C24 Return Your Displeasure!

"Nanny Zhao, I'm sorry. I've troubled you to call me over, but I really can't eat. Hurry up and eat." Ann Rann's expression did indeed look bad. Nanny Zhao still hesitated and went downstairs.

Leng Yinfeng had already eaten. He hadn't eaten much in the afternoon, and he was hungry.

There was no one on the opposite side, and the table was quiet. He thought, If I don't come, I would be in peace. However, he'd lost his appetite after another two or three bites.

Nanny Zhao was worried about Ann Rann, but seeing that Leng Yinfeng was also not eating much, she was a little confused. Then, she suddenly asked, "Young Master, I see that the young lady's complexion isn't too good. Could a doctor come and take a look?"

Leng Yinfeng put down his chopsticks and said in a voice that didn't sound like a ripple, "Don't worry about her."

Nanny Zhao was about to persuade Leng Yinfeng again, but since he had already left, she had no choice but to give up. He then went to the kitchen and instructed the chef to make the porridge so Ann Rann wouldn't starve at night and raise her stomach.

Leng Yinfeng returned to his room with his thoughts running wild. Not feeling well? I don't know what happened to her. He had only said that he would ignore her. He didn't know if Nanny Zhao would ask for a doctor …

Holding a mobile phone in his hand, he hesitated and eventually called the doctor. However, he didn't know what to say and hung up.

That night, however, the two men who had gone to the kitchen to look for food met again.

Except, this time, if you don't speak, I won't either. A small pot of porridge was divided between the two of them. The whole process was perfectly quiet. They did not even glance at each other, yet they had completed this midnight snack without any collision.

Silently, they returned to their rooms.

Leng Yinfeng saw that Ann Rann should be fine, so he went to sleep.

Ann Rann wrote down two or three lines of diary entries. She felt that the situation now was truly strange. Everything that had happened was completely baffling.

The next morning, Leng Yinfeng got up early and went to the company without breakfast. Thus, when Ann Rann ate breakfast, she was alone. She ate her breakfast in an aggrieved manner. After thinking about it, she decided to bring some over to Leng Yinfeng as well.

She didn't give it to him herself, nor did she break the Cold War. Right?

Outside the house, it was Zhou Haicheng's car.

"Mr Zhou, you're free again today?!"

Zhou Haicheng chuckled, "Yes, CEO. Of course I can call you."

Ann Rann was a little embarrassed and begged him, "Mr Zhou, at the company, please don't call me that!"

Zhou Haicheng was still joking, "Try your best, try your best."

At the company, Ann Rann brought Leng Yinfeng's breakfast to Zhou Haicheng and got out of the car.

Zhou Haicheng looked at the item in his hand as he prayed in his heart. Hopefully, this will allow his CEO to be in a better mood. It was because the four comrades in the CEO's office had taken turns and accepted Leng Yinfeng's downfall despite the fact that they had yet to go to work today...

In the CEO's office, Leng Yinfeng was looking at the breakfast on the table with a cold expression. To eat or not to eat was a problem. Breakfast could be considered as her apology and goodwill?

No, you think too much, CEO. This is a girl's love and heartache.

However, CEO didn't know that he was just conflicted: Eating it, isn't that the same as accepting her apology, but he's still very angry! She was his wife, how could she cuddle with another man?! If she refused to eat, wouldn't that mean that she was being too calculative when she had already expressed her goodwill?

Finally, CEO's stomach made a sound and Leng Yinfeng decided to "comply with the will of the people", accepting Ann Rann's "show of goodwill".

But, if "apologizing" was useful, what did he need the police for?! Leng Yinfeng decided that he had to return his displeasure. As for how he was going to pay, he still had to think about it.

In the evening, at the Leng Family, at the dining table, Leng Yinfeng and Ann Rann sat facing each other. One was relaxed, and the other was indifferent. Except for the two of them not speaking, everything was "very good".

The second and third day after that, it was as if the day had been copied and pasted. It was astonishingly similar.

Nanny Zhao wanted to mediate between the two of them, but she couldn't find the right opportunity. The swing also probably felt this unusual atmosphere. It stared pitifully at Leng Yinfeng as he tried to act cute to Ann Rann with a whimper. But was it useful? Of course not.

Leng Yinfeng can play with the swing, Ann Rann can pet the swing, but the time is completely different, there is no overlap. Gradually, there was a faint feeling of parents fighting for the love of a child. The swing, which had benefited the most, had forgotten about the strange atmosphere in front of it. It was beautiful to accept the feeling of being doted on by both sides. This was truly … He should have.

The situation at home changed on the fourth day.

Today, Ann Rann came home from work early and did everything she could think of to play on the swing, play with the head chef, and find Nanny Zhao to act cute. Finally, because she was too bored, she laid down on the big sofa in the living room and watched soap operas. She wouldn't admit that she was waiting for Leng Yinfeng.

Ann Rann was a little worried that Leng Yinfeng would not return after the end of the broadcast. Finally, just before 12 o'clock, there was a sound from the door. Ann Rann was about to get up to greet him, but then she remembered that she was in the middle of a cold war. She turned her attention back to the TV, her ears focused on the door.

"Director Leng, your home is really big!" It was the voice of an unfamiliar woman, sweet to the ears. Ann Rann's body trembled as a chill rose from her back.

"Is that so? "If you like it, then take a look." It was Leng Yinfeng's voice.

Ann Rann's expression turned even worse.

Leng Yinfeng held the woman in his arms. When they passed by the living room, the woman seemed to have noticed Ann Rann, "Aiya, Director Leng, even your little sister is so pretty!"

Leng Yinfeng let out a strange laugh from his throat, "Hur hur, how can I be as pretty as you?"

The woman's voice became even sweeter, "Director Leng, you're annoying! Where's your bedroom? I would like to take a look! "

Leng Yinfeng touched his hands, "Let's go up!"

The woman then hung her body on Leng Yinfeng and gradually walked away …

At this moment, Ann Rann's face turned deathly pale as she trembled uncontrollably. Tears welled up in her eyes, and when she wanted to whimper, she bit her lip and held back the sound that would make her seem weak.

With trembling hands, she turned off the TV and took some ice from the fridge, along with a few bottles of beer. Ann Rann then walked back to her room with unsteady steps, taking three steps at a time.

She sat down on the floor and opened the bottle of beer. Ann Rann began to drink one bottle, two bottles, and three bottles. If she didn't, she really didn't know how she would sleep that night. After finishing the beer, Ann Rann wanted to continue drinking, but when she thought about going to get the beer, she might bump into Leng Yinfeng … Ann Rann lost her courage for a moment. Even if she couldn't touch the woman, she could still hear their voices.

She forced herself to climb onto the bed and cover herself with the covers, trying to get herself to sleep. However, cold tears couldn't help but flow out.

Vaguely, as if she heard that woman's suppressed moans again, Ann Rann couldn't help but rush into the toilet, vomiting non-stop.