One Hundred and Thirty-Eight The Love Buried by Time

"Mom, did Yanzhi know that you were coming to act as a matchmaker for him again, and he was unhappy, so he ran away early?"

"You didn't tell me, I didn't tell her, and your dad didn't breathe in advance. How would he know?" Mother Wen said, "During the last Chinese New Year, the woman he went to see didn't say that he wanted to bring her back to see her. ．It’s been so long, I guess his temper must have gone bad. Jingrong, have you ever seen that guy Yanzhi bring any girl back? "

Jingrong pursed his lips before shaking his head, "No."

"Look, I just said it!" Mrs. Wen looked at her daughter.

Then, he sat down on the sofa and took out a stack of photos from his bag. Wen Xue glanced at Jing Rong and saw Jing Rong's gentle face, then said: "Mom, you're here again. You still don't know who Yanzhi is? Ever since he was a child, who can make decisions for him in his own affairs? Dad can’t cure him, let alone you.”

"Don't even look at how old he is. The grandson of Lao Zhang's family next door is rolling all over the floor, and he hasn't moved at all. Can I let him continue to be wild? Jingrong, what do you think I'm talking about? No?" Mrs. Wen looked up at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

"What is it? How old is Jingrong? Just tell him about having a baby. What does he know?" Wen Xue muttered.

Mrs. Wen spread out a photo on the coffee table, "Come on, Jingrong, help Auntie take a look to see if there is anyone particularly suitable for you. You and Yanzhi are good friends, so you must know what type he likes."

Jingrong looked down and saw a stack of photos of girls.

all kinds.

There are all kinds of pure, mature, sexy and homely ones.

Jing Rong looked at the photos, his eyes darkening again and again. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Actually... I haven't met his girlfriend too many times, but I heard from him that he doesn't have any specific preferences. If he likes this one today, he might think that type is good tomorrow."

"This brat just can't calm down. I really don't know if a good girl will appear someday who can cure him and calm him down."

Jing Rong whispered: "Yes."

"Then what do you think of this?" Madam pushed a photo in front of Jingrong.

Jing Rong took a look and saw that she was a well-behaved girl.

He pondered, and then nodded, "Very good, very beautiful."

"Then do you think Yanzhi will like it?"

Jingrong looked at Mrs. Wen's expectant eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally nodded, "I'll like it."

Wen Xue sat aside and looked at him sideways. Jing Rong could clearly feel the look in his eyes, but he still just stared at it.

Mrs. Wen was very happy, "If you say that, I feel relieved. Then I will make arrangements for this boy in the next few days."

"Do you really think I will like this type of person?" Suddenly, a cold male voice sounded from the second floor. This sound made Jingrong downstairs take a heavy breath, and the hand on the wheelchair couldn't help but tighten a little tighter.

Wen Xue raised his head and frowned.

Wen Yanzhi stood upstairs with his hands folded across his chest. The pajamas on her body were casually open, revealing a large area of ​​​​their chest.

He was condescending and looked downstairs with cold eyes. No, to be precise, he was looking at Jingrong.

Jing Rong could feel a chill. He always remained calm and never raised his head.

"Are you at home?" Mrs. Wen was surprised to see her son.

"Didn't your sister say you weren't at home? What happened?"

Wen Xue coughed, "I... maybe he slept in another room, and I didn't notice."

"Really?" Mrs. Wen didn't think much about it.

Wen Yanzhi came down from upstairs, looking as if he had just woken up and looking lazy. Being so close, the ambiguous scratches on his chest were clearly visible.

Wen Xue walked up and closed his pajamas, "There are so many people at home, how do you dress like this? How old is Jing Rong, can you do something good for him?"

The last sentence is profound.

Wen Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Xue. On the other side, Jingrong's hand holding the wheelchair trembled slightly.

Wen Yanzhi casually tied the pajamas around his waist, walked to the long sofa, and sat down lazily. The long legs are crossed, looking yuppie and lazy.

Jingrong didn't look at him, he just tried his best to be transparent.

This is the Wen family, and he is an outsider.

"Why don't you answer me?" Wen Yanzhi didn't want to let Jing Rong go. From the beginning to the end, his eyes were still on him. The question just now was not answered, so he just continued to ask.

The voice was cold. His face was serious.

Not at all the childish look he had last night or this morning. It's like he's become a different person.

Jingrong was worried that Mrs. Wen would catch some clues and had to reply, "What's your answer?"

Wen Yanzhi grabbed the photo just now, looked at it for himself, and sneered, "Do you think I will like this one?"

The boy's breathing tightened.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I think she's pretty good."

"Really? How about you marry her?" Wen Yanzhi's expression became even colder. When spoken, every word seemed to have a thorn.

Mrs. Wen seemed to be unable to stand it anymore and slapped her son on the leg, "You brat, stop bullying Jingrong. Why is he getting married? Why is he getting married at such a young age? Besides, he needs you. I’m just worrying here. Jingrong looks so good, what kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future?”

"I'm really worrying about nothing!" Wen Yanzhi felt that Jingrong's face, which showed no emotion at all, was particularly hateful. He said it in a heavier tone, "I've raised him for so long, and I only raised an ungrateful person!"

Jingrong's eyes, which were always calm, showed a trace of ripples.

"You're so angry so early in the morning? Isn't it just that Jingrong chose a girlfriend for you? Is there any need to target him like this? This photo was brought by mom, and it was mom who acted as a matchmaker for you. If you have any temper, come to me, why are you venting your anger on Jingrong?" Mrs. Wen said.

Jingrong glanced at Mrs. Wen, and there were more ripples in his eyes.

But, it quickly disappeared.

He just nodded to his wife: "Madam, you guys chat, I'll go wash my face first."

"Oh, okay. Go ahead. Come down quickly after washing up and have breakfast." Mrs. Wen urged.

Jingrong pushed the wheelchair and turned up.

He entered the room, looking at the mess on the bed, and his heart was just as messy. After straightening the sheets, the messy feeling in his heart still did not dissipate. He took the textbook from the bedside and started reading.

"Jingrong." At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

It was Wen Xue.

Jingrong looked up, "Come in, the door is not locked."

Wen Xue smiled and pushed the door open. With a painting in her hand.

"You haven't seen my paintings yet. Take a look."

Jingrong smiled slightly, took over her words, and looked at them carefully one by one.

"Great progress. The lines are handled very well."

"Really?" Wen Xue responded vaguely. Looking at Jingrong with a slightly serious look, she suddenly asked: "Did Yanzhi sleep with you last night?"

[It's midnight, go to bed! I'll update the second update tomorrow during the day. It should be in the afternoon. The water and electricity of the house need to be inspected in the morning~]