The Young Ancestor of Li’s Family Is Fierce and Sweet

Thinking of Li Song going against her everywhere, she is not a soft-hearted person.

Let's observe first.

Li Tinghe took the wine glass. He, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, didn't care that she had drunk it, so he took a sip of red wine from the rim of the glass.

When he was busy with business, his subordinate Xie Yuan appeared behind her, "Boss, will you take care of Li Song's affairs?"

"What do you think?"

"With your status and status, who dares to make you angry? Who dares to show you shame? Li Song, that bastard, is almost stunned by Lu Muqing. If he is saved, he will only continue to make trouble for you." Xie Yuan With bitter words, "This subordinate thinks it's better to let him die."

"It makes sense." Bai Jingxuan appreciatively patted Xie Yuan's shoulder.

"I have followed you for many years, I hope you will always be the strong man who does his own thing and is not disturbed by others."

She smiled slightly, "Things in the world may not always be as you wish."

A gust of wind blew by, and in the night, Xie Yuan looked at her extremely slender back, with her long jet-black hair fluttering in a beautiful arc.

Hiding his longing gaze, Xie Yuan didn't show any unnecessary expression on his face.

Lu Muqing ran to Li Song's room these days, very diligently, and even helped him go to the toilet many times.

Feed him, every detail.

Li Song was moved to tears.

As soon as Tang Jingxian stepped into the room where her husband lived, she saw Mu Qing carefully helping Li Song peel apples. The atmosphere was a little friendly, and she immediately lowered her face, "The servants will do these things. Don't bother Miss Lu to do it herself."

"Aunt Li..." Lu Muqing lowered his eyelids aggrievedly, "I just want to be more filial in front of Uncle Li's bed. After all, in my heart, he is one of the most important elders."

"Jingxian, what kind of crazy are you smoking?" Li Song blamed, "You are not careful with me, why don't you allow Mu Qing to be filial?"

"I'm not careful?" She walked to him, picked up a dragon fruit from the bedside table, peeled it, sliced ​​it with a fruit knife, inserted it with a toothpick and handed it to him, "Eat something?"

"I don't like eating dragon fruit, I didn't even ask, what are you peeling?" Li Song complained intuitively.

"Heh..." Tang Jingxian smiled sarcastically, "Ask yourself, did you love dragon fruit more than ten years ago?"

He loves it.

"Did you drink the porridge I cooked for you before? Did you wear the clothes I washed for you? Did you take a look at the sweater I knit for you?" She asked aggressively.

"I..." Li Song then remembered that his wife made porridge, which he found unpalatable. His wife washed the clothes for him, but he thought it was not clean, and he didn't even look at the sweater his wife knitted for him.

When did it start? Before the two of them, only strangeness and alienation remained.

Probably, it started with the time between him and the maid Li Hui more than ten years ago. It's been so long...

"Since you don't like my meddling, why should I make trouble for myself." Tang Jingxian's face was full of disappointment, "The Li family has a lot of servants. I'm too lazy to pretend to be like some people."

Li Song's eyes filled with guilt, "Jingxian, I..."

"Uncle Li, I'm not pretending." Lu Muqing raised his hand and almost swore, "Because of Ting He, I can't be your adopted daughter, but I really treat you like my father."

"Did you hear that?" Li Song immediately shielded Lu Muqing, "What a wonderful child, why do you have to make trouble with her, a junior?"

"Your ass is crooked, and you take everything she says as the truth." Tang Jingxian spat, "The bastard surnamed Li has been dead for more than ten years. Originally, our relationship as a husband and wife is not so bad."