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

Li Song looked for it and followed Tinghe's steps towards the living room of the main house, "Son, daughter-in-law, I made breakfast with my own hands, do you eat some?"

"Yeah." Bai Jingxuan nodded, and twisted Tinghe's sleeves, "Let me down. In broad daylight, she is very decent."

She doesn't care about the style of a saint, as long as her husband cares about her.

Li Tinghe remained unmoved, and didn't 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 that his son and daughter-in-law were so affectionate, she laughed from ear to ear, "This morning's buns were made by your father-in-law when he got up at four o'clock. It was just steamed out and hot."

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

"I only learned these for breakfast for the time being." Li Song smiled, "Daughter-in-law, try it. In order to make amends, I have practiced cooking very hard."

"You don't need to continue making mistakes." Bai Jingxuan was considered generous, and didn't hold on to his past.

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

Li Tinghe stared at the steamed bun soy milk, hesitated, "Can you eat it?"

"Son, you break my heart, your mother praises my improvement in craftsmanship..." Li Song boasted.

Bai Jingxuan took a bun and took a bite.

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

"Very good." In fact, the taste is very ordinary, since it is not unpalatable. Bai Jingxuan also recognized the buns made by the young and old.

Li Tinghe's slender hand took a steamed bun, and after taking a bite, his expression was indifferent and indifferent.

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

"It's fine if you know." Li Tinghe has always been a mouthful, not accustomed to his stinking problems. Otherwise, he spends money to ask the chef to do something.

Li Song didn't get angry, "This meal, if you appreciate it, I will be happy. Anyway, I don't have the talent to cook, so I just wait to eat in the future."

Ding!

Li Tinghe's cell phone rang and 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 five. At that time, Ling Jin was so distraught that he was reluctant to cremate the child's body and bury it himself.

After twelve years, I didn't expect the late Ling Che to come back alive.

As for where Ling Che has been in the past twelve years, even his crew can't find a trace.

He seemed to disappear out of thin air, and now he appeared out of thin air.

To be sure, he is the owner behind the scenes of Royal Snake Winery.

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

Even her eyes flashed an accident.

Because Ling Che in the organization has no memory of the past.

From his usual words and deeds, one can still see that he has an extraordinary direction.

Unexpectedly, his father is the current vice president.

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

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

"Yeah." She nodded.

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