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

"Hey. I can't sleep." She buried her head in his arms.

Li Song came over and followed Ting He's pace towards the living room of the main house, "Son, daughter-in-law, I made breakfast myself, do you want some?"

"Yeah." Bai Jingxuan nodded, twisted Tinghe's sleeve, "let me down. Hugging him in broad daylight is very decent."

She doesn't care about saintliness, as long as her husband cares about her.

Li Tinghe was unmoved, and did not put Bai Jingxuan on the dining chair until he entered the restaurant.

She felt that she was a big baby.

Tang Jingxian had already been waiting at the table. Seeing how affectionate her son and daughter-in-law were, she couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear, "Your father-in-law got up at four o'clock to start making the steamed buns this morning. They were just steamed out of the oven, and they were piping hot."

There are two big plates of fat and white buns on the table, as well as freshly squeezed soy milk and stewed bird's nest.

"I've only learned these breakfasts for the time being." Li Song smiled, "Daughter-in-law, try it. To make amends, I've worked hard to practice cooking."

"Just don't continue to make mistakes." Bai Jingxuan was quite magnanimous and didn't hold onto his past.

"No, no." Li Song raised three fingers and swore, "I will definitely cherish life."

Li Tinghe stared at the bun soy milk, hesitant, "Can I eat it?"

"Son, you're hurting me, your mother praised me for my improvement in craftsmanship..." Li Song boasted.

Bai Jingxuan took a bun and took a bite.

Li Song stared at her, "How is it?"

"It's pretty good." In fact, the taste is very average, since it's not bad. Bai Jingxuan also recognized the buns made by the old and young master himself.

Li Tinghe held a bun in his slender hand, and after taking a bite, he said indifferently, "In the future, don't bother me any more. Leave the cooking to the chef."

"Son, you are clearly thinking that my cooking is not delicious..." Li Song was aggrieved.

"It's good to know." Li Tinghe has always been talking, and he is not used to his stinky problems. Otherwise, he pays the chef to do something.

Li Song was not angry either, "I'll be happy if you appreciate this meal. Anyway, I don't have the talent to cook, so I'll just wait to eat in the future."

Ding!

Li Tinghe's cell phone rang, and he clicked on the text message, which contained information about Ling Che.

Ling Che turned out to be the son of Vice President Ling Jin.

Ling Jin had a son who died of illness when he was fourteen or fifteen years old. At that time, Ling Jin was so distraught that he was reluctant to cremate the child's body and buried it himself.

After twelve years, unexpectedly, the late Ling Che came back alive.

As for where Ling Che went in the past twelve years, even his men and horses, there was no trace.

He seemed to disappear out of nowhere and now reappear out of nowhere.

What is certain is that he is the boss behind the Royal Snake Winery.

Bai Jingxuan glanced at Li Tinghe's cell phone, and naturally saw the information on it.

There was even a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Because Ling Che in the organization has no past memories.

From his usual words and deeds, it can still be seen that he is extraordinary.

Unexpectedly, his father is now the vice president.

Of course, twelve years ago, Ling Jin was still Gao Guan.

Li Tinghe's eyes were as sharp as ice, and he judged with just one glance, "You don't know his identity?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

The corners of his lips curled up with a little joy, "It means that you and him are not very familiar."