"Sure enough, you can't envy things like talent." Lan Mo sighed quietly.
Ma Qichang laughed loudly, "Don't worry, although Yin Shui is a little worse than Beichen, he is still one of the best sons in a million. Are you still worried that he can't find a wife?"
"You have no children, so naturally you don't understand my painstaking efforts." Lan Mo's face darkened, "Of course I'm not afraid that he won't find a wife, I'm afraid that he is really attracted to Zi Tong."
As someone who has been there, Lan Mo knows best that for these young men, the word love is the most hurtful.
His grandson has always been indifferent, and if he is moved, he must be deeply affectionate, but he met such a person, how could he not be worried?!
"I see, it's just you who messed up the story. Yin Shui doesn't seem to have that intention." Ma Qichang said.
"Really?" Lan Mo raised his eyebrows, "That would be great if that's the case!"
"You!" Ma Qichang shook his head gently, "I thought he was not emotional before, but now I am worried that he is emotional."
"This child's parents died early. As a grandfather, of course I have to worry more." Lan Mo curled his lips, "It's not like you, who can feed one person and the whole family is not hungry."
Ma Qichang glared at him, "Why are you bullying me, a lonely person?"
The two old men looked at each other and smiled, then sighed together.
After all, it’s better to be young!
＊＊＊Ni-tian-xiao-kuang-hou＊＊＊
In the small courtyard, it is quiet and quiet.
The night gradually darkened, then gradually brightened again.
When the sun gradually rose, Zi Tong finally ended her long sleep and woke up from her sleep.
Opening her eyes and looking at Beichen who was looking at her, she lazily stretched her body in his arms.
"Honey, morning!"
"It's late, it's almost noon." Beichen helped her up, reached for the cup, and brought it to her mouth, "Drink some water, and I'll ask Zitu to prepare some food for you."
"I'm not hungry." Zi Tong took a sip of water, then stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, "Let me hold you for a while."
Putting down the water glass, Beichen retracted his palm and hugged her back.
"My hairband is broken." Zi Tong hooked his hair with her fingers.
"Mine is for you." Beichen said in her ear.
"Didn't you sleep last night?"
"I want to see you."
Zi Tong let go of him slightly and moved her face to his, "Am I good-looking?"
"It looks good." Beichen said calmly.
"Compared to before?"
"Better looking."
"So, I didn't look good before."
"It looked good before."
"Then you say it looks better now?"
"Because you have grown up." Beichen raised his hand and stroked her long, loose hair, "You are taller and fatter than before."
"Am I fat?" Zi Tong raised her eyebrows.
"I mean, certain parts." Beichen said seriously.
Some parts?!
Zi Tong's face heated up, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So you like plump ones."
"I don't like it." Beichen's tone was still serious, "I only like you."
He didn't do any research on other women, and he didn't know what her so-called plump type was. He just knew that he liked her, no matter if she was taller or fatter, or she was still the skinny little girl who was a little childish.
, it doesn’t matter.
It's her, that's enough.
"Be good!" Zi Tong brought her lips to his and kissed him on the face, "Wait until I go wash up and come back, and I will reward you well!"