Chapter 2: 2. The family with a beatiful wife
Ling Fei is certainly not an angel. He is just too lazy to waste time with these insignificant people.
Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the sky was like a glass that had been washed again, and it was clear and transparent.
The crescent moon has been hung and the street lights on the street are also lit.
It's time to go home.
To be precise, it is to return to his wife's home.
Although I have been practicing for so many years, Ling Fei's life has only had a husband and wife with that woman!
Every time I think of the madness of that night, and the despair of her second day of waking, Ling Fei is always awkward.
Even if she is killed because she is!
This is probably the only person in the world who feels right, except for his parents.
...
Ling Fei walked back and thought about the bits and pieces of past lives.
When the thoughts in his mind stopped, Ling Fei also came to a villa.
A sapphire blue BMW X6 is parked at the door, which is her car.
The lights in the villa are also lit, the warm yellow style, the taste of a home, making Ling Fei somewhat awkward.
"Is it my illusion? Or... Is a person alone in the cultivation of the fairyland for too long?"
At the end, he shook his head and smiled, and took out the key to open the door.
Anyway, at least, apart from parents, this is the world's closest woman to her.
"came back?"
Ling Fei, who just entered the door, was shouted in a sentence.
Not gentle, cold, but also in line with her attitude.
"Ok."
Ling Fei promised and looked at her carefully.
A caramel-colored tight cashmere sweater surrounds the perfect line of business. Upscale velvet tights, retouching her long legs that are close to perfection.
Twenty-four years old, but dressed up quite experienced. Even with a ball head, it can't hide the confidence and cold arrogance on her face.
That is what only women who have a successful career will have... Queen's temperament?
She sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, leaning her arms to one side, reclining and tilting her thighs.
The thighs wrapped in tights are very round and graceful and look elastic.
In fact, Ling Fei knows that it is true.
"Is it enough?"
The woman's pretty wrinkles, the face without smile, is even colder, making people unable to adapt.
Lingfei shrugged and smiled and went upstairs alone.
"Ok?"
Between the women's eyebrows, the wrinkles are deeper.
She can clearly feel that Ling Fei seems to be somewhat different, but in the end it is different, she can not say.
Back to the room Lingfei, the moment to open the door, slightly surprised.
On the bed, there are two boxes, a box of clothes with the trademark Armani.
Ling Fei's brow slightly wrinkled so much, and some came in awkwardly.
She... would actually buy clothes for herself?
He didn't go to see the clothes, the first time Fanghua, he had no thoughts about the things outside his body.
That friendship, received, is enough.
Ling Fei's eyes fell on the bed, on a bright red book.
He picked it up and opened it, and the group of two people came into view.
"Mu Chengcheng..."
After so many years, I read the name again, and Ling Fei's nephew was slightly trembling, and everything seemed to be a dream.
Closing the small book, Lingfei shook his head and smiled.
"I wanted to tell you that ending this relationship, now it seems that the debt is hard to pay!"
There was a scream in the stomach, pulling Ling Fei's thoughts back to reality.
"I am not as strong as I am now. If you don't want to eat, you have to wait for the real gasification liquid to reach the foundation. I can't think of it, and my dear monk, there is still a day to eat."
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