Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Mr. Leng was bored. He drank all the tea in his hand, then got off his seat and left the hall. When he came back, he had a plate of cakes in his hand, and a cup of steaming tea was added to the retro and exquisite tea bowl.

When the old man's cake and tea were finished, the two people could stop. The noon sun shone into the yard, making people unable to open their eyes.

Leng Shaoxuan looked at the bruised face, and a sarcastic and contemptuous radian appeared in the corners of his mouth, and then his lips opened gently.

"Rubbish!"

"Scum, do you want to fight again!"

Leng Boyan immediately became excited when he heard this sentence. His eyes were still red. Pulling Leng Shaoxuan was like lifting him up.

Although Leng Shaoxuan had less bruises on his face than Leng Boyan, most of the injuries were on his stomach and back. The tumbling in his stomach made him uncomfortable. Even if his face was pale, he still refused to lose the wind.

"Come on, I'm afraid you're old and don't have the strength!"

The old man looked at the tense atmosphere of the two people, and then waved his hands with a headache, as if he didn't want to see them two troublesome people.

"OK, you don't bother me. If you fight, get out of here."

"You two will solve your own problems, as long as you don't hurt their lives, don't violate ethics and morality, and don't hurt the interests of the cold family."

Old man Leng pushed the empty tea bowl aside, and then his look was still light, as if there was no fluctuation.

"That's it. Boyan stays with me at ease and takes over my company and assets in France. Shaoxuan will go home. Don't disturb each other anymore."

Although Leng Boyan was still unwilling, he didn't know what to say, but he still stared at Leng Shaoxuan fiercely.

The old man looked at the sun outside, then estimated the time and waved to them, indicating that they could go.

"Hurry back to the room to deal with the wound. Don't let the people in the room see it. If you see it, it means you fell by yourself."

Then, before Grandma Leng came back, she left with a tea bowl and an empty dessert plate, leaving the two people in the hall staring at each other.

Leng Boyan was putting ointment on his face, because the stimulation of the ointment made him scream in pain, and his thick eyebrows were wrinkled high.

"Shit! You're so fucking cruel!"

When Leng Boyan finished wiping his wound, he suddenly roared to the other side of the room. He looked as if he was going to tear Leng Shaoxuan apart, peel the meat, then drink his blood and eat his meat.

Leng Shaoxuan vomited blood into the trash can next to him, his face was gloomy, and he could vaguely see the blood on his teeth.

"Don't you start very lightly!"

Leng Boyan looked at his rare embarrassed appearance and naturally laughed, but his smile was also puzzled and confused.

"I didn't say you. You didn't like Mu Haitang. I'm right. Why did you hit me?"

Then, his hands rubbed restlessly against the wound at the corner of his mouth, and the pain wrinkled his face.

"I don't mean anything else. You don't like Mu Haitang anyway. I just need the power of her Mu family. Why can't you complement each other."

Leng Shaoxuan naturally knows Leng Boyan's temperament. His uncle has been spoiled since childhood. He has what he wants and doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong. Anyway, in his eyes, there is nothing he can't get. What he wants, his parents, brothers and sisters will give him a house.