Chapter 1852

"Mom, did Yanzhi know that you were going to be a matchmaker for him again, and people didn't like it, so he ran ahead of time?"

"If you don't say it, I didn't say it, and your father didn't breathe in advance, how could he know?" Wen's mother said: "the woman he went to see at the last Chinese New Year's day didn't say he wanted to bring it back. It's been so long. I think his temperament must have been yellow. Jingrong, you have lived here for so long. Have you seen any girl brought back by Yanzhi? "

Jing Rong pursed her lips and shook her head, "No."

"You see, I said it." Mrs. Wen looked at her daughter.

Then he sat down on the sofa and pulled out a stack of photos from his bag. Wenxue took a look at Jingrong, and saw Jingrong's face was warm and heavy. He said, "Mom, you're here again. You don't know who Yanzhi is yet? From small to large, who can give him advice on his own affairs? Dad can't cure him, not to mention you. "

"You don't see how old he is. The grandson of Lao Zhang's family next door can roll all over the ground, and there is no news about him. Can I get him to be more presumptuous? Jingrong, do you think I said that? " Mrs. Wen looks up at Jing Rong.

Jingrong micro Leng for a moment, nodded, "yes."

"What is it? You can tell him about the birth of a child, just tell him how old he is. He knows what. " Wen Xue muttered.

In particular, Mrs. Zhang, please have a look at the tea stand. You and Yanzhi are good friends. You must know what type he likes

Jingrong looked down and saw a bunch of pictures of girls.

All kinds of things.

Pure, mature, hot, home of any type have.

Jingrong looked at the photos, his eyes were dark and dark. After a while, he looked up and said, "actually I haven't met too much of his girlfriend, but listen to him, he has no specific preferences. I like this one today, but I may think that type is good tomorrow. "

"This son of a bitch can't settle down. I don't know when a good girl will appear. I can cure him and let him take heart. "

Jingrong said softly, "yes."

"What do you think of this one?" The wife pushes a photo to Jing Rong.

Jingrong took a look, is a clever girl.

He pondered, then nodded, "good, beautiful."

"Do you think Yanzhi will like it?"

Jing Rong looked at Mrs. Wen's expectant eyes, and her Adam's apple rolled down. Finally, she nodded, "I'll like it."

Wen Xue sat on one side and looked at him. Jingrong clearly felt that look in the eyes, but always just squint.

Mrs. Wen was very happy. "If you say that, I'm relieved. I'll make arrangements for the boy these days

"Do you really think I'll like this type?" Suddenly, a cold male voice sounded from the second floor. This sound, let the downstairs Jingrong breathe again, put on the wheelchair hand can not help but grip some.

Wen Xue raised her head and frowned.

Wen Yanzhi stood upstairs with his hands around his chest. The pajamas on the body are loose and open, revealing a large chest.

He was down from the ground, his eyes cold looking down the stairs. No, to be precise, it's looking at Jingrong.

Jingrong can feel a chill. He always keeps calm and never looks up.

"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's sleeping in another room. I didn't notice

"Is it?" Mrs. Wen didn't think much.

Wen Yanzhi came down from upstairs, as if he had just woken up. He was lazy. Close, his chest on those ambiguous scratches, see clearly.

Wenxue went up and closed his pajamas. "There are so many people in the family. What does it look like to wear it like this. How old is Jing Rongcai? Can you give him something good? "

The last sentence is meaningful.

Wen Yanzhi squints at Wen Xue. On the other side, Jing Rong's hand holding the wheelchair trembled slightly.

Wen Yanzhi tied the pajama belt around his waist, walked to the long sofa and sat lazily. Long legs overlapping, the appearance is yuppie and lazy.

Jingrong doesn't look at him. He just tries his best to be a transparent person.

This is the Wen family. He is an outsider.

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

The voice was cold. His face was serious.

It's not as childish as last night or this morning. It's like a different person.

Jing Rong was worried that Mrs. Wen could see what duanni came to, so he had to reply to his words, "answer what?"

Wen Yanzhi grabbed the photo, looked at it himself and sneered, "do you think I'll like this one?"

Take your breath in.

Silence for a moment, just way: "I think she is very good.""Is it? Why don't you marry her Wen Yanzhi looks colder. Every word is like a thorn.

One side of Mrs. Wen seems to be unable to see, a slap in the son's leg, "Stinky boy, you don't bully Jingrong for me. He married what? He is so young, what marriage? Besides, he needs you to worry about it here. What kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future

"I'm really worrying about it!" Wen Yanzhi only felt that Jing Rong's face, which did not show any emotion, was particularly hateful. "I have raised a white eyed Wolf for such a long time."

Jingrong has always been not showing off his eyes, a trace of waves.

"Did you take the gun all morning? Isn't Jing Rong choosing a girlfriend for you? You need to be so targeted at him. This photo is brought by my mother. It's also Ma who is the matchmaker and the matchmaker. What's your temper against me? What's your anger at Jingrong? " Winfrey is humane.

Jingrong takes a look at Mrs. Wen, and there are more ripples in her eyes.

But, soon.

Just nodded to his wife gently: "madam, you talk, I'll wash my face first."

"Well. You go. After washing and gargling, come down and have breakfast Mrs. Wen told me.

Jing Rong pushes the wheelchair and turns up.

He went into the room, looking at the mess of the bed, the same chaos in his heart. After trimming the sheets, the feeling of confusion still did not dissipate. He took the textbook from the head of the bed and looked through it.

"Jingrong." Just then, the door of the room was knocked.

It's warm snow.

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

Wenxue opened the door with a smile. I have a picture in my hand.

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

Jingrong smile, take her words, a serious look.

"Great progress. The lines are very good. "

"Is it?" Wen Xue answered vaguely. Looking at Jingrong, he suddenly asked, "did Yanzhi sleep with you last night?"

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