Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Old man Leng didn't get emotional because of this. The expression on his face was still serious and terrible, and even hung a ironic smile on his face.

"Become a king and defeat an enemy. Why don't you, as a cold family, understand such a simple truth? It was originally your fault. Now what! Are you unwilling to lose?"

When old man Leng finished, he raised his crutch and suddenly hit Leng Boyan on his leg. It seemed that there was a wind on the crutch. Leng Boyan suddenly jumped aside. The crutch hit the bluestone board and made a crisp and stuffy sound.

"Why! Why did you decide my life like this and say you wouldn't let me return home? Who wants to stay in this damn place? I still have a lot of things to do and so many things haven't been completed... Why! Why do you believe his word!"

Leng Boyan stared angrily at his father in front of him. He looked like a child in a rebellious period. He refused to be manipulated by his parents.

There was scarlet in front of me. I suddenly felt that my face left wet marks, cold and biting.

Old man Leng suddenly shed tears when he looked at his stubborn son in front of him, and his heart wavered and hesitated. However, as soon as the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept the photos scattered on the ground, his heart became firm again.

"Boyan, you have made such a mistake and should have been punished, but you said you still have a lot of things to finish."

When Leng Boyan heard this sentence, the hope in his eyes burned again, and his eyes looked at the old man with a light of hope.

"I also have some assets and companies in France. You can help me take care of these companies here. Anyway, I'm getting old and I have to take over these things."

When the old man finished this sentence, he didn't look at him anymore. He went directly to his seat and sat down, and then continued to drink his tea slowly. It seemed that he didn't see Leng Boyan with unwilling eyes.

"Shaoxuan, what do you think of this matter?"

Leng Shaoxuan shrugged and said he had no objection. "My grandson has no other ideas. He came here to listen to Grandpa's ideas. Now he naturally listens to Grandpa's arrangements."

Originally, the matter was about to be settled, but no one thought that Leng Boyan suddenly opened his mouth again.

"Hehe! I'm not the only one in the picture, isn't there Mu Haitang? I admit that I took the picture, but I can't take such a picture without the cooperation of that woman!"

"Hahaha, that Mu Haitang is just a woman who wants to be superior. Is she so precious?"

"Oh! I'm wrong! Your relationship is so bad..."

Before Leng Boyan finished this sentence, Leng Shaoxuan hit with a fist. The two people wrestled in the living room on the spot. No one used any martial arts moves in their hands, that is, who won with his fist and whose strength is cruel.

The two men didn't leave any back hands at all. They didn't keep their own strength and suddenly waved to each other's face and stomach.

The old man was still sitting on the stool with the bowl of steaming tea in his hand. He calmly watched the two people wrestling in the hall, then shook his head and continued to taste the tea in his hand. I don't know how long it took. It seemed that the two young people could never use up their strength and didn't stop fighting for a long time.