Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"...If he likes it, what should I do, you will accompany me to warm my heart!?"

"Ten with you."

"..." Ji Ziang pointed out his index finger, "Leng Lintian, you said that."

No one likes his warmth, wouldn't it be better, no one would compete with him.But unfortunately, he couldn't bear to be compared to Wen Xinnuan's charm, and his mentality was really contradictory.

Leng Lintian's eyes moved slightly: "He is my distant relative by blood. I watched him grow up, what do you think?"

Ji Ziang became interested: "What distant relative, why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

"Cousin nephew."

"Such a big nephew?"

"Any opinion?" Leng Lintian's voice slowed down, "I've seen photos of his high school girlfriend, she's not your wife."

"Jing Jiaren's type?"

"Ah."

"Looking for women in high school, your Leng family is indeed a precocious breed."

Leng Lintian glanced at Ji Ziang lazily: "You're not too late." Fifty steps and a hundred steps.

The corner of Ji Ziang's mouth twitched, he hesitated to speak, at least he hasn't started looking for women at that age...

"Since it's from the same family, his surname is Mu?"

"Stage name." Leng Lintian said vaguely, unwilling to elaborate.The relationship in the wealthy family has always been complicated.

Even if Leng Lintian said that he had such a big brother——as long as it wasn't his own son, Ji Ziang wouldn't be too surprised.

After a pause, the corner of Ji Ziang's mouth curled into a gentle smile again, and he was in a relaxed state: "You guys from the same family, no wonder you have the same eyes. When you said that, I realized that you guys look alike, especially the shape of your lips and face. .”

"..."

They are all monsters.

Good genes are indeed inherited...

Leng Lintian froze for a moment, and slowly came back to his senses: "I haven't seen him in a few years, but he's quite a face to me."

As soon as he called, he rushed back from abroad.

At this moment, the double sliding door was opened by the servant: "Master, Mr. Mu has arrived."

"Long-time-no-see, my dear uncle." (Long time no see, my dear uncle.)

A tall man wearing sunglasses, a brown leather jacket, and army green riding boots—no, rather, a man between a boy and a man—walked in.

With one hand on his shoulder, he was carrying a vintage travel bag.

There was obviously something important in the bag, and he didn't let the servant touch it. He strode up to Leng Lintian, put down the travel bag, and his whole body was enveloped in the sunshine of a big boy: "Why-are-you-in-a- wheel chair?"

"speak Chinese."

"Why are you in a wheelchair." Mu Xicheng whispered clearly, and took off his sunglasses.

The bangs are slightly messy, a stern face carved like rose petals, the jaw curve is very handsome, and the thin lips are very similar to Leng Lintian, especially when speaking.

His eyes are bigger than Leng Lintian's, not slender like Leng Lintian's, but peach blossom eyes, more sunny.

He bent down, his eyes were as close to Leng Lintian as possible, and he put one hand on the back of the wheelchair.

A pendant of a cross fell from his chest and dangled in front of his chest.

It belongs to the long hands with distinct knuckles like a boy, and wears several rings, including skull rings and jewel rings, which are full of punk.

Probably, Mu Xicheng knew that he was more beautiful than handsome, so he tended to be more masculine in dressing up, modifying the excessive beauty.