Zhao Chen was a little confused about what gifts he should bring when he went to the Lin family.

It's heavy, not suitable, and it's light, and I'm afraid that Lin's father and mother will say privately that he doesn't understand etiquette.

Dengzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital. He used his father's fake identity to do business in the county town. He occasionally socializes and gives gifts to his mother. His mother made a reservation. After reading the order, he learned it and then handed it over to Chen Ping as usual. However, his mother did not know about the Lin family's affairs this time, and he did not plan to let his mother know about it.

This was done in a willful and ridiculous way. Looking back, he felt that it was not like he could do it. In order to fight against a farm girl and to see her angry, he actually promised to personally guide a farmer child. Now the other party wants him to take responsibility...

But for some reason, he didn't feel troublesome at all at this moment, and he was curious about what she would do.

If, if she beg him, the marriage was not without room for negotiation. After all, he had no one he liked yet. He once thought that his wife would definitely choose from a famous family in the capital, but if he thought deeply, he never planned to take advantage of the power of his wife. Then, what's the difference between his future wife being a peasant daughter or a noble daughter? It's just that it sounds good but not nice, and the eyes of others are what he cares the most. As long as that woman can make him see, as long as her status is not too low, he will marry her.

A farmer girl, a good son, is enough.

The most important thing is that she aroused his desire and made him want her. As long as she poses, she stops being disgusted with him and lets him see him obediently, and he will be as she wishes.

"Young Master, my wife has someone send you a plate of cherries to try it out."

Zhao Chen's eyes turned to the door: "Come in."

Jin Mo walked in with the plate in one hand and picked the curtain with the other. She was wearing a pink shirt and pear white skirt. Zhao Chen was stunned. He remembered that the day when he first saw Aji wearing this outfit was also like this. He couldn't help but look up and found that Jin Mo's skin looked white and rosy against the pink shirt. His only outstanding eyes were drooping obediently. He only secretly looked at him when he got closer, and immediately lowered again, standing nervously on the side.

Zhao Chen swept across her chest without hesitation, but this time he had no desire.

"Go down." He said lightly, looking at the rosy, bright and full-headed Fukuyama cherry on the table, and added another sentence: "Let Chen Ping come in."

"Yes." Jin Mo stepped down obediently, and only when she left the house showed disappointment and annoyance. The young master had never looked at her directly. She was admiring her in her heart, but she didn't dare to have any inappropriate thoughts. Unexpectedly, the young master finally became a little different from her that day. Although she didn't let her serve for some reason, she also felt hope in her heart. Unfortunately, the young master got cold again these days.

What went wrong?

She went to call Chen Ping in a daze.

The next day, Zhao Chen led Chen Ping to set off on the grounds of going to the county town, bringing two cans of Maojian and a basket of Fushan cherries.

He did not go to the Lin family directly, but was still waiting for Lin Chongjiu by the river. He taught until almost noon before he asked Chen Ping to stay by the river to guard the carriage. He carried tea and asked Lin Chongjiu to carry cherries. The two of them slowly walked towards the village. Now his identity is half of Lin Chongjiu's master, and he didn't want to be arrogant. Taking a carriage into the village will definitely attract people to watch. Now that he is going alone, he is just a guest.

After climbing a small slope, Lin Chongjiu pointed to his backyard and said, "Brother Zhao, that's my family. My father and the others must be waiting for us!"

Zhao Chen looked at the Lin family's backyard with interest.

The house is pretty good in the countryside here. No wonder she raised her tender skin and flesh, which is not like a village girl.

After walking around the farmhouse next to the road, he turned around and saw Mr. Lin and a strong man standing side by side under a willow tree. When he saw them, he immediately came over.

Zhao Chen put the tea in the basket and signaled Lin Chongjiu to go in first. Instead, he smiled and saluted Lin Xian: "I'm just resting in the house, why bother coming out? It's because my younger generation was negligent, and Uncle Lau has been waiting for a long time."

He is humble and polite, and it is easy for people to feel good about it. Lin Xian replied: "Young Master Zhao has already made the humble house shine brightly when he arrives. Why do you need to spend money?" He said that and introduced Meng Zhongjing to him: "This is my prospective son-in-law, surnamed Meng and named Zhongjing. He was a relative of his eldest daughter last year. Young Master Zhao was a noble man. I specially asked him to come over and open my eyes."

Prospective son-in-law...

Zhao Chen's smile was a little frozen, but it was only a flash of time, and he praised: "Brother Meng is a talented person, I will congratulate my uncle on his happy son-in-law."

He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe and was born with Zhilan Yushu. It was the first time that Meng Zhongjing had dealt with such a rich young man, and he couldn't help but feel a little restrained. He called Mr. Zhao again, and he stammered for a moment before calling him "Brother Zhao".

Zhao Chen nodded and his eyes naturally fell on Lin Xian.

Lin Xian said humbly: "In front of Mr. Zhao, Zhongjing is a handsome talent. Just go to work and live. Let's go to the house to sit." He reached out and asked the person to the yard. Zhao Chen smiled and walked calmly, while Meng Zhongjing walked on Lin Xian's side as a junior, one step behind.

As early as when Lin Chongjiu ran in, Liu knew that his life-savior had come and told Aji to look at the kitchen. She was waiting nervously at the kitchen door. When she saw the three of them coming in, she quickly walked down the steps and thanked Zhao Chen: "Young Master Zhao, you are here. Fortunately, our Xiaojiu has saved his life with you. I will remember this kindness in my heart for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Chen paused his feet and saluted her: "Auntie is so serious. I am destined to Xiaojiu. It's just a matter of raising hands. Don't mention it again."

Mrs. Liu was gratefully not sure what to do. When she looked at her husband, she said embarrassedly: "Okay, then you go to the house to talk. The meal will be ready in a while. There is nothing good in the farmhouse. Mr. Zhao, don't dislike it."

"Auntie is so polite." Zhao Chen smiled and shook his head, watching her enter the kitchen before continuing to walk forward. When he passed by the kitchen door, he glanced at the other side.

No one was seen.

Not inside, or hide?

He led the way forward, and no one could see the chill in his eyes.

The three of them entered the main hall, and the tea on the table was ready. Lin Xian and Zhao Chen sat side by side in the main seat in the north, and Meng Zhongjing sat at Lin Xian's lower head.

Zhao Chen was polite and polite, without any arrogance of a rich young master, but from the beginning to the end, except for Lin Xian taking the initiative to mention Meng Zhongjing, he did not look at Meng Zhongjing or say a word to him. But he sat there with a smile. No one felt neglected, whether it was Lin Xian or Meng Zhongjing. After all, Meng Zhongjing was taciturn and did not talk to Zhao Chen too enthusiastically.

Meng Zhongjing really didn't know what to say. He was reserved in front of his father-in-law, let alone a strange young master with a higher status.

Fortunately, Lin Xian is quite sleek and has a way of treating people and things, and each of them has something to say.

While having meals, Zhao Chen and Meng Zhongjing sat opposite each other.

Zhao Chen secretly observed the man opposite him.

He has tough and resolute facial features, yellow skin, and tall figure. He is indeed a good candidate for a son-in-law in the village.

After leaving the village, even the entourage around him was not as good as that of him.

So, she wanted to regret the marriage, and wanted to find out his details and determine his feelings before begging her parents to withdraw from the marriage?

Should she say she is accompanied by a dragon or a phoenix?

When will she come to him?

Zhao Chen began to toast Lin Xian.

Lin Xian likes to drink two drinks for nothing, but now he is happy, so he naturally drinks with him.

After three rounds of drinking, Meng Zhongjing and Lin Xian had nothing unusual on their faces. Zhao Chen's fair face flushed and he shook his head and said, "Uncle, I can't drink anymore. I have a low alcohol tolerance. I can't teach Xiaojiu if I drink it in the afternoon."

Seeing that he was drunk, Lin Xian smiled happily and said, "Okay, Mr. Zhao eats the food!"

Zhao Chen thanked repeatedly.

After dinner, Zhao Chen wanted to say goodbye, but his figure was a little shaking. Lin Xian advised him to take a break at his home and asked Lin Chongjiu to help him to rest in the west room.

Meng Zhongjing glanced at the kitchen and said goodbye even though he was reluctant to leave.

Lin Xian knew that the prospective son-in-law was not very comfortable, so he let him go.

The sun was shining brightly, and the whole family went back to the house to rest.

When he went to the west room, Zhao Chen lay sideways facing the wall, without any sleepiness. Lin Chongjiu next to him was probably tired in the morning and snored not long after he fell asleep. Zhao Chen was irritated, so he sat up and recalled the past few days, and was more guessing when she was going to come to find him.

I don't know how long it took, but he heard the sound of the door opening in the yard.

Zhao Chen immediately came to the window.

The farmhouse windows are divided into two floors, with three large windows on top. Covered screens outside, and set up wooden windows to ventilate during the day, while a row of small windows below were covered with window paper. He poked a hole quietly and looked at it.

I saw her pouring her wash water into the vegetable garden and then entered a room.

Lin Chongjiu told him about the layout of the Lin family's house. Zhao Chen's heart moved slightly, quietly went downstairs, silently opened the main hall door, and headed straight to the study.

She didn't sleep well, so she deliberately made noise and went there again. Why didn't she wait for him to do?

When the door of the study was pushed open, Aji was bent down and standing in front of the pot of spider plants looking at the flowers.

Perhaps the young master Zhao and his fiancé both came, and she couldn't sleep if she had something to do. She was afraid that something would affect her sister's nap, so she simply came to the study room to stay.

When she heard the door opening, she turned her head in surprise, but she never expected to meet the man who shouldn't have appeared here anyway.

She subconsciously retreated, frightened and guarded: "You, you..."

Zhao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at her while inserting his backhand into the door, and asked, "What am I going to do? Didn't you call me here?" The anger that was deliberately suppressed by him when he saw Meng Zhongjing knowing that she had a fiancé, and the irritability caused by this short and long wait all rushed up when he saw her defensive eyes.

What was she guarding against? Has she still had to play the trick of trying to get?

The two were not far apart, and the man's eyes were faint, like a wolf hunting. Aji knew something was wrong, so he stepped back and said calmly: "Mr. Zhao, I, I didn't call you. You saved my brother. Our whole family is grateful to you. Please ask you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man who was standing in front of the door suddenly rushed over. Aji was shocked and was about to call someone, but her mouth was tightly covered by a big hand. She was so heartbroken that she reached out to struggle, but her body was pressed against the wall. She struggled hard, only for the man's body to fit tighter, so tight that she could feel the pressure on her chest and feel that something strange and strange was pressing against her.
Chapter completed!