke up, I was at the seaside of Liancheng. I didn't know who I was. I woke up to restore my memory."

Xu Chenyu was silent. He did not expect that Leng Yuhuang would have lost his memory.

"How do you live in Liancheng?"

Leng Yuhuang suddenly smiled and revealed the first real smile after waking up: "I am lucky. I just woke up and ran into a idiot with a big IQ and a low IQ. Then I depend on her."

Leng Yuhuang said that the cloud is light and windy, but Xu Chenyu can see his smile, but he feels a little numb. When this cold Xiaohuang will reveal this smile, it is just like a ghost.

"Is Miss Lin? Oh..." Xu Chenyu shook his head helplessly: "If you meet you, you don't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate for her."

"What happened at the time, how could your yacht explode?"

Cold and ruthless smile: "I should have traitors around me, leaking my whereabouts. When I found out, it was too late. They blocked me with my body. I saved my life, but I was shocked by the air." ""

The people who protected him on the yacht were the bodyguards who had been with him for many years. In the explosion, they were all in front of him with flesh and blood.

The door was ringing at this time, and Min Min stood at the door with a smile and a bowl of gruel.

"Young master, you just woke up, Cheng Jie said, for the time being, you can only drink some food."

Leng Yuhuang nodded, and Cheng Min sat next to him, wanting to feed him, cold and brilliant, reaching out and blocking the porridge, and sipping his head.

Just taste...

Cheng Min saw that his brow was tight and could not help but ask: "What's wrong? Is it bad to drink? Maybe my hand is born, I haven't done it for a long time."

In the past, the cold-blooded diet was responsible for the special person. Cheng Min deliberately went to learn cooking, and the cold-blooded diet was later cooked by her.

Just thinking that after he died, she never had a kitchen.

Leng Yuhuang faintly shook his head: "No."

The taste should still be very good, but during this time, he is used to eating some people's rough tea, so that even the porridge has a very delicate taste, but he is not used to eating.

Suddenly I miss the taste of that home.

"Young Master, you are back, it's good." Cheng Min looked at his expressionless face with greed. At this time, she finally believed that he was indeed alive.

Cheng Min gently wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and got up into the bathroom to pick up a basin of water.

"Young master, it’s too hot, I will wipe it for you."

Leng Yuhuang looked at the water in her hand: "No, I will come by myself."

"Young master, you have injuries on your body, you can't move."

"Okay, let's go ahead."