Diandian squatted on the side of the road and watched the ants crawling around in the flower bed. She was really bored, so she started to count the ants. She pointed randomly with her hands and counted one, two, three, four in her mouth, but her eyes kept peeking at the person who was talking over there.

Meng Zhicheng and Lin Xiuwen.

"Wang Minjuan is interested in you?" Lin Xiuwen also looked at her.

Meng Zhicheng waved his hands in panic to deny: "No, no, no, Xiuwen, please don't misunderstand me. No matter what she thinks of me, I have absolutely no wrong thoughts towards her!"

"Why did she deliberately say that the child was yours? To prevent you from marrying me?" Lin Xiuwen stared at Diandian with an increasingly cold look.

Meng Zhicheng followed her gaze and looked at the child squatting by the flower bed. The little girl hurriedly avoided his eyes. Meng Zhicheng felt a pain in his heart. Thinking that Dian Dian had just said that he was a child of a relative and called him uncle, he wanted to twitch.

He slapped her twice. Although he felt that he was the victim, there was nothing wrong with it! She was still so young, and her immature heart had been hurt since birth.

"But I always feel that that child looks very similar to you. Isn't he really your child?" Lin Xiuwen looked back and forth to compare the two children.

Thinking of Diandian's hurt eyes, Meng Zhicheng couldn't say anything to deny: "Xiu, Xiuwen, I originally wanted to go to your company to find you... I didn't expect you to come. I'm really happy."

Lin Xiuwen finally looked away from Diandian and looked at Meng Zhicheng: "What happened last night was so sudden that I couldn't control my emotions for a while. After a night, I have calmed down, so I think I must ask clearly about some things.

"

"You ask!" Meng Zhicheng couldn't hide the expectation on his face.

"Your family will buy us a house, right?"

Meng Zhicheng was startled. He originally wanted to persuade Xiuwen to give up buying a house and take a step back to buy a car so that he could take Xiuwen to and from get off work every day. But after all the fuss yesterday, he didn't dare to mention it.

"Why don't you say anything? Do you really want us to rent a house?" Lin Xiuwen's face turned ugly again.

"That's not what I mean. My dad agreed to buy it, so he should really buy it." Meng Zhicheng thought of a countermeasure: "Xiuwen, why don't we let the family pay a down payment, and we can pay the mortgage ourselves every month..."

"Meng Zhicheng, what do you mean? Why do you look the same all the time?" Lin Xiuwen was so angry that her eyes were red: "When other people get married, the man prepares the wedding room, why can't it be done at your house? Yunding Villa is so big, so casual

If you sell one piece, you can get a big house. You are the eldest son of the Meng family, is it too much to get a house?"

"Xiuwen, why do you sound like you want to separate the family?" Meng Zhicheng felt a little uncomfortable. No matter how hard it was, their family had never thought of selling Yunding Villa. What's more, the Villa now belongs to her sister, and their whole family would.

Guard that place for my sister and the home she cares about most!

"You are already in your thirties, and it doesn't make sense that you still live with your parents! Hasn't Meng Jiarui already moved out?"

"He's different! He's just for work..."

Meng Zhicheng wanted to explain, but Lin Xiuwen interrupted him rudely: "Is Meng Jiarui the only one who has a job? You and I are both office workers, and we both work to make money! Why can he do it but you can't?"

"But the house he lives in now..."

Lin Xiuwen interrupted his defense again: "We can also live in Yunding Villa..."

"Really?!" Meng Zhicheng thought he heard wrongly, and was so excited that he grabbed Lin Xiuwen's hand: "Xiuwen, I knew you were the most reasonable!"

"I haven't finished speaking yet! Since Meng Jiarui has moved out, but we have been living in and guarding Yunding Villa, when the family property is finally divided, shouldn't you get a little more than Meng Jiarui? You are still the eldest son, and he

I make much more money than you do."

Meng Zhicheng stared blankly at Lin Xiuwen in front of him, feeling that he didn't quite recognize her. He slowly let go of her hand.

Lin Xiuwen felt his momentary alienation, and immediately held Meng Zhicheng's hand in turn, with tenderness like water, and her voice was extremely gentle: "Zhicheng, I am thinking about our future. You have to understand that elders will leave one day.

After we leave, your brothers and sisters will have their own families and lives, and the only people who will be together in the end are you and me, and our children."

Meng Zhicheng couldn't help but look at the little girl by the flower bed when he mentioned the child. Will Lin Xiuwen accept her? But overnight, how could he and Lin Xiuwen be so far apart that they were out of reach?

"Xiuwen, if there is no Yunding Villa or a new house, will you marry me?" Meng Zhicheng seemed to be a different person when he asked this question, his eyes so bright that it was scary.

Lin Xiuwen realized that she had made him anxious, so she put down his hand, stepped forward and threw herself into his arms: "Yes. As long as you are sincere to me, even if we rent a house and get married, I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life.

"

Meng Zhicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that she was approaching him because of Yunding Villa.

Lin Xiuwen let him go and smiled sweetly at him: "As long as you don't let me be your stepmother."

She was probably joking, but how could Meng Zhicheng laugh? Lin Xiuwen had repeatedly made concessions for him, and not being a stepmother was her limit.

"Zhicheng, I want to go home and apologize to my elders. I lost my temper in front of them yesterday. They probably don't like me anymore, right?" Lin Xiuwen held Meng Zhicheng's arm with a frown on her face.

"Yesterday it was me...it was Minjuan's fault. It has nothing to do with you. My father, mother and grandma didn't blame you."

Lin Xiuwen could feel that the arms she was holding were stiff. She raised her head and stared at Meng Zhicheng's face suspiciously: "Then are you really not related to that Wang Minjuan?"

"I can swear! In the conscience of heaven and earth, Minjuan has a husband!" Meng Zhicheng still can't believe that Wang Minjuan actually likes him!

When he pursued her so shamelessly, she didn't even look at him. Now that he was getting married, and compared to before, he had not improved at all. Why did Minjuan suddenly like him? No wonder she took the initiative to hug him that night in the old market.

He. At that time, he thought she was just thanking him for the milk, but he didn't expect that hug was filled with so much deep friendship.

"Then, our relationship has not changed, right?" Lin Xiuwen's voice interrupted his random thoughts.

"What...mean?" Meng Zhicheng felt like he was on a roller coaster. He hadn't stopped for a moment from last night to now. He seemed to be vomiting.

Lin Xiuwen poked his forehead: "It's disgusting, but you are pretending to be stupid again. Where is the ring? Give it back to me!"

Meng Zhicheng understood and was overjoyed: "Xiuwen, are you agreeing to marry me?" You don't need to buy a house or share the Yunding Villa, but are you willing to marry him as long as you are not a stepmother?

"I'm so annoyed, are you going to give me the ring or not?!" Lin Xiuwen puffed out her mouth and pretended to be angry, which was very cute.
Chapter completed!