"Mom, did Yanzhi know that you were going to matchmake him again, and he didn't want to, so he ran away early?"
"You didn't tell me, I didn't tell you, and your dad didn't tell you in advance, so how would he know?" Mother Wen said, "The last time he met that woman during the Chinese New Year, he didn't say he was going to bring her back to see her. It's been so long, I guess with his temper, it must have gone bad. Jingrong, you've lived here for so long, have you ever seen Yanzhi bring any girl back?"
Jing Rong pursed his lips before shaking his head, "No."
"See, I told you so!" Mrs. Wen looked at her daughter.
Then, she sat down on the sofa and took out a stack of photos from her bag. Wen Xue glanced at Jing Rong, and saw that Jing Rong's face was sullen, so she said, "Mom, you are here again. Don't you know who Yan Zhi is? From childhood to adulthood, who can make decisions for him about his own affairs? Even Dad can't control him, let alone you."
"Don't you see how old he is? The grandson of Mr. Zhang next door is already rolling on the ground, but he is still motionless. How can I let him continue to be so unruly? Jingrong, do you think I am right?" Mrs. Wen looked up at Jingrong.
Jing Rong was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."
"What is it? Jingrong is so young and you are talking to him about having a baby. What does he know?" Wen Xue muttered.
Madam Wen spread out the photos on the coffee table. "Come on, Jingrong, help your aunt to see if there is anyone that catches your eye. 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 types: pure, mature, hot, and homely.
Jing Rong looked at the photos, his eyes darkened. After a while, he looked up, "Actually... I haven't seen his girlfriend, but from what he said, he doesn't have a specific preference. He likes this one today, and he may like that type tomorrow."
"This brat just can't settle down. I wonder when a good girl will appear and control him and make him settle down."
Jing Rong whispered: "Yes."
"So what do you think of this?" The lady pushed a photo in front of Jingrong.
Jingrong took a look and saw that she was a well-behaved girl.
He pondered, then nodded, "Very good, very beautiful."
"Then do you think Yanzhi will like it?"
Jing Rong looked at Madam Wen's expectant eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally, he nodded, "I'll like it."
Wen Xue sat beside him and glanced at him twice. Jing Rong clearly felt the look, but he just kept his eyes straight.
Mrs. Wen was very happy. "I feel relieved when you say that. I will make some arrangements for this kid in the next few days."
"Do you really think I would like this type?" Suddenly, a cold male voice sounded from the second floor. This voice made Jing Rong downstairs breathe heavily, and his hands on the wheelchair couldn't help but clench a little.
Wen Xue raised her head and frowned.
Wen Yanzhi was standing upstairs, his arms folded across his chest. His pajamas were loosely opened, revealing a large area of his chest.
He looked down from above, his eyes cold and cold as he stared down at the people below. No, to be more precise, he was looking at Jing Rong.
Jing Rong could feel a chill, but he remained calm and never looked up.
"You're home?" Mrs. Wen was surprised to see her son. "Didn't your sister say you weren't 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 lazy and like he had just woken up. As he got closer, he could clearly see the ambiguous scratches on his chest.
Wen Xue walked up to him and closed his pajamas. "There are so many people at home. It's not good to dress like this. How old is Jingrong? Can't you set a good example for him?"
The last sentence is very meaningful.
Wen Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Xue. On the other side, Jing Rong's hand holding the wheelchair trembled slightly.
Wen Yanzhi casually tied the belt of his pajamas around his waist, walked to the long sofa, and sat lazily. His long legs were crossed, and he looked both elegant and lazy.
Jing Rong didn't look at him, but tried his best to pretend to be a transparent person.
This is the Wen family, he is an outsider.
"Why don't you answer me?" Wen Yanzhi didn't want to let Jing Rong go. From beginning to end, his eyes were still on him. Since the question just now was not answered, he just continued to ask.
His voice was cold and his face was serious.
There was no trace of the childish look he had last night or this morning. He was like a completely different person.
Jing Rong was worried that Madam Wen might notice something, so he had to reply, "What answer?"
Wen Yanzhi grabbed the photo, looked at it himself, and sneered, "Do you think I will like this one?"
The boy's breathing tightened a little.
After a moment of silence, he said, "I think she's fine."
"Really? Then why don't you go and marry her?" Wen Yanzhi's expression became even colder. Every word he spoke seemed to be filled with thorns.
Mrs. Wen couldn't stand it anymore and slapped her son on the leg. "Stinky boy, stop bullying Jingrong. Why does he want to get married? He is so young, why should he get married? Besides, he doesn't need you to worry about him. Jingrong is so handsome, what kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future?"
"I'm really worrying about nothing!" Wen Yanzhi felt that Jing Rong's expressionless face was particularly hateful. He spoke in a heavier tone, "I've raised him for so long, and he turned out to be an ungrateful person!"
Jing Rong's eyes, which usually kept silent, showed a hint of emotion.
"What's wrong with you so early in the morning? It's 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 taking it out on Jingrong?" Mrs. Wen said.
Jing Rong glanced at Madam Wen, and there were more ripples in his eyes.
But soon, it disappeared again.
He just nodded to his wife and said, "Madam, you guys chat, I'll go wash my face first."
"Okay. Go ahead. Come down and have breakfast after washing up." Mrs. Wen reminded.
Jingrong pushed the wheelchair and turned around to go up.
He entered the room, looking at the messy bed, and his heart was also in a mess. He straightened the bedsheets, but 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’s Wen Xue.
Jing Rong looked up and said, "Come in, the door is not locked."
Wen Xue smiled and walked in, holding a painting in her hand.
"You haven't seen my painting yet. Take a look."
Jing Rong smiled slightly, took over her words, and looked at the pictures carefully one by one.
"Great progress. The lines are handled very well."
"Really?" Wen Xue responded vaguely. She looked at Jing Rong with a serious look and suddenly asked, "Did Yan Zhi sleep at your place last night?"
[It's midnight, go to sleep! I'll do the second update tomorrow during the day. It should be afternoon. The water and electricity of the house need to be inspected in the morning~]