Chapter 12 Elder Cheng Da who broke his heart for his daughter

It was nearly dusk.

Mozhu Garden.

Cheng Qianshan stood at the door and waited, his shadow stretched by the setting sun, and it was slanted on the wall behind him.

No matter how powerful he is in the eyes of others, at the moment he is just a father who is looking forward to his daughter's home for dinner.

Finally, I saw a girl with a heart written on her face from a distance.

Cheng Qianshan sighed, full of distress.

His daughter has always been carefree and full of fantasy and love for life, how could she have such a melancholy look.

He hurried to meet him.

didn't expect the girl to ignore him, but instead threw herself into the arms of a plump young woman in her thirties next to her.

The girl rubbed vigorously in the young woman's arms a few times, turned her head to Cheng Qianshan and snorted coldly, and said that if she didn't eat at night, she ran back to the backyard and locked herself in the room.

Cheng Qianshan threw himself into the air, rubbing his hands a little embarrassed, and saw his daughter snorting coldly at him, only to feel that it was snowing in the sky, and his heart was cold.

The young woman shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, I don't blame you, my daughter is spring, I'm sorry." ”

This is even bigger than the blow just now, Cheng Qianshan looked at his wife in disbelief and asked:

"Just because she snorted at me, you said she was in love?!"

The young woman nodded: "Knowing the daughter Mo Ruomu, I can still see it wrong, the daughter is full of thoughts, but she is actually hesitant in front of love, and she shouldn't be good."

You see, she will be happy when she wakes up tomorrow morning, and she will be in better shape than usual. ”

Cheng Qianshan didn't believe it.

Is there anyone who knows his daughter better than him?

The next day.

Early morning.

He hadn't been coquettish to his daughter for a long time and pulled his arm to say goodbye, called him daddy affectionately, and naughtily touched his beloved beard, and finally left home in a bouncing manner.

Cheng Qianshan couldn't be happy in his heart.

He turned his head to look at the lady who had come out of the inner hall, trying to find comfort.

Madame nodded at him, yes, that's what you think.

The cabbage I raised is going to be taken away by the pig?

Which pig is so bold?!

"Who is it?!"

Cheng Qianshan gritted his teeth, as if he was talking about a great feud of life and death.

Mrs. said angrily: "Just with your temperament, what is there next to your daughter, don't you want to find out his ancestors for eighteen generations, can you still not know who he is?"

Cheng Qianshan muttered: "I thought he was smart and would keep his distance, but I didn't expect to look away."

But also, Lin'er is so beautiful and kind, anyone who sees it can't help but be moved.

Dare to lie to my precious daughter, boy, your road is narrow!"

Madame said: "Actually, I think it's good, do you know what Lin'er gave me yesterday?"

Without waiting for Cheng Qianshan to answer, Mrs. said a little excitedly:

"It's more than two thousand taels of silver, and she said that she earned it herself, and asked me to save it for her.

You said that my daughter has a few pounds and a few taels, don't I know? How did she earn so much silver, and it wasn't the man who made excuses for her.

A man who can give his daughter so much silver, no matter how bad it is, is not far behind.

Lao Cheng, don't sell it, tell me who that person is?"

Cheng Qianshan looked discouraged, and told his wife what had happened for more than a month.

No matter how old and spicy he is in his work, but when it comes to his daughter, he is worse than ordinary people.

"It turns out that it's just a little cook, Lin'er is so greedy, she may indeed be hooked up with by a chef.

But this is a chef with brains, who has made a name for himself in a short period of time and made so much money.

That little cook is so good at making money, Lin'er doesn't have to worry about her life in the future. I've always been worried that Lin'er will marry a coarse man like you in the future, and now that I think about it, it's not bad to be a rich wife. ”

The lady has already begun to plan for her daughter's happy life in the future.

Cheng Qianshan's eyes glared: "Madam, aren't you angry?!That's a cook, with a humble status, how can you be worthy of our daughter?!"

"What's wrong with the cook? When I married you, you told me what kind of virtue I was, and I would have made a few crop moves, if it wasn't for the ghost at that time, I thought you were a big hero, I could have married a man twenty years older than me?!"

When Mrs. talked about the past, she immediately made Cheng Qianshan lower her head.

However, he still said stiffly: "Qingyun Gate was not bad back then, the senior brother in charge opened the Heavenly Gate with a sword and became the first martial arts master in Qingyun, didn't your father also see this and allow you to marry me?"

Madame snorted coldly: "So, my family wants to cling to you?"

Cheng Qianshan knew that if he didn't answer well, this lady would have to go back to her parents' house.

He hurriedly smiled and said: "How can it be, it is Lord Taishan who sees that his son-in-law is sincere, and there is a lady who is forced to die, otherwise how can I marry a virtuous helper like my wife, and how can I have a baby daughter like Lin'er." ”

"Count you as acquaintances. ”

Madame was satisfied, and said with some hesitation:

"I just don't know what's going on over there, if Lin'er is happy alone, it won't be good. ”

"He dares!"

Cheng Qianshan thought that some people didn't like their daughter, so he was even more unhappy.

However, seeing his wife's unkind eyes, he changed his words again:

"I mean, how can a simple, kind and beautiful girl like Lin'er not be liked, that kid has accumulated eight lifetimes of good luck before he gets Lin'er's favor, and he must be crazy with joy. ”

As he spoke, Cheng Qianshan actually figured out the feasibility of this matter.

When her daughter grows up, she will marry after all, so she can't be pressed to stay by the side of the second elder for the rest of her life.

Cheng Qianshan has never dared to face this problem.

But now take advantage of this reason, and think about it.

If his daughter marries a warrior like him, she will have a sense of security, but it will be dangerous.

The road of the rivers and lakes, people say that if there is no it, it will be gone, it is difficult to let Lin'er stay alive and widowed, and who knows if it will be good for Lin'er.

Marrying an ordinary person is even more impossible.

The daughter has been clothed and fed since she was a child, how can she stand it.

And those rich young masters, nine times out of ten, they like to be romantic, and it is impossible not to marry a third wife and four concubines back in the back house, the daughter is so simple, how can she gain a foothold in the back house.

Looking this way, the self-made Chen Mu seems to be really good.

These days, without his secret care, how could Chen Mu have been able to make a name for himself so smoothly, and no one had trouble him.

Although he is looking at his daughter's face.

But since this kid is so knowledgeable, it's not impossible for him to be everywhere with his daughter.

With him pressed on it, he didn't dare to treat his daughter badly, he was so good at making money, and his daughter's life would definitely be no worse.

However, it is better to make money, so that someone will make money for her daughter to spend, and her daughter can be by her side.

In the future, the little grandson can still have his surname Cheng.

Thinking about it, Cheng Qianshan couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh.

Wonderful, wonderful!

......

"Ahh

Jiang Ping rubbed his nose, sneezed, and muttered in his heart.

Who says I'm handsome behind my back?

At this moment, in front of him, there was a gray-clothed servant, hunched over, but he was like a man on his back, and he didn't dare to move.

Jiang Ping's eyes narrowed, and his voice was low, like a cold wind blowing from the depths of the canyon:

"Who the hell are you?"