Pan Lizhen tidied up her little garden in the twilight. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Rao is that the sun has gone down, and she still wears a wide-brimmed sun hat to not let an inch of skin be exposed. She stubbornly believes that ultraviolet rays are the number one killer of women's beauty, and even the most expensive skin care products can't fix it.

She loves to play with her flowers and plants.

The small garden of the Huang Mansion is a small and famous social circle in T City, and it is not in vain that she spent a lot of money to hire the most famous gardener in the United Kingdom when she designed it. With such a small garden, the Huang mansion stands out from this slippery luxury villa, showing a little bit of outstanding temperament.

Besides, Pan Lizhen really likes flowers, so she specially told the gardener that flowers should be seen in her small garden all year round. Therefore, a rose can be seen in the Huang mansion in spring, the moon season can be enjoyed in summer, the hibiscus trees can be seen in autumn, and the plum can be found in winter.

Pan Lizhen sweated slightly, she liked this feeling very much. She straightened up, just in time to see Pan Jicheng's sports car parked at the gate, and her young and handsome nephew walking briskly towards the main house.

Pan Lizhen narrowed her eyes, and vaguely saw the figure of her eldest brother who died early in the twilight, and she quickly suppressed the sad emotions that had just sprung up in her heart.

"Ji Cheng!"

Pan Jicheng turned around in response, jumped over the rockery in twos and threes, and stood in front of her with a smile, and the hand-made suit was not messed up at all: "Auntie." ”

Pan Lizhen sat down on the stone bench on the side, brushed the slightly yellowed leaves of the autumn rouge that had bloomed brilliantly last month, and said with a smile: "Say, I came to report every day this week, what kind of heart is An?" ”

"Who called Mother Xu's craftsmanship is getting better and better." Pan Jicheng laughed, "No wonder my uncle sent us to deal with the dinner except for the entertainment that he couldn't put off." ”

"Cut, I used to let you go home and drink the soup made by Xu's mother, and I had to invite you seven or eight times." Pan Lizhen snorted from her nostrils, "Where is Mother Xu's good craftsmanship, I think it's obviously beautiful and delicious!" ”

Pan Jicheng smiled, and acquiesced.

During this period of time, he ran to the Huang family's mansion as soon as he got off work, in addition to the good dishes made by Xu's mother, but also because of Huang Mingyue. After the last dinner for four, although Huang Mingyue didn't resist him as much as before, she still kept a distance - let him see that he couldn't eat, and whetted his appetite alive.

"Sit down and talk to me."

Pan Jicheng obediently sat down on the stone bench beside Pan Lizhen, the stone bench had been basking in the sun for a day, and it was still slightly warm.

"Do you really have a crush on her?"

The corners of Pan Jicheng's mouth hooked obliquely.

"She's not your type." Pan Lizhen has watched the women around Pan Jicheng change like a marquee over the years, and she has never seen someone as innocent as Huang Mingyue.

Pan Jicheng said a little cynically: "How do you know what type you like if you don't try it too much?" Besides, she's pretty enough - for me, pretty enough! ”

Pan Lizhen's gaze was meaningful: "Is it enough to be beautiful?" ”

Pan Jicheng met Pan Lizhen's gaze, and the aunt and nephew almost had exactly the same pair of eyes, and they read the deep meaning from each other's eyes.

After a while, Pan Lizhen sighed: "You tell you the truth, I really don't want to see her." She looked soft and smooth, but she couldn't figure out what kind of caution she was thinking. But if you really like it, I'd love to see it. ”

"I really like it." Pan Jicheng couldn't tell how much of what he said was true and how much was false. Huang Mingyue's beauty is secondary, the most important thing is her temperament, of course, the most important thing is that she is still Huang Yiqing's daughter.

Pan Lizhen smiled, and thin wrinkles squeezed out of the corners of her eyes, which added a little charm to her: "You kid runs the train with his mouth full, and he is not serious." Laughing enough, he said with a straight face: "If you really care about her, don't be a fool." I don't think your uncle is willing to entrust her to you, and once he asked me how Liu Bo'an was, intentionally or unintentionally. ”

Pan Jicheng didn't regard Liu Bo'an, who had a poker face all day long and had no private life, as an opponent: "My uncle treats him as half a son, and he is closer than my nephew." ”

This sentence inevitably poked at Pan Lizhen's sore spot, and the sudden fire fifteen years ago seemed to be burning in front of her eyes again. She owes the Pan family too much, so she has a heavy responsibility for the only blood left by the Pan family.

Pan Lizhen could vaguely feel Huang Yiqing's wariness of Pan Jicheng, even if he hid this vigilance very well, he still couldn't escape the eyes of her, the pillow person. In the years since Pan Jicheng came back, Huang Yiqing has indeed not been bad to him, and has never treated him harshly in terms of money and indulged him in eating, drinking and having fun. Within a few years, the rebellious teenager who was picking quarrels on the street became a famous Pan Dashao in the social circle of T City.

However, if Pan Jicheng was really his son-in-law, would he still be raised like this?

Pan Lizhen didn't dare to think about it.

Pan Jicheng didn't think as much as Pan Lizhen, and said with a smile: "Auntie, if it weren't for the fact that Liu Boan and my uncle don't look alike, otherwise I would really suspect that he was the illegitimate son secretly born to his uncle outside!" ”

Pan Lizhen's heart jumped again: "Don't talk nonsense." This is something she used to be afraid of, and she once secretly invited a private detective to investigate whether Huang Yiqing had any "flowers" outside. She changed the subject: "Ji Cheng, don't tell me that you get off work every afternoon, just to eat a few bites of food and look at the beauties, that's all you have left!" ”

"Auntie, you really guessed it!" Pan Jicheng grinned, "I can be regarded as half an idler now, the department store in the west of the city has long been on the track, and I just go there every day." The rest of the time is thinking about how to please Miss Huang. ”

"Isn't the company working on Lot 53?"

Pan Jicheng shrugged: "Auntie, you don't know yet?" Huang Mingchuan has long been fully responsible for this case. ”

Pan Lizhen frowned: "Hasn't this case been followed by the marketing department?" Although there is no need to accompany Huang Yiqing to fight in the mall, Pan Lizhen will still pay attention to the major projects in the company.

Pan Jicheng's indifferent attitude: "It's not a matter of my uncle's words to let anyone be responsible." Besides, Huang Mingchuan has been in the company for a few months, and he can't always play the same thing on paper, and he always has to come to a few games. Hehe, I remember when Huang Mingchuan went to Li Palace for the first time, he looked helpless, and he couldn't wait to be three feet away from those princesses! ”

Pan Lizhen's face became a little serious.

Pan Jicheng continued to smile: "Huang Mingchuan is still my uncle's own son after all!" ”

Pan Lizhen's expression was stunned, and the autumn rouge leaves in her hand were pinched into powder by her. (To be continued.) )