Qin Baiyu looked at her, then leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, he will come." ”

"Really?" Yan Shiqi was surprised, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Seeing the man nodding, she cautiously tested again: "Himself, or with Wen Zhiyuan?"

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, accompanied by the sneer of the third brother-in-law, "Bacheng will take Wen Zhiyuan with him!"

Just now, the old man called and said that the old man was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

At this point, I have been sent back to my room by my family doctor to rest.

As for Leng Yiyan, his back was beaten and bleeding, but he still tried his best to protect Wen Zhiyuan.

Now what everyone in the Leng family said, Leng Yiyan couldn't listen to it.

He swore to protect Wen Zhiyuan to the death, so the third brother-in-law felt that even if he came to his house to 'take refuge', he would probably take her with him.

……

An hour later, in front of the Dijing Villa, a taxi slowly stopped on the side of the road.

At this time, except for the third sister Qin Bainuan, who was still resting upstairs, Yan Shiqi and the others were still sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting with each other.

But although it was a chat, most of them were absent-minded.

The sound of the engine came faintly, and everyone saw a yellow and green taxi through the fence outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and Leng Yichi walked to the window for the first time.

The Imperial Palace is a private villa area, and taxis are rarely found here.

Leng Yichi looked at it slightly for two seconds, and when he saw the two figures coming from the car, he cursed obscurely, "Fuck, I really brought Wen Zhiyuan here." ”

Yan Shiqi and the man beside him looked at each other, and the two also got up one after another.

And the third brother-in-law had already walked from the window to the entrance, and he didn't plan to let Wen Zhiyuan enter the door.

During this period, the calmest person was Qiao Mu.

He sat on one side, looked up at the window from his mobile phone, raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Third sister, this little uncle doesn't even have his own car?"

Obviously, he was sarcastic about Leng Yiyan's move to take a taxi to the Dijing Courtyard.

The Leng family's status in the imperial capital should not be so shabby.

Leng Yichi, who had already walked to the entrance, smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

Leng Yiyan's car has all been locked up by the Leng family.

He wanted to come by car, so he had to see if Leng Jiayun didn't allow it.

If he wants to protect Wen Zhiyuan, if he has no money, no resources, no connections, and no blood, how can he protect him?

Want to marry her? The Leng family won't give a penny of bride price, what will he marry?!

These are the methods that Leng Yichi and Leng Father thought of when they communicated on the phone.

No matter what his purpose is, as long as he wants to be with Wen Zhiyuan, then the Leng family will cut off all his external support at all costs.

At that time, the door opened, and Leng Yiyan took Wen Zhiyuan's hand and stood three steps away from the steps of the gate.

The cold wind of Emperor Jingshuo floated around him, and the cold pool inside the gate met him.

is obviously a brother, but in just over a month, he has an extremely strange illusion.

The scene of Xiao Yan and Wen Zhiyuan's fingers interlocking stinged Leng Yichi's eyes.

"Big brother. Leng Yiyan opened his mouth, his tone indifferent, as before.

Leng Yichi didn't even give Wen Zhiyi a look, he always settled on Leng Yiyan's cheeks, and seemed to be smiling, "Finally willing to come back?"

Leng Yiyan chuckled, and Wen Zhiyuan on the side took a small step forward, his voice sweet and soft, "Brother Leng, I'm sorry, there are some traffic jams on the road, so you have been waiting for a long time." ”