her..." 。Qin Lie's heart skipped a beat, and the past unfolded before him like a tasting menu of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors: “Yanyan and I met when we were both eighteen, fresh out of high...Xia Haidong has nine sons. Leng Yeshen's mother's best friend, who is also Leng Yeshen's godmother, is the wife of Xia Yangxiao, Xia Haidong's most beloved youngest son.

And Xia Haidong's grandsons are the "Ling" generation, and his granddaughters are the "Xuan" generation. He has fifteen grandsons and three granddaughters. There were originally eighteen of them, but the youngest granddaughter, who is also the godmother of Leng Yechen and Xia Yangxiao's youngest daughter, was taken away by someone right after she was born and her whereabouts are still unknown to this day.

However, it is said that Leng Yechen's stepmother became mentally unstable due to excessive longing for her daughter. In order to comfort his wife's emotions, Xia Yangxiao adopted a girl born on the same day, month, and year as his biological daughter, and even gave the name "Xia Xuanling" of his biological daughter to this foster daughter.

In other words, Leng Yechen's godfather is Xia Yangxiao. Although Xia Yangxiao has a biological son, his abilities are inferior to Leng Yechen's, so Xia Yangxiao still attaches more importance to Leng Yechen in some aspects.

That's all Lian Huasheng knew.

As for the Xia family's affairs, Leng Yechen knew a little. He had heard his grandfather and mother talk about it before, but besides his foster mother's family matters, he didn't remember anything else.

"Speaking of which, Ah Chen, Luo Yi Rou's birthdate and the date of Xia Bureau Chief's kidnapped daughter are exactly the same. Do you think Luo Yi Rou could be Xia Bureau Chief's long-lost daughter Should we take a strand of her hair for testing" Lian Huasheng suddenly thought of this, he asked seriously.

Cold Night chuckled dismissively. "Mind your own business."

If Xia Yangxiao wanted to find his daughter, he could have used his power to do so long ago. But after all these years, he hasn't sent anyone to look for her. What does that tell us

As for the specific reason, Leng Yechen couldn't guess or figure it out. However, an intuition told him that Xia Yangxiao didn't seem too keen on finding this daughter back.

"Oh, I just don't understand." Lian Huasheng sighed.

"Leng Yechen handed Lian Huasheng the gloves, mop, paper hat, and apron one by one. He narrowed his black eyes, lifted his chin, and commanded coldly, "The rest of the work is up to you. I'm going to look for Yimo. If you can't finish wiping the windows, don't even think about getting paid this month."

"Damn! You heartless capitalist!" Lian Huasheng grumbled with a bitter face, "I haven't even had breakfast yet!"

"It's already eleven o'clock!" Leng Yechen tapped his wristwatch and turned to walk downstairs.

He went down the stairs all the way but didn't see Tong Yimo, so he went to the kitchen.

And Tong Yimo was indeed busy in the kitchen.

In the clean and tidy kitchen, the hot air "gurgled" from the clay pot and electric rice cooker, where the abalone and sea cucumber soup was simmered to a rich and fragrant state.

With Liu Shen and Tong Yimo's cooking skills, they could open a high-end restaurant at home.

"Yimo, I think, I'm very happy." Leng Yechen walked to Tong Yimo's back, his hands embracing her abdomen.

His tall frame enveloped her slender figure safely in his arms.

Tong Yimo, while picking vegetables, couldn't help but chuckle: "Big brother, if you don't get married, you could just live with Dr. Lian."

Just now, their look, the CP feeling is really strong and eye-catching.

"If you don't marry me, I'm really going to be a bachelor for life." Leng Yechen whispered into Tong Yimo's ear, lightly biting her tender earlobe and murmuring softly.

Tong Yimo shrugged slightly, her ears feeling a little warm. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled upwards, and her heart felt inexplicably sweet.

His large hand brushed the long hair at the back of her neck, his thin lips moving from her earlobe to her collarbone, while his other hand slowly climbed up her abdomen.

Her shirt buttons were unfastened one by one, effortlessly, and his long fingers slipped inside the shirt like a water snake.

"Big brother, stop! This is the kitchen..." It was only a moment before Tong Yimo felt breathless, her face flushed red.

Since last night, he had been acting as if he were addicted to her, and if he hadn't gotten his fill, he couldn't get it out of his mind.

On one hand, he endured silently, on the other, he maintained his composure, and yet he didn't forget to try and tempt her to cross the line...

He didn't speak, his body pressed tightly against her back.

She was disheveled, her blouse open to reveal her ample bosom. Her rounded shoulders bore the marks of his passion.

Tong Yimo felt the cold, metallic buckle of Ye Shen's belt against her waist. They were pressed so close together that the metal buckle was uncomfortably digging into her. She grumbled, "Big brother, your belt buckle is poking me."

Cold Night's brow arched in a smile that wasn't quite a smile, as he leaned back into her ear, his voice low and teasing: "If Yi Mo finds my belt inconvenient, perhaps Yi Mo could help me unbuckle it"

"Big brother, don't joke around." Tong Yimo regained her composure, just as she was about to be seduced by Leng Yechen into a state of confusion. She stopped his restless hands and said, "Or else, I'll really get angry!"

"Baby, be good, don't be angry." Leng Yechen withdrew his hand in time, his hot thin lips kissed Tong Yimo's slightly warm cheek, and then said, "I have to go out for a while, I won't be home for lunch today."

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