t the balcony guardrail, a leisurely look, so calm and leisurely, as if without any guilt.Feng Qianxue leaned over the balcony guardrail while talking on the phone, craning his neck to take a peek, bu..."where is Thunder"

outside, suddenly came the voice of Ling long.

"well, the Night King is dealing with important documents." Ye Hui hurriedly stopped her. "it should be over soon. I'll go straight to the conference room later."

"he hasn't even had lunch yet." Ling long raised his sandwich and said with a smile, "I personally went to the restaurant kitchen to make it. Give it to him to taste."

"Miss Ling is considerate." Ye Hui smiled stiffly. "just give it to me. I'll give it to him later. Please go and have a rest."

"can't I go in"

Ling long's smile suddenly cooled down and turned to stare at the door. He seemed to be able to see the scene inside through the door.

"the wind and snow are in there, aren't they"

when she said this, her smile on her lips did not abate, but her eyes became very cold.

"this." Ye Hui is in a panic and can't lie.

"it doesn't matter, man. I can understand if I have fun." Ling long raised the corners of his lips and handed the sandwich to Ye Hui. "remember to tell him that I made it myself."

"OK, OK, I get it." The night light nodded again and again.

"I went to the conference room first and told him to take his time and take his time."

Ling long smiled, turned gracefully, and left quickly.

the night glow took a breath, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and sighed in her heart, "this woman is really awesome!"

.

it took a long time for Night Thunder to stop raging and turned around to tidy up his clothes.

Feng Qianxue got dressed, got up and wanted to leave.

"are you going to go out like this" Night thunderous cold drink, "go to the bathroom to clean up."

Feng Qianxue glared at him angrily and went into his bathroom.

rinse with hot water, and then look at yourself in front of the mirror, feeling a little strange.

she is so tired that she doesn't want to go on like this anymore.

he always goes crazy without warning, possesses her wantonly, never knows how to respect and doesn't care about her feelings.

she feels like a tool.

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but what to do

she can't get rid of him at all.

maybe it would be better if he got married.

Feng Qianxue sighed deeply, arranged his clothes and hair, and went out.

Night Zhenting sat on the sofa drinking silently, and there was a medicine box on the

coffee table.

"wipe the medicine yourself." Night Thunder did not look back, he knew that the wind and snow had come out.

Feng Qianxue sat on the sofa, disinfected and medicated himself, and his expression was twisted with pain.

Night Zhenting stared at her hand and suddenly said, "my father looks like my grandfather."

Feng Qianxue gave him a cold look and continued to rub the medicine.

"I also look like them, and my aunt and Duan Tianya are very much like us. I can tell they are night families at a glance!"

Night Zhenting took a sip of wine and said to himself, "our Night Family has strong genes. As long as it's a Night Family, it will look alike!"

A shiver in the heart of the wind and snow, she suddenly understood the meaning of night thunder.

Sanbao doesn't look like him!

that's why she was able to deceive him, and he never really wanted to investigate their origins.

it turns out that he decided from the bottom of his heart that Sanbao was not his child.

otherwise, why not be like him

in fact, Sanbao looks more like Feng Qianxue, maybe her family's genes are more powerful

Dad says she looks almost exactly like her mother.

maybe mom's genes are also very powerful.

"I once suspected that those three children were my seed, but as soon as I saw their faces, I gave up the idea." Night furious self-mocking sneer, "Don said they are like me, I even thought, maybe there is something wrong with genetic inheritance."

"what are you trying to say" The wind and snow are vaguely uneasy in my heart.

"I'll ask for the last time." Night Zhenting looked at her deeply and asked, "are they my kind"u not want to clean it up"Feng Qianxue's hands are tightening with a rag. From the level of work, she can't resist, but, from a personal level, she can't stand such an insult.but the night thrill didn...