Chapter 1052: Always Standing at the Starting Point Waiting for that Person

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When Leng Hao heard this word, his right hand holding the chopsticks froze completely.

Leng Zhiyuan, who was opposite him, quickly raised his head and looked at his son, "Si Leng, eat quickly and eat more vegetables." She kept blinking at her son, meaning - don't say anything.

Zhou Sileng's little friend whined. He knew he had said something he shouldn't have said, and he quickly lowered his head to eat.

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother knew something about the situation, but Mr. Zhou didn't. He quickly answered, "Uncle Sileng, Sileng is right to remind you. Why don't you bring Aunt Sileng here with you? This is a Chinese New Year. ,you alone."

Father Zhou quickly kicked Mr. Zhou under the table.

Compared to the small actions of this family, Leng Hao was very calm. He said indifferently, "I'm divorced."

"Oh." Mr. Zhou responded first and then said "Ah" quickly, "What, Uncle Sileng, are you divorced?"

Father Zhou kicked him under the table, and Mr. Zhou also realized that he shouldn't talk about this topic. He said "haha" twice and said to himself, "It doesn't matter. If the couple is not suitable, they can't force themselves to stay together forever. It doesn't matter if they get divorced. There are many good girls, uncle, I will help you pay attention, and if there are good girls, I will introduce them to you."

As he spoke, Mr. Zhou suddenly hesitated, "Uncle Sileng, this... you are divorced, what will happen to your children? I forgot to ask, the son you gave birth to is still a daughter, she should be older than us Sileng... This A family with one more child is much more lively..."

"Dad!" Father Zhou stood up quickly. He picked up a small bowl and filled a bowl of soup for Mr. Zhou. "Dad, I think you are drunk. Let's talk less and drink more soup!"

Zhou's father told him to stop talking. The meaning was too obvious. Mr. Zhou didn't understand why. He took the soup and took a sip. He kept mumbling in his heart, where did he say something wrong?

Leng Hao's expression did not change. He picked up the red wine at hand and drank it in one gulp.

"Brother!" Leng Zhiyuan looked at his eldest brother with concern.

Leng Hao didn't speak. He reached for the red wine bottle.

At this time, a soft little hand held his palm, and Zhou Sileng's little friend frowned and said, "Uncle, drink less wine."

Leng Hao glanced sideways at the little boy's bright black eyes. His expression was dazed for a moment. He quickly retracted his hand and said, "Okay, uncle won't drink anymore."

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After dinner, Leng Zhiyuan found Leng Hao on the lawn outside. Leng Hao was standing outside blowing the wind. He wiped his trouser pocket with one hand and held a cigarette between two fingers of the other hand.

In front of him was the floor-to-ceiling window of the mansion. Tonight on the reunion day, two window grilles were pasted on the floor-to-ceiling windows. He blew out a puff of smoke and looked at the beautiful window grilles in the curl of blue smoke.

Leng Zhiyuan walked over and she said, "Brother."

"Huh?" Leng Hao didn't move.

Leng Zhiyuan suddenly didn't know what to say. Some people's wounds don't need comfort at all, because others' comfort is just to take out their wounds and sprinkle a layer of salt on them.

Both brothers and sisters were silent. Leng Hao quietly finished smoking half a cigarette. The fingers he wiped in his trouser pocket moved and he said hoarsely, "Have you seen...her?"

"Yes," Leng Zhiyuan nodded, "We met in Fulin Mall a month ago. Xiao Tao came back to China to hold her art exhibition in the mainland. Big brother, Xiao Tao... is doing very well."

Leng Hao was startled, and then he chuckled softly.

His smile was mocking.

But Leng Zhiyuan knew that he was just laughing at himself.

"Brother, how come you and Xiaotao...Xiaotao's child...is gone?"

Leng Zhiyuan didn't wait for an answer. He didn't answer until Leng Hao finished smoking all the cigarettes. He turned around and stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand in the trash can. He walked towards the car.

"Brother, do you want to leave?"

"Well, I'm going back first." Leng Hao waved his hand without looking back.

"But brother, you are drunk and cannot drive..."

Before she finished speaking, Leng Hao had already gotten into the car and the luxury car sped away.

Leng Zhiyuan,…

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On New Year's Eve, the streets were unusually deserted, with almost no pedestrians or vehicles. At this point, everyone was probably at home for reunions. Leng Hao drove a luxury car all the way, and the neon lights of the city reflected through the car windows on his three-dimensional and stylish face. On his handsome face, his facial features were as cold as if they were sealed by ice.

Suddenly a sharp brake sound sounded, and the luxury car stopped. Leng Hao frowned and quickly turned the steering wheel, and the luxury car sped away in the other direction.

Half an hour later, the luxury car slowly stopped, and the driver's window slid down. Leng Hao turned his head and looked at the mall next to him, Fulin Mall...

He didn't drink much wine, and it was red wine. He was obviously not drunk, but he felt like he was drunk inside.

Men born like him have never celebrated the Spring Festival, and Hong Kong people do not celebrate the Spring Festival. However, he has celebrated it once, and now it’s like a movie is playing in his head. That night, the firecrackers were red, and the girl was drunk and lying on the bed Wu Nongruan He didn't know who was attracted by the words, but he couldn't help but kissed her. Her mouth felt like she had just eaten milk tablets, and the fragrance was overflowing.

But the scene turned back to the hospital. Many people in white coats were walking around. Finally, the operating room door was pushed open, and someone said to him---it's a boy, seven months old...

Leng Hao pressed the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He frowned in pain, and then buried his face in his hands.

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The Zhou family mansion.

Leng Zhiyuan lay on the fence in the yard and looked out. Zhou Sireng, accompanied by his great-grandfather, grandparents, was setting off firecrackers. In the distant sky, many stars fell and twinkled.

At this time, two strong arms circled her thin waist from behind. She was hugged into a warm and broad chest, and her face was kissed. "What are you thinking about?"

Leng Zhiyuan shook her head, "Nothing..."

"Thinking about big brother?" Zhou Yao hugged her tightly.

Leng Zhiyuan twisted her eyebrows, "Relationships are between two people. We are just outsiders. Even if we worry, it's useless. I just think... It's a pity. Xiaotao is a good girl. She can pass on her happiness to the people around her, like a little angel... And, her child..."

"Wife, the child is gone, which means there is no fate. They haven't let go of it all these years, which only means that they haven't let go of the original relationship. Big brother should know what he wants."

"Yeah." Leng Zhiyuan nodded. Big brother is not young anymore. Is he still single because he wants to be single or is he always waiting for that person at the starting point?

The eldest brother is waiting for that person to turn around.

Leng Zhiyuan adjusted her mood and turned her head to look at the man behind her, "Husband, do you want Si Leng to be a soldier?"

Zhou Yao put his chin on her fragrant shoulder and rubbed it, "The men in our Zhou family are upright. It would be best if Si Leng wants to be a soldier. If he is not interested, I will not force him."