Chapter 1090 (1/2)

”It's not a child again. If you have anything to worry about, let him go!”

Sheng Lao said this with a strong sense of disappointment, a sense of laissez faire.

Sheng Dong knows that Leng Yihuang has a little hobby and has many inventions in network technology. He wants to leave the software that Leng Yihuang installed in his mobile phone, but there is no news at all.

Leng Yihuang is curious about who he wants to find out. He calls him after two days, but he doesn't know who he is.

He called Han Jie, who hesitated and didn't dare to speak up. In the end, he just said: ”the young master has locked himself in the room for five days, and no one is allowed to go in.”

Leng Yihuang smell speech, eyebrow a pick, joke way: ”how, again lovelorn?”

Han Jie also understands Leng Yihuang's temper and smiles, but he feels like an ant on a hot pot. He hopes Leng Yihuang can come to see their young master quickly, but his status is low. He is not qualified to say this, so he has to worry about it.

Leng Yihuang knows what he must know when he looks at his hesitation, but he doesn't dare to say it.

I thought to myself, that smelly boy is so old that he has to cry, make trouble and hang himself all day. It's really humiliating.

However, he recently came into contact with government affairs. He was so bored and upset that he just went to practice with someone.

So, without informing anyone, he drove directly to Sheng's hometown.

Sheng Dong's father has a family outside and has a son. However, Sheng doesn't recognize him as a descendant of the Sheng family and doesn't allow him to step into the old house. Therefore, Sheng Dong has no brothers or sisters from childhood to adulthood, but is close to Leng Yihuang and Xu Chenyu.

Mrs. Sheng has long wanted Leng Yihuang to come and have a look, but Mr. Sheng is not allowed to. She always knows what Leng Yihuang is up to recently, so she is not allowed to disturb her.

As soon as Mrs. Sheng saw Leng Yihuang, she would wipe her tears and complain about all the people surnamed Sheng from small to large.

Leng Yihuang helped her to sit down: ”don't worry. I'll go and have a look. Maybe I've been stimulated again.”

Mrs. Sheng nodded, thought of something, and said bitterly, ”that bastard has locked the door. My lips are worn out, and he won't open the door.”

Leng Yihuang heard the speech and chuckled, which was totally wrong.

”The voice may be a little louder later, you have a psychological preparation, don't worry.”

”Ah.”

Leng Yihuang just got up and went upstairs. In a short time, there was a bang of gun, followed by a bang of kicking the door.

So savage and rude, Mrs. Sheng stroked her heart and almost didn't have a heart attack.

Leng Yihuang throws the gun back to Han Jie, indicating that he can go down.

Then, in Han Jie's eyes of horror and worship, he walked into the rickety door.

The man on the bed doesn't have any energy. If his eyelashes don't blink once in a while, he will be mistaken for dead.

This is not the first time Leng Yihuang has seen him dying.

So more scorn.

A big man, what's going on?

No promise!

Someone in the heart is very despise this kind of self blame from Aisheng can't love appearance, completely forget oneself also once had such a period of time.

”What's the matter with you? Are you addicted? And regular seizures? ” Leng Yihuang stood by the bed and kicked him directly.