Mrs. Ling is definitely a loyal pilgrim of Ling'an Temple, she is never absent from important activities in the temple, and she is never stingy when she needs to donate money, and she and the master have known each other for many years.

There are many people in the wealthy circle of S City who are convinced of Ling'an Temple, and the noble ladies are very "feudal superstition" in private. Mrs. Ling didn't believe in this when she was young, but as she entered middle age, she became more and more convinced that if there was anything important at home, she would ask her master to calculate it and give her guidance. This was the first time, and she began to doubt the master's unsigning.

However, Mrs. Ling was very conflicted in her heart, on the one hand, she felt ridiculous, Zhenzhen and Yanchen were two children who couldn't fight together, how could it be a match made in heaven. But on the other hand, the master's words lingered, always hovering in her mind, burrowing into her heart, making her half-believe again.

Mrs. Ling was in a daze all the way, and finally returned home. Mr. Ling has an appointment today, he went out to have tea with friends, Ling Yanyu was not at home at all, except for the housekeeper and the maid aunt, only she and the old lady were left in the whole house.

The old lady was reluctant to go abroad with her sons, saying that there was no atmosphere for the New Year abroad, and the two sons came back to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with them, and then left by plane overnight.

The winter sun shines through the glass of the balcony, and the old lady rests on the chaise longue, listening to the opera, and basking in the sun leisurely.

Mrs. Ling stayed next to the old lady, absentmindedly peeling apples, and accidentally almost cut her fingers.

"I'm annoyed." Mrs. Ling sent the peeled apple to the old lady, only in front of her mother, she could express her willful irritability like a little girl at the age of fifty, "It's really annoying." ”

The old lady looked at her daughter's upset and irritable appearance, and said happily, "What's annoying? How nice the sun is today. ”

Mrs. Ling hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mom, do you think Yanchen and Zhenzhen are suitable?" ”

The old lady looked at Mrs. Ling with strange eyes, "What is suitable or not, haven't they both been together for a long time?" Of course it is suitable to be able to be together. What kind of question are you asking? ”

Alas, what a question to the wrong person! It was the most inappropriate to talk to the old lady about this, and Mrs. Ling sighed again. Reason told her that the master should not take the sign too seriously, how could it be that two people together are a match made in heaven, and if they are not together, they will be lonely for a lifetime, but after all, she heard it, and she can't completely ignore it, which is the most upsetting. She even had an impulsive idea, whether she should simply lose her mind and go crazy for a while, and directly match Yanchen and Zhenzhen together.

As soon as this idea came out, she denied it herself, and it was unbelievable.

Not to mention that Yanchen and Zhenzhen don't have that kind of mind to each other at all, just because of the previous marriage relationship between Zhenzhen and Yanyu, Zhenzhen is not suitable to be with Yanchen anymore, how will this make outsiders arrange the Ling family?

But then again, Zhenzhen is really a good child, the Ling Yan family knows the roots, and she grew up watching. If Zhenzhen and Yanyu had nothing to do before, she wouldn't have to ask for this sign, she would have found a way to match Zhenzhen and her eldest son, but after such an embarrassing past, even if the master said it was a match made in heaven, she would never be able to make up her mind to cross that hurdle.

However, once some thoughts bubble up in the heart, there is no way to suppress them, like a seed, taking root and sprouting little by little, until it grows into a towering tree.

When the old lady saw her daughter sighing, she took her hand and said with a kind smile, "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and even if you have a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, you can't replace them." This is the case with parents, when the child grows up, at most he can only watch from the sidelines, if the child can listen, you can make suggestions, let them take a little less detours, if the child insists on finding another way by himself, then you can only cheer them on. ”

"What I'm annoying about, as I told you, are two different things." Mrs. Ling said helplessly.

The old lady smiled and shook her head, "I think it's the same thing. ”

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Yan Zhen returned to S City, and the company went to work on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and she thought that she would have time to pay New Year's greetings to Mrs. Ling and the old lady, so she came in advance.

Yan Zhen found that when she saw Mrs. Ling this time, she seemed to be a little lighter, and asked with concern, "Auntie, are you doing well lately?" It's only been a few days, how do you feel like you've lost weight, are you sick? ”

Mrs. Ling really doesn't have much appetite these days, and she can't sleep well at night, but fortunately she has the blessing of makeup, otherwise people will look a little haggard.

Mrs. Ling looked at Yan Zhen with complicated eyes, and took her hand cordially, "I haven't slept well and I haven't had an appetite these days. ”

Yan Zhen was very concerned about Mrs. Ling's health and said that she would take her to the doctor, but Mrs. Ling shirked and refused, "It may be that there are many things to do during the Chinese New Year in the past few days, and I have asked the doctor to give medicine to regulate the body, and I feel much better." ”

"By the way," Mrs. Ling remembered the blind date arranged before, and asked again, "How are you and Pei Cheng doing?" I heard Mrs. Pei say that Pei Cheng likes you very much and wants to pursue you. ”

Yan Zhen shook her head, "It's still like that, I don't feel anything for him." ”

Mrs. Ling didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "That's good!" ”

Yan Zhen looked sideways at Mrs. Ling in surprise, "Auntie? "You must know that in the past, Mrs. Ling especially wanted her to be able to date Pei Cheng, so why did she suddenly say such a sentence?

After Mrs. Ling reacted, she was really embarrassed, and hurriedly explained, "I mean, if you don't feel for Pei Cheng, you can take a closer look, you are still young and not in a hurry, and it is not a bad thing to be cautious in love." ”

"I see." Yan Zhen felt that Mrs. Ling was reasonable, and this paragraph was temporarily revealed.

While the two were talking, Ling Yanchen returned. In the past, Mrs. Ling rarely paid attention to the scene where Ling Yanchen and Yan Zhen got along, I don't know if it was the influence of the master's release, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the eldest son and Zhenzhen seemed to be really a good match.

The two children may be working together, so whether they get along or talk, their expressions and movements are very natural, and it can be seen that they are really familiar with each other.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Ling had some doubts, with the eldest son's cold personality and Zhenzhen's gentle temper, it might be difficult for these two people to spark any sparks. It's impossible for her to really match her second daughter-in-law and eldest son in person, and she can't do this kind of thing.

After dinner, Ling Yanchen and Yan Zhen left together, the two lived in the same community, and they also went home together at this time.

Mrs. Ling stood at the door and couldn't help but sigh deeply, "What is this!" "How embarrassing it would be if the two children knew what she was thinking.

Mrs. Ling once again started psychological construction for herself, fake, fake, asking for fortune telling to see the birth date are feudal superstitions, now it is a new society, love is free! Freedom to marry! Could it be that she forced her two children to be together because of the words "match made in heaven"?! She felt that her thoughts were strange and dangerous.

Ling Yanchen and Yan Zhen didn't notice Mrs. Ling's inquiring gaze lingering on them three times and twice, and the two of them came out of Ling's house and drove directly to the community where they lived.

S City is exceptionally quiet at this time, and the congested sections of the road on weekdays have become extremely smooth. It usually takes more than half an hour to drive, but today it has been shortened to about ten minutes.

"Do you want to go see Chenchen?" Ling Yanchen parked the car and asked Yan Zhen.

Ling Yanchen concealed it very well, and Yan Zhen didn't notice what kind of nervousness was buried under his calm tone as if he was talking about the weather.

Yan Zhen looked at the time, and it was not too early before eight o'clock, so she replied, "Okay, I miss it too, just take it back." ”

The two of them went to Ling Yanchen's apartment, his apartment was more spacious than Yan Zhen's in terms of size and area.

As soon as Yan Zhen entered the door, she saw Chenchen, the dog, running over with little short legs. It uses strength to interpret and interpret the truth that no matter what species, opposites attract and similarities repel.

Chen Chen completely ignored Ling Yanchen, who had been its shovel officer for several days, and circled around Yan Zhen's legs affectionately, and finally lay down very doggedly, his little fluffy head pillowed on Yan Zhen's feet to warm her, which was simply unsightly.

One person and one dog played very affectionately for a long time, Yan Zhen liked Chenchen's fluffy and fleshy feel too much, and held it to take various pictures. Now she has become a cute pet blogger, and by the way, she has also attracted a wave of fans.

Ling Yanchen said casually to Yan Zhen, "Can you please get me a bottle of water?" There was it in the fridge. ”

Yan Zhen sighed, and seeing that Ling Yanchen seemed to be very busy facing the computer, she picked up Chenchen and walked to the kitchen.

Ling Yanchen looked at the email on the computer screen nervously, but in fact, he didn't even read a word.

Yan Zhen held Chenchen in one hand and opened the refrigerator with the other, and the moment the refrigerator door opened, she was stunned.

The fridge is filled with a variety of flowers!

Yan Zhen swiped Weibo some time ago, and someone mentioned the confession clip of the refrigerator stuffed with flowers in the movie "Pupil of the Beast", and she also liked it.

But she never imagined that this would happen to her, and someone would actually fill the refrigerator with flowers.

Yan Zhen held Chenchen like this, standing in front of the refrigerator in a daze, the cold air diffused around her, and she seemed to be unconscious.

Ling Yanchen didn't hear the surprised voice he imagined, thinking that Yan Zhen didn't like it, so he hurriedly closed the computer and came to the kitchen.

Yan Zhen turned her back to him, Ling Yanchen couldn't see her expression at this moment, but it was okay like this, facing her eyes, there were some things he might be embarrassed to say.

He admires some people very much now, when facing the person he likes, he can fully express his heart, he can't seem to do it, and he will feel ashamed to even send a bouquet of flowers in person.

"I heard that there will be White Day soon, and then there will be Tanabata Valentine's Day and Christmas." What Ling Yanchen thought was that he always had to take this step, and it was impossible for him to not even give her flowers properly every time, "I saw that you liked it on Weibo, thinking you would like it." ”

He wasn't used to buying flowers and giving flowers, he wasn't used to picking gifts, and he didn't even know what she liked.

He has implemented the life creed of "if you want to do it, you must do your best", and his routine is limited, and he can only try to let her see a true heart under the appearance of maturity and even vicissitudes.

I hope she likes it, I hope she doesn't dislike it, and I hope she can remember that he once sent flowers.

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