[69 Book Bar-www.] "Master, take a rest, because there is a game at 4 p.m."

The respectful servant stood outside the tennis court, watching Leng Yueyu panting and training non-stop, his eyes full of worry.

Leng October naturally knew that the worry was not about himself, but the worry that he would mess up the afternoon game.

Leng October didn't look at the servant coolly. He took the tennis racket and walked to the lounge chair on the side to sit down. He wiped the sweat on his face with a towel... Then he put the tennis racket into the tennis bag and shook his hand.

Swing it, the tennis bag hangs on your shoulder..

Passing by that servant, seeing the disdain and contempt, the sweet piano sound came from the window above my head, that noble princess is now pretty and lovely, she is the real princess, right?

"What are you dragging? It's just the illegitimate child that the master picked up."

Although the voice was not loud, it still reached her ears clearly. Leng Shiyue raised an indifferent smile, illegitimate child? She disdained it.

Leng October walked into his exclusive lounge, put his tennis bag on the chair, took off his shirt, and put a white strip of cloth over his chest. People who didn't know better thought he was injured, but only Leng October himself

Know.

Untie the white strips of cloth, circle after circle...

She still remembered that day, "From today on, you are my son, Leng Tianhao, Leng October."

After leaving a few words, he took his daughter back to enjoy family happiness, leaving her alone...

"Master, please follow the younger one."

Of the two people behind Leng Tianhao, one person walked out consciously. He was a rough-looking man with a delicate mind. He was not awkward at all, and he called a little girl with two pigtails young master.

Five-year-old Leng Yueyue followed Leng Tianhao's confidant, a rough and arrogant man named Leng Yi.

"Master, please cut your hair and put on this dress."

In a cold room with a black background, Leng October touched her long hair, Young Master... Why Young Master?

She put on the clothes, which turned out to be a small suit, a bit nondescript. She opened the door and frowned coldly.

"Master, please cut your hair."

He lowered his head and demanded forcefully. Leng Tianhao walked up and looked at Leng Yuyue's appearance, his eyes flashed, his cold and bloodthirsty expression was extremely cold.

"Take him to the dark hall."

The cold order came, and Leng Yiyue was taken to the dark hall by Leng Yi. Seeing the six or seven-year-old child being trained ruthlessly, and turning into a pool of blood if he made any mistakes, Leng Yueyue still smiled, even after seeing this.

There is nothing surprising about the life in purgatory.

"Put away your smile. The young master of the Leng family doesn't need to smile. Cut your hair, otherwise you will become one of them."

Leng Yi left Leng Tianhao behind, Leng Yi left, and Leng Tianyue was left alone. All the fighting stopped. The child who stayed was more than smart, and naturally understood what Leng Tianhao meant.

Facing a hundred children who had gone through cruel training and pressing forward step by step, Leng October still smiled, and the pear dimples flickered...

When her arm was cut by the blade and her blood dripped, she realized that it was not a joke.

He put away his smile and looked at the hundred people coldly, trying not to get hurt while dodging, but it was not that easy with long hair. Strands of long hair fell down, and the beautiful braids were scattered. At this moment, the short and medium hair looked like a dog chewing.

The long one is long, the short one is short.

"Okay! Leng Yi, bring her out."

Leng Tianhao was very satisfied with Leng October's performance.

Looking back at the bloody dark hall, Leng Yueyue followed Leng Yi... She finally knew that she was not a princess, but a young master.

"Play tennis well for me seriously."

Leaving behind a sentence, Leng Tianhao seemed to disappear from that day on, as if he had never appeared again.
Chapter completed!