Chapter 225： One foot high 1 (2/2)

The atmosphere of the Ling family has entered an unprecedented freezing period, and all the servants are cautious, for fear of touching the master's brow.

Elder Ling was so angry that he smashed all the things in the study, then shut himself in the study, and did not come out all day.

Xia Chunlin went to the hospital to accompany Ling Jiang.

Han Ling was in a bad mood, and shut herself in her room without eating or drinking.

She originally wanted to discuss the divorce with Ling Yiyong, but now she was not in the mood, so she directly called the lawyer to prepare the divorce agreement. There was no need to discuss anything, so she left the house.

This family really can't stay any longer.

Ling Yiyong stayed with her for a long time. This was the first time since Ling Weifeng was born. Han Ling let him enter the door. He wanted to stay there forever, but this time the incident was too much and he had to investigate it. She is innocent.

So I went back to the company in the afternoon.

Everyone seemed to be very busy, only Ling Weifeng was lying on the bed, tossing and turning very boring.

She is waiting, waiting for news over there.

It wasn't until the evening when a message came from the mobile phone. When she saw it, she immediately smiled.

Ten fingers edited the information like an enclave, quickly arranged some things, and finally sent a map.

[This is Ling's security system, baby, be careful. 】

Xia Chunlin had been taking care of Ling Jiang in the hospital. When he returned to Ling's house, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Ling Yiyong came back later than her. She coldly glanced at Han Ling's closed door, sneered disdainfully, and then went back to the room.

The smell of potion was everywhere in the hospital. She stayed all day and was very uncomfortable, so she took the clothes and went to take a shower.

There was a patter of water in the bathroom.

At this moment, a person suddenly jumped into the window of her room.

He has long black hair tied high behind his head, wearing a tight-fitting black long trench coat and a pair of black gloves on his hands. His face is stunning, and there is a coldness between his brows.

He carried a cold breath that seemed like nothing.

She looked around, her eyes falling on the phone on the bedside table.

Walked over, picked up Xia Chunlin's mobile phone, quickly edited a text message and sent it out, then deleted it and put it back in place, then turned and jumped down from the window.

The movements are clean and neat, without any muddles, a real wave of his sleeves, without taking away a cloud.