339. Chapter 337 Are you just not waiting to see me?
Su Zhiyu pinched Ling Zhenfei's cheek: "If you marry me, I will be old when you grow up, and you go find a young and beautiful girl. How miserable I will be. Your father is different. When I am old and yellow,
Your father is also unable to find a beautiful girl. If you think about it carefully, the master of the pavilion is mature, stable, infatuated and generous, which can be said to be a good home that is hard to find in this world."
Although Ling Junchen has lived for such a long time and has heard a lot of compliments, he has never heard someone praise him so directly behind his back. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he also felt a little proud. He replied silently
When I arrived at the Qilin Pavilion, my favorable impression of Su Zhiyu also improved a lot. Unfortunately, the master did not hear the subsequent conversation. If he had heard it, he would have executed this woman on the spot for the sake of the young master's three views...
.
"Is my father that good?" Ling Zhenfei looked at Su Zhiyu in disbelief.
"Of course." Su Zhiyu sighed, "Especially after your father passes away a hundred years ago, all your family property will belong to me. It's a perfect happy ending."
"You are thinking too much." Ling Zhenfei sneered, "My father is in good health, and you will be 70 or 80 years old when you die. What's more, from now on, the property of Qilin Pavilion will be mine."
Su Zhiyu lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Okay, I will thank you, Master Xiao Feifei, for taking more care of me from now on."
Ling Zhenfei straightened his back and said proudly: "Xiao Yuzi, give me a leg."
"Come on." Su Zhiyu pushed him. The two started to fight in the yard.
The business of the silk and satin shop was booming, and the most difficult period at the beginning was finally over. Ling Zhenfei had some free time and was always eager to help Su Zhiyu find her husband's family. Ling Junchen turned a blind eye to this.
Su Zhiyu finally got some rest and stayed in her room, refusing to come out. Every time, Ling Zhenfei would forcefully drag her out for a blind date. She thought she had finally escaped the bad luck of the blind date, but she met a young boy who looked like her seventh aunt.
Like her eighth aunt, she was urging her to get married all day long.
Su Zhiyu was dragged reluctantly by Ling Zhenfei while wailing: "Xiao Feifei, are you so unwilling to see me? You are so anxious to marry me off."
"Girls are already married when they are fourteen or fifteen years old, and now the children are ready to take care of themselves. You are now a grown-up, and I feel anxious for you."
"I'm just not destined yet."
"Only a ghost can believe you are destined. How can you be destined to stay in your room every day?" After that, he said mysteriously, "This time he is from the capital."
"Anyone from anywhere. Come back after a quick meal. I still need some beauty sleep." Su Zhiyu entered the sedan, but he didn't see the trace of a sinister smile on Ling Zhenfei's lips behind him.
The Eight Treasure Duck in Huixian Building is the most famous. Su Zhiyu had already prepared the menu as soon as he entered. Ling Zhenfei opened the curtain and Su Zhiyu lowered his head and walked in. He saw a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting cross-legged, with a handful on his waist.
An expensive sword.
She had to admit that Ling Zhenfei really won her heart. Every time she went on a blind date, the people she met were either rich or noble.
Su Zhiyu turned around, and Ling Zhenfei suddenly disappeared. The door behind him was also closed. Su Zhiyu said it was not good, but still put on a smile: "This... this young hero, how about noon." Su Zhiyu pinched Ling Zhenfei's cheek.
Face: "If you marry me, when you grow up
I am old, how miserable it is for you to find a young and beautiful girl. Your father is different. When I am old and yellow, your father will no longer be able to find a beautiful girl. Think about it carefully, the master of the pavilion is mature and stable.
Infatuated and atmospheric, it can be said to be a good destination that is hard to find in this world."
Although Ling Junchen has lived for such a long time and has heard a lot of compliments, he has never heard someone praise him so directly behind his back. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he also felt a little proud. He replied silently
When I arrived at the Qilin Pavilion, my favorable impression of Su Zhiyu also improved a lot. Unfortunately, the master did not hear the subsequent conversation. If he had heard it, he would have executed this woman on the spot for the sake of the young master's three views...
.
"Is my father that good?" Ling Zhenfei looked at Su Zhiyu in disbelief.
"Of course." Su Zhiyu sighed, "Especially after your father passes away a hundred years ago, all your family property will belong to me. It's a perfect happy ending."
"You are thinking too much." Ling Zhenfei sneered, "My father is in good health, and you will be 70 or 80 years old when you die. What's more, from now on, the property of Qilin Pavilion will be mine."
Su Zhiyu lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Okay, I will thank you, Master Xiao Feifei, for taking more care of me from now on."
Ling Zhenfei straightened his back and said proudly: "Xiao Yuzi, give me a leg."
"Come on." Su Zhiyu pushed him. The two started to fight in the yard.
The business of the silk and satin shop was booming, and the most difficult period at the beginning was finally over. Ling Zhenfei had some free time and was always eager to help Su Zhiyu find her husband's family. Ling Junchen turned a blind eye to this.
Su Zhiyu finally got some rest and stayed in her room, refusing to come out. Every time, Ling Zhenfei would forcefully drag her out for a blind date. She thought she had finally escaped the bad luck of the blind date, but she met a young boy who looked like her seventh aunt.
Like her eighth aunt, she was urging her to get married all day long.
Su Zhiyu was dragged reluctantly by Ling Zhenfei while wailing: "Xiao Feifei, are you so unwilling to see me? You are so anxious to marry me off."
"Girls are already married when they are fourteen or fifteen years old, and now the children are ready to take care of themselves. You are now a grown-up, and I feel anxious for you."
"I'm just not destined yet."
"Only a ghost can believe you are destined. How can you be destined to stay in your room every day?" After that, he said mysteriously, "This time he is from the capital."
"Anyone from anywhere. Come back after a quick meal. I still need some beauty sleep." Su Zhiyu entered the sedan, but he didn't see the trace of a sinister smile on Ling Zhenfei's lips behind him.
The Eight Treasure Duck in Huixian Building is the most famous. Su Zhiyu had already prepared the menu as soon as he entered. Ling Zhenfei opened the curtain and Su Zhiyu lowered his head and walked in. He saw a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting cross-legged, with a handful on his waist.
An expensive sword.
She had to admit that Ling Zhenfei really won her heart. Every time she went on a blind date, the people she met were either rich or noble.
Su Zhiyu turned around, but Ling Zhenfei suddenly disappeared. The door behind him was also closed. Su Zhiyu said it was not good, but still put on a smile: "This... this young hero, how about noon."