Lingxi smiled like a little fox and said very happily: "He has learned to reason and sees the world clearly. He can reason with me."
"I just like his serious look, how cute he is."
"In this way, he will also sympathize with my difficulties. Tolerate me, understand me, and feel sorry for me. This is enough."
"My man doesn't need to be extremely smart or protect me from wind and rain."
"As long as I can see him when I turn around and see him guarding me silently, this life is enough."
Tang Jingyue sighed: "You will be very tired that way."
Lingxi said firmly: "This is my life. It is best for me to bear it alone."
"Suning, I don't want him to be as tired as me."
...
The Chen family mansion, in the antique-built back garden.
Chen Xuanjun sat on the stone bench with empty eyes, staring at the golden carps clustered in the pond in a daze.
Behind him, stood a young man in a suit and leather shoes.
He is about thirty years old, with mediocre appearance and scars on his face.
The scar connects from the center of the eyebrow to the right side of the face. A long line looks like a squirming centipede, which is shocking.
He stood with his hands down, full of respect.
But he also had a fierce and violent aura, and his eyes were cold.
After a long time, a cool breeze blew by, causing the lotus leaves on the water to rustle, which seemed to wake up the fourth master of the Chen family who was "sleeping".
He clapped his hands and asked suspiciously: "Are you really right? That old woman is from Ziwei's lineage?"
The scarred man said solemnly: "The news that Li Muzi deliberately sent here should be true."
"Jiang Yuezhong contacted Bai Nanxian, and he confirmed that the young master of the Yun Sect is indeed poisoned by the poison of Ziwei Qixing Begonia."
"In addition, I retrieved the surveillance video of Tiancheng Hotel. Although I didn't see Granny Diao personally solving the Yun Sect disciples, she happened to appear."
"Oh, it can't be such a coincidence."
Chen Xuanjun squinted in thought and murmured to himself: "The Chen family that I came to nine years ago was rescued by Fang Wenxuan from the thorn bushes of Luohan Temple."
"That day, the snow was very heavy, really heavy."
"Fang Wenxuan helped the half-dead old woman come in through the back door and happened to meet me."
"At that time, she hadn't broken up with me yet, and she hadn't completely drawn a clear line with me."
"I hired a private doctor for her, and I helped send the old woman back to her yard."
The scarred man whispered: "Fourth Master didn't find anything weird about the old man?"
Chen Xuanjun slowly shook his head and said: "Jiang Yuezhong didn't notice it, so how could I notice it."
"Of course, I ordered people to check the old woman's background afterwards, but there was no trace of her."
"So for a long time, I was wary of her."
"But as time went by, she kept following Fang Wenxuan in the yard, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, never leaving the door, so I didn't care about her."
"There is never a shortage of helpless people in this world, and Fourth Master doesn't waste so much energy on insignificant people."
"Well, it wasn't until her granddaughter appeared five years ago that my wariness rose again."
"It's a pity that Fang Wenxuan has already had a quarrel with me, so I can't interfere in her affairs."
