At eight o'clock the next morning, Lin Qianmei woke up and sat at the breakfast table.

"Miss, did you sleep well last night?"

"Well, it's okay, it's just a dream, and I dreamed that an insurance company called me."

"Huh? What kind of dream is this? ”

"Who knows, it doesn't matter."

In fact, Lin Qian woke up at five o'clock, took the mobile phone in a daze, and clicked on the missed call and WeChat new friends in obsessive-compulsive disorder, but these operations were forgotten when she got up early in the morning, and she thought it was a dream.

Baomei gave Lin Qiansheng a bowl of white porridge, and she was just about to eat it when she saw the little brother Zhaocai running in.

"Miss, Mr. Liang is here."

"Which Mr. Liang?" Lin Qian was still puzzled, and asked slowly.

"Mr. Liang Jingyu."

Lin Qian was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the small spoon of eating porridge, picked up the small handkerchief and slipped up.

My God, Liang Jingyu, the first of the four heroes of City A, can be called the perfect male god in the hearts of hundreds of millions of girls.

At this time, Liang Jingyu had already walked in, and it was the dog's leg that opened the door to attract wealth.

Liang Jingyu was also followed by an old man in his fifties, who was his driver and housekeeper Uncle Gu.

Lin Qian has seen it a few times, so he remembers.

"Uncle Gu, put things here, you go back to the car and wait for me first."

"Yes, Mr. Liang."

Liang Jingyu wears simple white clothes and black pants, the ultimate simplicity, the most important thing is that he likes to laugh.

So giving people the feeling of a spring breeze, Lin Qian was still a little nervous.

I got along with him for three years when I was a child, and later Liang Jingyu returned to the Liang family, and the two became estranged.

It became a once-a-year visit, and it was a ceremonial visit.

Over the years, Lin Qian has eaten a lot of melons, and he often sees Liang Jing encountering various news headlines.

and female stars, female hosts, female models, and all kinds of scandals.

However, to this day, no woman has been publicly admitted by Liang Jingyu, so he is still the dream male god in the hearts of hundreds of millions of girls.

"Shallow." The man spoke first, and his voice was very gentle.

With a shallow voice, the bones of Baomei are crispy.

"Hey, Miss, you guys have a good chat, I'll go to the back kitchen to help Aunt Wang."

Bao Mei was interested, and quickly flashed, after all, this was the white moonlight of her young lady, so only Lin Qian and Liang Jingyu were left in the huge breakfast room.

"Inside, my grandfather is not here, and neither are my parents." Lin Qian was a little embarrassed and pointed upstairs.

"I'm here for you."

Liang Jingyu's straightforward sentence made Lin Qian a little embarrassed, she stretched out her little fat hand and scratched her temples, held it for a long time, and came to a more absolute sentence, "Have you eaten?" ”

"No, can I come with you?"

"That'...... Okay. ”

Lin Qian was really nervous and didn't know what to say, because in the past ten years, every time Liang Jingyu came to the Lin family for the New Year, and every time he came, he paid a polite visit, said a few words to the elders, gave some expensive gifts and left.

Lin Qian only interacted with him for three or four sentences at most, but now that he is so alone, he doesn't know what to say.

Liang Jingyu was very natural, sitting opposite Lin Qian, eating elegantly.

"Inside, come today? What's wrong? Lin Qian asked worriedly, thinking in his heart how to open his mouth and ask Liang Jingyu for money, after all, Pei Ling was charged for dinner that day, if this was known by the little bastard of the Pei family, he would not use this matter to hack her for the rest of her life.

"I heard...... You're getting married. ”

Liang Jingyu deliberately pulled out a long tone, and after asking this sentence, he raised his head and stared at Lin Qian opposite.

Lin Qian is cowardly, and he definitely doesn't dare to look directly at the male god.

So he deliberately lowered his head to drink porridge, and then replied vaguely, "Ah, yes, you also watched the news." ”

"Shallow, do you like Pei Ling?"

"I don't like it."

"Then you like ......." Before Liang Jingyu's words were finished, the golden retriever outside suddenly snorted.

Frightened, Lin Qian was clever, and hurriedly turned around and asked, "Zhaocai, what's wrong with Barton?" ”