C20 It's Your Room

Yin Jialu blinked her eyes. Her expression was harmless, but she pushed the problem back to Leng Dongxu.

Leng Dongxu's face turned green when he was questioned by a little girl. He was too shameless.

He wanted to say something, but Zhao Yahui patted his back and endured it.

Zhao Yahui opened her mouth. Her posture was elegant and had the demeanor of a young lady. "Since your sister-in-law went to the kitchen to help, you might as well go and take a look." This was obviously accusing her of not knowing how to respect others. Even though her sister-in-law went to the kitchen, she was still sitting there.

Yin Jialu instantly felt that there was no one in the Leng family who was kind to her. This was only to come and sit. If she really came to stay, she was afraid that she would not be able to live.

"My wife doesn't need to go to the kitchen to cook." Suddenly, the silent Leng Dongru finally closed his notebook and looked at his mother coldly.

Zhao Yahui obviously did not expect her second son to speak to her like this because of this girl. Naturally, she could not keep her face straight.

"Then how are you guys going to eat together in the future? You can't go to a hotel every once in a while, right? Although our family is rich, eating like that is not good for our health."

"Mom, you care too much." Leng Dongru stood up. "Follow me."

Yin Jialu saw that he was talking to her, so she quickly got up and followed him to the second floor.

If she sat here any longer, she was afraid that there would not be any bones left.

Leng Dongru stopped at the stairs to wait for her. Seeing that she was walking slowly, he pulled her to his side and whispered in her ear, "Put away your trick. Don't use it in my house."

Yin Jialu stuck out her tongue. She knew that even if she tried to please everyone, she would not be welcomed.

Zhao Yahui turned her head and looked at the two people who entered the bedroom. She angrily threw the small folding fan in her hand onto the coffee table and complained, "I really forgot my mother when I married. Now that I have a wife, I still dare to count me down."

Leng Dongxu looked like he was watching a good show. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the tightly shut bedroom. He said slowly, "Little brother has a promising future. He loves his wife so much the moment he returns to the country. In the future, he will only obey his wife's orders."

"Don't be afraid that the world will be in chaos. Your little brother is more promising than you! Look at you and Yixi, who have been together all day, but you keep a straight face towards each other. It has been two years, but there is still no movement in her stomach." Leng Liang berated.

"You are talking about brother and sister-in-law. Why are you talking about me again? Fine! You are right. As long as I am in front of you, my whole body will be in the wrong. I'll go, I'll go, alright? " Leng Dongxu got up, supported the crippled leg, and walked to the second floor step by step.

At the kitchen door, Wai Yixi, who was just about to come out and ask what dishes everyone wanted to eat, held an apron tightly in her hands, her face full of grievance.

She did not like Leng Dongxu, but her family still married her to him for the inheritance rights of the Leng's. She admitted it. After marriage, Leng Dongxu had a bad temper because of his disability. She had always tried to make things difficult for her, so she endured it. However, she didn't expect that... Now, even her father was dissatisfied with her.

It seemed that she had to change everything as soon as possible, especially when Yin Jialu appeared in this house.

In the bedroom, Yin Jialu looked at the huge bedroom, but there were only two colors: gray and white. The wooden cabinet, the white wall, the gray sheets, the blanket, and the wooden bedside cabinet.

"Your room?" Yin Jialu asked as she touched the closet.

Leng Dongru stood in front of the window and looked at the garden outside. "Your room."

"Mine?" No, no, no, she did not want this kind of meaningless room.

But why did she look at Leng Dongru in a strange way? A bit of mockery, and even ridicule?

Was she mocking her intelligence?

Yin Jialu instantly thought of it. If she really wanted to live in the Leng family, she would have to stay with Leng Dongru. Wouldn't that mean she would have to stay in the same room?

So, this room, to be precise, was also her room?

Damn, she would never let such a thing happen.

"If Director Leng is fine, I will go down first." If she stayed longer, she would probably attack him with all kinds of words.

Leng Dongru flashed and stood in front of the door. He reached out and locked the door behind him.