Chapter 62 (1/2)

Lin Zimeng's high profile makes him feel depressed.

However, the beauty of Lin Zimeng is obvious to all.

"Lu Chen is my friend. I have made a lot of friends since I grew up. I don't feel sad when you are with him. As long as he feels good, you can be happy together. This is also the result I'm happy to see..."

"Miss Lin, shut up. Who are you disgusting? Don't you mean to say that Lu Chen and I are well matched, but you are matched with Feng Yu? Do you think it's too hypocritical to elevate yourself openly and secretly? " Lin Zimeng immediately denounced, sarcastic sarcasm, Miss Lin has ulterior motives.

Lin Zimeng is so sensitive. She just wants to persuade her to manage her relationship with Lu Chen, but she thinks she is showing off her identity.

Since she didn't like to hear these words, Lin didn't want to say anything more. She took the plate and planned to find some more delicious food.

Lin Zimeng glared at her back with a sharp tone: "Miss Lin, do you want a face? Last time at the wedding, so many people appreciated your bed photos. How can you still have a face here? "

Miss Lin's back stiff, eyes have been blurred out of a mist, Lin Zimeng's words, like two knives, mercilessly inserted in her heart, let her heart.

Put down the plate, Miss Lin ran into a side door and went out, only to find that this is the back garden of Leng's home.

At the moment, all the servants are helping in the main hall, so it's very quiet here. There's no one walking around.

Lin Miss feeling down, stretched out his hand to pull a leaf, mercilessly twisted, pulling, throw away, and then pull a piece, continue to repeat.

When her mood slowly calmed down, she found that she had come to a man-made lake, with clear water and fish.

Miss Lin picked a stone chair and sat down. The sun on her head made her dizzy.

Across a beautiful forest, you can still hear the melodious violin sound coming from the front hall.

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, in the silence, a cold male voice rose.

Lin Xiangxiang was startled. He looked up and saw Leng Yaochen in an iron gray suit standing in the shade of a tree.

"Why are you here?" Lin Xiangxiang asked him in a panic.

Leng Yaochen came slowly and sneered: "don't you think this sentence is redundant? This is my home. Why can't I be here? "

Lin missed the moment dumb, right ah, funny is himself.

"Still thinking about how to divorce Feng Yu? Have you found a way? " Leng Yaochen sat down beside her. His deep eyes reflected the rippling water of the lake, which made his eyes more profound and unpredictable.

Lin Xiangxiang lowered his head, buried his face in his palm, and shook his head: "no, I'm still thinking!"

"Give me a reason why you have to." Leng Yaochen's voice was three points low, and his eyes turned to her.

Miss Lin was slightly stunned and moved his hands away. The beautiful eyes turned to his eyes, and his heart trembled.