C22 (1/2)

”And?” Leng Xiao asked. What this meant was, Yang Yang should immediately tell him the details and also report the exact data of his losses, as well as the solution in his heart.

Yang Yang lowered his head, and an undetectable trace of infatuation flashed across his eyes. He then reported all the exact data in a very formal manner.

Leng Xiao's villa. In Leng Xinhao's room.

Lan Shi Ling had already fallen asleep on Leng Xinhao's bed. Having not slept for the entire night, she was naturally exhausted to the extreme. This sleep lasted for several hours. As for the bruises on her knees, Leng Xinhao had already instructed the servants to apply medicine on her. As for Leng Xinhao, he stood beside Lan Shi Ling. Ever since she had gone to sleep, his two small hands had been tapping non-stop on the PDA.

”Bingo.” A little bear appeared on his computer screen and gave a big smile. Leng Xinhao finally smiled in satisfaction. A portion of Leng Xiao's secret information was destroyed by him. He was going to teach Leng Xiao a lesson and avenge his Professor Lan.

”Xin Hao.” It was already past lunchtime when Lan Shi Ling woke up. However, she was still able to see Leng Xinhao, who was sitting there. She was still very tired. However, it wasn't the thing that she wanted to wake up from, but the alluring fragrance of the food.

At this time, Leng Xinhao was sitting at the dining table with his back to her. This little young master was originally the little devil of his family, and he liked to play with his own computer. In addition, the little young master's room was originally luxurious, and was equipped with all sorts of things. So he wouldn't leave this room.

Except for school, of course. However, now that he had Lan Shi Ling as his family teacher, Leng Xinhao had less time in kindergarten. Fortunately, he was Leng Xiao's son, and that noble school did not have much restraining power towards him.

This little devil young master that his family was afraid of was actually quite obedient in front of Lan Shi Ling. It was no wonder that the servants were so surprised. The young master in front of Lan Shi Ling was the real young master. Normally, he was just a little demon.

Leng Xinhao looked like he was eating. Hearing Lan Shi Ling's voice, he quickly put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and ran over. Professor Lan, are you still tired? Does your leg still hurt? ”

At this time, Leng Xinhao was the one who truly brought warmth to everyone. His young and tender face was filled with concern for Lan Shi Ling. Her large eyes stared at Lan Shi Ling, making her want to cry. What's going on? Why does my feelings for this Leng Xinhao seem so different? Lan Shi Ling asked herself.

However, she wasn't able to answer Leng Xinhao's question. What replaced her was the sound of 'gulugulu'. Embarrassed, she turned her head away, her face red. She was hungry. Originally, staying up all night had consumed so much of her physical and mental energy, and she hadn't eaten breakfast yet. People who were beaten by iron would all be hungry.

”Ding dong.” Upon seeing this, Leng Xinhao cleverly did not inquire any further. He pressed the button for the servant and ordered for a meal to be served. Moreover, he specifically warned them to be quick and to do so in a nourishing manner. I don't want the spicy food. The servant came down the stairs in surprise. He thought it was Lan Shi Ling who had taught him.

After listening to Leng Xinhao's instructions, Lan Shiling froze on the bed. How could this child be so sensible? He was like a small adult. Other than his occasional impulses and immaturity, most of the time, he would bring an extraordinary calm and wisdom to deal with all the things that he had to face.

However, Lan Shi Ling could feel the kindness and closeness of this child. Perhaps she sympathized with him, or perhaps she really wanted to go and warm him up, but Lan Shiling felt she was truly bewitched by this child. Every time she saw his ice-cold face, she would want to use everything she had to warm him.

The food arrived very quickly. At Leng Xinhao's request, she had a meal in this very room. Originally, she had her own room to rest in and a place to eat. However, when Leng Xiao wasn't at home, Leng Xinhao would often ask her to accompany him in his room.

Lan Shi Ling enjoyed this warm feeling. In the past six years, she hadn't received any attention from anyone except for Leng Xinhao. She was already used to being bullied and bullied by her brother, Zhang Hai. Every day, he would only come back and ask for money from her. But he was his brother.

Thinking of this, Lan Shiling's pretty eyebrows furrowed together. A crystalline liquid slowly condensed at the corners of his eyes. She hated this kind of brother, but other than him, she was completely blank in this world. She had no memory of him at all. There was no warmth.