Mrs. Ling was really happy about Ling Yanchen's marriage as mentioned in the signed document. Her eldest son is thirty years old this year, and she is also in her fifties, and when she was young, she could still say that her children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and the older she is, the more she worries about the trivial things of her children. What bothers her the most is not the second son's demon, but the eldest son's fireworks in the world. Like every mother who can force marriage, she can't wait for her son to get married tomorrow and have his own small family, but after all, she is the noble lady with a lot of manners in her bones, she can't do hysterical persecution, and she can't cast a wide net to arrange countless blind dates for her son, so she can only be anxious in her heart, and nag a few more words when she calls by the way.

The signing of Ling'an Temple has always been very accurate, and Mrs. Ling is convinced of this, which also calms her anxious mood to a large extent, but fortunately she can have a hope.

"Yanchen, my mother knows that you are busy with work, but career is only a part of life, not all, you still have to put some effort into life." Mrs. Ling asked tentatively again, "Do you already have a girlfriend?" Although it was an inquiry, Mrs. Ling was very sure that the eldest son must have a situation, otherwise he would not have said so when he signed it.

Without waiting for Ling Yanchen to answer, Mrs. Ling seemed to be relaxed and open-minded and instructed: "Actually, our family doesn't have any feudal family concepts, as long as you like it and the other party's character is also passable, then your father and I will definitely not have an opinion." In the future, you will live together and you will be happy. ”

Ling Yanchen wanted to explain, but he knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would fall into the quagmire of language, and it was obviously not a wise choice to discuss this issue with his mother, so he was speechless for a while.

Obviously, the mother and son can't communicate happily on this kind of topic. Ling Yanchen happened to have unfinished work at hand, so he used this as an excuse to end the call as soon as possible.

Mrs. Ling's birthday is held very grandly every year, and this year's planning is no exception.

Ling Yanyu had already made up his mind, no matter what way he used, even if he was cheating, he would trick Su Yiqiu into going to his mother's birthday party. He wanted to tell everyone in this way that he and Yan Zhen were no longer possible, the so-called marriage contract was in vain, he had met someone he really liked, and at the same time, he also wanted Su Yiqiu to see his determination to have a relationship between them.

After Ling Yanyu finished talking about his situation, he looked at Su Yiqiu, who was sitting opposite him, and asked cautiously, "Yiqiu, can you help me with this?" ”

Su Yiqiu listened quietly and patiently, took a sip of coffee, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled a little perfunctory, but Ling Yanyu, who was nervously looking forward to it, did not notice it. She replied softly: "You have helped me many times, and this time I can only sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman." However, Yanyu, you listen to my advice, I support your idea of pursuing your own marital freedom, but as a last resort, it is better not to use too extreme and drastic methods, after all, your family is involved at the other end. It's best if you can get together and disperse, don't you say? ”

Ling Yanyu listened to Su Yiqiu say these words gently, and couldn't help but iron in his heart, "I've talked to her many times, but she just can't listen." Yiqiu, not all people understand things like you, and they are so independent and strong. ”

Su Yiqiu smiled. In fact, she can only be regarded as delicate and comfortable, not the kind of stunning beauty, in terms of appearance, it is less than one-tenth of Yan Zhen's.

However, in Ling Yanyu's eyes, Yan Zhen's beauty has its appearance, and the inner soul is not attractive, on the contrary, it makes him quite annoying. And Su Yiqiu was different, her smile, her every move, after getting to know her, fascinated Ling Yanyu.

If Yan Zhen is a pastime with a beautiful cover and no nutrition, then Su Yiqiu is a literary work, although the cover is simple and simple, but once you read it, you will be immersed in it and deeply attracted.

Ling Yanyu thinks that he is not a person who pays attention to appearance, even if Yan Zhen is beautiful and amazing, he doesn't like it, so he is determined to pursue the love and marriage he wants.

Su Yiqiu agreed to help Ling Yanyu with this, Ling Yanyu was simply ecstatic, on the one hand, he felt that he was about to get rid of Yan Zhen and get rid of the tight spell-like marriage contract, on the other hand, he also felt that his relationship with Su Yiqiu was one step closer, and he was no longer an ordinary friend. However, when he received a call from his sister Ling Yanyan and was told that Yan Zhen would not attend his mother's birthday party this year and went to other places for a trip, the excitement and excitement were instantly half discounted. It's like throwing a round punch with all my might, but smashing it on the soft cotton, and I don't know how to vent my frustration.

Ling Yanyu was particularly annoyed by Yan Zhen's stalking, people are like this, once they don't like each other, they don't even bother to deal with a word. He now wants to slap Yan Zhen in the face, she had better get acquainted with each other, and take the initiative to cancel the marriage.

Indeed, even if Ling Yanyu desperately wanted to get rid of Yan Zhen, he also hoped that the person who proposed to dissolve the marriage contract would be Yan Zhen, so that he could get out of this relationship without any psychological burden, and the outside world would not accuse the Ling family of being unkind. His wishful thinking sounded, it was him who empathized and fell in love, he was the one who wanted to separate, and he also wanted to use various methods to force Yan Zhen to take the initiative.

However, this is only the best policy in Ling Yanyu's heart, he also knows that it must be difficult to get Yan Zhen to take the initiative to cancel the marriage contract, if it really reaches a situation where there is really no way, he has no choice but to use the next strategy.

After Ling Yanyan informed the arrangements for the birthday banquet, she thought about it and continued: "Second brother, in fact, Yan Zhen is very good, she has always liked you, and you obviously liked her before......

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ling Yanyu, "When did I like her?" What did she say? ”

Although Ling Yanyan is only eighteen years old this year, she understands these things in her eyes, "If you didn't like her, you wouldn't have agreed to get engaged to her back then, and you took her to see the aurora on Valentine's Day last year, isn't that what you like?" ”

Ling Yanyu was speechless for his sister's questioning, and finally could only deny it unclearly, "That's because I'm young and ignorant, and I don't know what liking is, and I want to correct this mistake now." ”

Although Ling Yanyan persuaded her to give up in front of Yan Zhen, in Ling Yanyu's place, she still stood firmly on Yan Zhen's side, "But everyone knows that she is your fiancée, you have been engaged together for five or six years, and you only say you don't like it now, did your time of youth and ignorance last too long?" ”

"Are you my sister or her sister?" Ling Yanyu was a little irritable, "If you are married, you can divorce if you have no feelings, I am only engaged to her, and I am not married yet!" ”

Ling Yanyan sighed deeply, with a maturity that did not match her age, "I'm on the side of reason, anyway, I know that even if you are not married, being engaged is also a moral constraint, and you say that you like Miss Su now, are you sure that when you are with her as you wish, there will not be the next Miss Su?" ”

"That's my choice." Ling Yanyu replied firmly.

"But Yan Zhen was also your choice before." Although Ling Yanyan looked down on Yan Zhen's entangled and unwilling to let go, it was too inelegant and undignified to speak so lowly, but she even more looked down on her second brother who was not emotionally responsible.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yanyan happened to meet Feng Xue, and the two went out for a drink. Ling Yanyan talked to Feng Xue about this matter, and she had a headache, "Now Yan Zhen refuses to let go, and the second brother doesn't want to come back, I think if it goes on like this, the two of them will tear up ugly in the future." ”

Feng Xue grew up in Ling's family, and she was familiar with many things, and when she heard this, she said, "I think that Miss Su has some means. Miss Yan and the second young master grew up together and were engaged, and the second young master had only known that Miss Su for a long time, it shouldn't have been a year. That Miss Su's scheming is definitely not ordinary. ”

Feng Xue was right, since she could see it, Madame must also be like a mirror in her heart, so Madame would not agree to Miss Yan and the second young master to cancel the marriage contract if she said anything. Madame really likes Miss Yan, but at the same time, she is also using the influence of Miss Yan's marriage contract to prevent Miss Su from having any possibility of development with the Second Young Master, because once the marriage contract is canceled, the Madame will be even more unable to prevent the Second Young Master from having intimate contact with Miss Su. The water of the wealthy is deep!

In Feng Xue's heart, Miss Yan is a stupid white sweet who is crazy about love.

At this time, Silly Bai Tianyan Zhen was in the guest room until it was close to noon, feeling a little bored, so she came to the hotel restaurant to eat. Ignoring the non-existent scrutiny of others, she opened the menu and ordered some of her favorite seafood at random.

The seafood here is all flown in, so it is guaranteed to be fresh, and it is wonderful to eat and drink on days when you have money and leisure. Yan Zhen sighed in her heart while holding a big lobster, once she lived again, she would rush to such a rich and wonderful life, she also had to plan well, as long as she temporarily forbeared, what she would face in front of her in the future was a broad road.

During the meal, several gentlemen came up to talk politely. In all fairness, their conditions are good, but Yan Zhen has no interest. She doesn't have any illusions about love now, she would rather live comfortably as a rich widow, not to mention that her current character is a love-crazy licking dog, in order to prevent Ling Yanyu from finding a breakthrough to attack her, she must put an end to any ambiguous possibility.

Yan Zhen smiled and refused one by one. She knew that her three views were a little distorted, but she couldn't help it, anyway, money was much more important to her than men. Men are dispensable, but money is the foundation of life.

When Yan Zhen returned to the hotel room, she suddenly realized that something was not quite right with her body, her skin was slightly itchy, and her heartbeat was inexplicably faster. Worst! She was too carried away, she couldn't have eaten too much seafood and caused an allergic reaction, right? She was obviously not allergic to seafood before, but I don't know if it was caused by her poor physical condition recently, and she just had a serious illness, and her body's immunity was too low. But looking at the current situation, she must go to the hospital.

Yan Zhen hurriedly called the hotel front desk and asked someone to help call a car.

People who don't have allergies can't appreciate how hard it can feel, itchy, prickly. Yan Zhen sat in the car, turned on the front camera of her mobile phone, and saw that her originally fair face was slowly floating red and swollen wheals, and she looked loveless. She endured with all her body's self-control, tried her best to divert attention, and even if her body was itchy, she couldn't help but scratch it, for fear that if she scratched and left a scar, she would face the danger of breaking her appearance.