"...What should I do if he falls in love with me? You can warm my heart with me!?"
"Ten with you."
"..." Ji Ziang stretched out his index finger and said, "Leng Lintian, this is what you said."
No one likes his Wen Xin Nuan. Wouldn't it be better? No one can compete with him. But unfortunately, he can't stand the charm of Wen Xin Nuan being compared. People's mentality is really contradictory.
Leng Lintian's eyes moved slightly: "He is a distant relative of mine. I watched him grow up. What do you think?"
Ji Ziang became interested: "What distant relative? Why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"
"Cousin nephew."
"Such a big nephew?"
"Have any objections?" Leng Lintian's voice became deeper and deeper, "I have seen photos of his girlfriend from high school, she is not your wife's type."
"Jing Jiaren type?"
"Um."
"Looking for women in high school, your Leng family is indeed a precocious breed."
Leng Lintian glanced at Ji Ziang lazily: "You're not a late bloomer." He smiled at 50 steps and 100 steps at a time.
The corners of Ji Ziang's mouth moved, but he hesitated to speak. At least he hadn't started looking for women at that age...
"Since he is from the same family, his surname is Mu?"
"Stage name." Leng Lintian said vaguely, unwilling to elaborate. Relationships in wealthy families have always been complicated.
Even if Leng Lintian said that he had such an older biological brother - as long as he was not his biological son, Ji Ziang would not be too surprised.
After a pause, the gentle smile appeared on Ji Ziang's lips again, and he was in a relaxed state: "You are from the same family, no wonder you have the same eyes. When you said that, I remembered that you look a bit alike, especially your lips and face shape.
.”
"..."
They are all monster types.
Good genes are indeed inherited...
Leng Lintian paused for a moment, then slowly came back to his senses: "We haven't seen him for a few years, but he is quite considerate to me."
He rushed back from abroad as soon as he called.
At this moment, the double sliding door was opened by the servant: "Master, Mr. Mu is here."
"Long-time-no-see, my-dear-uncle." (Long-time-no-see, my dear cousin.)
A tall man wearing sunglasses, a brown leather jacket, and army green riding boots—no, more precisely, a man between a boy and a man, strolled in.
One hand was on his shoulder, holding a retro travel bag.
There were obviously important things in the bag, and he would not let the servants touch it. He strode up to Leng Lintian, put down the travel bag, and was enveloped by the sunny atmosphere of a big boy: "Why-are-you-in-a-
wheelchair?”
"Speak Mandarin."
"Why are you in a wheelchair?" Mu Xicheng spoke clearly and took off his sunglasses.
The bangs are slightly messy and swept, and there is a stern face carved like rose petals. The curve of the mandible 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 as slender as Leng Lintian's. His eyes are peach blossoms, with more sunshine.
He bent down, trying to keep his eyes level with Leng Lintian, and put one hand on the backrest of the wheelchair.
A cross pendant fell from his chest and was swinging in front of his chest.
He has long hands with clear knuckles like a boy, wearing several rings, including skull rings and gem ring rings, with a heavy punk feel.
Perhaps Mu Xicheng was born knowing that he was more beautiful than handsome, so he dressed more masculinely to embellish his excessive beauty.