Chapter 200: I Want This Daughter-in-law (Page 1/1)

Zhen Heng stood beside Zhen Shicheng, looking at his nose and nose, and raised his eyes slightly when he heard this soft voice.

At this moment, Zhen Heng was like being struck by lightning, and she stared at the girl who walked in and couldn't come back to her senses.

This, this is not what you encounter in the mountains and forests-

As soon as she entered the door, Jiang seemed to be unable to ignore the blazing gaze, she glanced at the source of her sight with the corner of her eye, and the light smile hanging on her lips suddenly froze, and she had the urge to run away.

Why did the person she met when she jumped from a tree appear in her house that day?

Zhen Shicheng's loud laughter came: "Miss Jiang, let's meet again." ”

Jiang seemed to settle down, and stepped forward to say hello to Jiang Ancheng and Zhen Shicheng, but Yu Guang couldn't help but fall to Zhen Heng.

Zhen Shicheng quietly glanced at his son's reaction.

The stinky boy repeatedly dismissed his proposal, and now he doesn't know what to think.

Zhen Heng doesn't have any thoughts now, and the pictures of the chance encounter that day are all going over and over in his mind.

The girl who fell from the sky with the long hair of a crow and a crow gradually dissolved the distance between her and the girl in front of her.

It turned out that she was a girl from Dongpingbo's Mansion, not a forest spirit as he thought.

With this realization, somehow, the roots of the young man's white ears turned red.

Zhen Shicheng saw his son's reaction in his eyes, and he was so angry in his heart.

Okay, you stinky boy, you act like you want to be a monk in front of your father, and now you almost drool out, it's a shame for him!

"Ahem." Zhen Shicheng coughed vigorously twice.

Zhen Heng woke up like a dream, and hurriedly lowered his head, but the heat on his face had not disappeared for a long time, and he didn't know where to put his hand, and he didn't dare to look at the girl again, only pricked up his ears to listen to her.

The girl's voice was soft and soft, and the tone of conversation with his father was very familiar, and there was no crampedness in the slightest.

Zhen Heng listened quietly, and a vague thought rose in his heart: It turned out that his father occasionally had reliable times.

With this thought, the roots of his ears couldn't help but turn redder, and he secretly scolded himself for not making a sound.

He looks like this in her eyes, it's time to laugh at him, right?

Thinking so, Zhen Heng quietly glanced at Jiang Yi.

Jiang didn't seem to look in Zhen Heng's direction.

It was a little embarrassing to see her jump from a tree by this person, but that was all. She was just a stranger to this person after all, and she didn't care much about strangers' opinions now.

In her previous life, she cared too much about the opinions of the world, so she lived so tired and vain, and finally tasted a lesson.

A voice came from the door again: "I heard that Lord Zhen is coming, and the lower officials have lost their welcome, and I hope Lord Zhen will not blame him." ”

Second Master Jiang walked in with the wind.

Zhen Shicheng frowned quickly.

He brought his son to secretly see his future daughter-in-law, what kind of mess did this person make?

Although he thought so, Zhen Shicheng was silent and polite to the second master Jiang.

Second Master Jiang noticed that Jiang seemed to be quite surprised here: "Why is it here?" ”

Without waiting for Jiang to answer, Zhen Shicheng said: "This official is here to thank Miss Jiang." ”

"Looking for a thank you?" Second Master Jiang didn't want to ask Zhen Shicheng and aimed at Jiang Ancheng.

Jiang Ancheng forcibly suppressed the smugness in his heart, and said to Jiang Ru: "Adults talk, you can go back first." ”

Jiang Ru bent his knees: "Lord Zhen, father, second uncle, I will retire first." ”

Zhen Shicheng waved his hand and smiled: "Miss Jiang, call me Zhen Shibo in the future, it's too obvious to call Lord Zhen." ”

Second Master Jiang's eyes flashed with surprise.

What did the four girls do to make the three products treat them so differently?

Shibo - What does this mean to make friends with the eldest brother?

Jiang didn't seem to expect this change, and smiled at Zhen Shicheng: "Zhen Shibo." ”

In her previous life, her father was kicked out of the house and was down, and the second uncle inherited the title like a sharp sword hanging over her heart, so that she did not dare to forget it for a moment.

If my father can be good friends with Lord Zhen, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit, and she really respects Lord Zhen's character and ability, and she is very willing to call this "Zhen Shibo".

Zhen Shicheng is such a keen person, he naturally heard this sincerity, and said to Jiang Ancheng with a smile: "Brother, you have raised a good daughter, which really makes me envious." ”

Jiang Ancheng was busy and modest: "Where is it, it's just more sensible than the stinky boy." ”

Zhen Shicheng suddenly felt like a confidant: "That's true......"

The two of them counted their son's together, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became, and the second master Jiang was completely cooled aside.

The more Zhen Heng listened, the more pressure he felt.

Whether it's his father or Miss Jiang's father, he doesn't have a good impression of his son-

He raised his eyes and subconsciously chased the girl's figure, but found that the other party had already left without knowing when.

Leaving Dongpingbo Mansion, on the way back, Zhen Heng kept wanting to talk and stopped.

Zhen Shicheng was aware of everything, but ignored his son.

Hmph, I pushed three times before, but now I have my thoughts, just hold back if you have anything to say, anyway, he is not in a hurry.

Returning to the back house of Shuntian Mansion, seeing that they were about to separate, Zhen Heng finally couldn't help but speak: "Father-"

"Huh?" Zhen Shicheng looked at his red-skinned son, and refused to say a word.

Today, I will teach this stinky boy what feng shui is called in turns!

Zhen Heng endured the heat on his face and tried his best to make a calm appearance: "Is the girl you met today the girl you praised before?" ”

"Praised?" Zhen Shicheng was surprised, "No, when did my father praise a little girl?" ”

The corners of Zhen Heng's mouth twitched.

Sooner or later, he will do something to beat Lao Tzu.

"Uh, by the way, my father has always thought that Ah Xi girl is good, and he has praised her many times, are you asking her?"

Ah Xi is the female servant under Zhen Shicheng, because she is a young girl, there is nothing around Zhen Shicheng who does not know.

Zhen Heng's face darkened.

Is this really a real father? can be regarded as seizing the opportunity to ridicule him, and he spared no effort.

Seeing Zhen Shicheng showing an old fox-like smile, Zhen Heng bowed his head in resignation: "That's it...... My father mentioned a few days ago that he had taken a fancy to a girl......"

The one you want him to marry back!

Zhen Shicheng suddenly realized: "Uh, yes, but now my father feels that the twisted melons are not sweet, and the flowers that are forcibly picked are not fragrant, so this matter is still over." ”

Zhen Heng looked at Zhen Shicheng with a blank eye, and almost accused him that his words didn't count.

Zhen Shicheng calmly touched his beard: "I still have something to do for my father, I went to the study." ”

Since the son is starting to be anxious, then he is not in a hurry, anyway, whoever wants to marry a daughter-in-law is anxious.

But the little rabbit cub is really superficial, he said so much and was indifferent, and he roared when he saw him today, which shows that he purely fell in love with the beauty of the little girl.

Seeing his father leave ruthlessly, Zhen Heng finally couldn't help but speak: "Father, that melon...... It's not a strong twist ......."

Zhen Shicheng looked at Zhen Heng fixedly, and after a while, asked, "Do you want this daughter-in-law?" ”

Zhen Heng blushed slightly and nodded: "I want to." ”

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