Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Mom, does Yan Zhi know that you're going to match him again, and people don't like it, so he ran ahead of time?"

"You didn't say, I didn't say, your dad didn't breathe in advance, how could he know?" Wen mother said: "The woman he met last time during the New Year's Eve did not say to bring it back for a look. It's been so long, I think his temperament must have been yellow. Jing Rong, have you lived here for so long. Have you ever seen Yan Zhi's boy bring any girl back? "

Jing Rong pursed his lips before shaking his head. "No."

"Look, I'll tell you!" Mrs. Wen looked at her daughter.

Then, sit down on the sofa and pull out a stack of photos from the bag. Wen Xue glanced at Jing Rong, and saw Jing Rong's complexion, and said, "Mom, you're here again. You still don't know who Yan Yan is? From childhood to age, who can give him an idea about his own affairs? Yes? Dad can't cure him, let alone you. "

"You don't look at how old he is. The grandsons in the old Zhang's house next door can roll all over. He hasn't got any movement at all. Can I let him go wild again? Jing Rong, you said what I said was No? "Mrs. Wen looked up at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong nodded for a moment, nodded, "Yes."

"What is it, how old is Jing Rong, you tell him about having children. What he knows." Wen Xue muttered.

Mrs. Wen spread the photos on the coffee table. "Come, Jing Rong, let's take a look at your aunt. Is there any particular eye-catching. You and Yan Zhi are good friends, and you must know what type he likes."

Jing Rong looked down and was a picture of a bunch of girls.

all kinds.

Pure, mature, hot, and at home.

Jing Rong looked at those photos, his eyes were dark and dark. After a while, he looked up, "Actually ... I haven't met his girlfriend too much, but after listening to him, he has no particular preferences. I like this today, and tomorrow I may think that type is good."

"This stupid guy just can't help it. I really don't know when a good girl will appear and he can cure him and let him feel relieved."

Jing Rong whispered: "Yes."

"So what do you think of this?" Madam pushed a photo in front of Jing Rong.

Jing Rong glanced at it, she was a well-behaved girl.

He groaned, then nodded, "Very nice."

"Do you think Yanzhi will like it?"

Jing Rong looked at Mrs. Wen's eyes full of expectation, her throat knot rolled down, and finally, she nodded, "I will like it."

Wen Xue sat side by side and looked at him twice. Jing Rong clearly felt that look, but always just squinted.

Mrs. Wen was very happy. "I will be assured if you say so. Then I will arrange for the boy in these days."

"Do you really think I will like this type?" Suddenly, a cold male voice rang from the second floor bleakly. This sound made Jing Rong downstairs take a heavy breath, and the hand on the wheelchair could not help but clenched.

Wen Xue raised her head and frowned.

Wen Yanzhi stood upstairs with his hands around his chest. The pajamas on his body were left open, revealing a large chest.

He stood high, staring coldly downstairs. No, precisely, it's looking at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong could feel a sense of coldness, he kept calm and never looked up.

"You're at home?" Mrs. Wen was surprised to see her son. "Don't your sister say you're not at home? Why?"

Wen Xue coughed, "I ... maybe he slept in another room, I didn't notice."

"Really?" Madam Wen didn't think much.

Wen Yanzhi came downstairs as if he had just woke up and was lazy. Close enough to see the ambiguous scratches on his chest.

Wen Xue stepped up and closed his pajamas. "So many people in the family, what do they look like? How old is Jing Rong, can you bring him something good?"

The last sentence is meaningful.

Wen Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Xue. On the other side, Jing Rong's hand holding the wheelchair trembled slightly.

Wen Yanzhi fastened the belt of pajamas around her waist, walked to the long sofa, and sat lazily. The long legs were crossed, and they were both elegant and lazy.

Jing Rong did not look at him, but tried his best to be a transparent person.

This is the Wen family, he is an outsider.

"Why don't you answer me?" Wen Yanzhi didn't want to let Jing Rong go. From beginning to end, his gaze was still on him, and the question he had just answered was not answered, he just kept asking.

The sound was cold. Looking serious.

There was no childish look last night or this morning. It's almost like a person.

Jing Rong was worried about what happened to Mrs. Wen and had to answer his words, "What is the answer?"

Wen Yanzhi grabbed that photo, looked at it himself, and grinned, "Do you think I would like this one?"

The teenager's breathing tightened.

There was a moment of silence before she said, "I think she's fine."

"Really? Why don't you marry her?" Wen Yan looked colder. Every word was spoken as if it were spoken.

On the one hand, Mrs. Wen seemed to be unable to stand anymore, and slapped her palm on the son's leg. Don't worry about it here. What kind of girlfriend does Jing Rong look like in the future? "

"I really worry about it blindly!" Wen Yanzhi only felt that Jing Rong's face that could not see the slightest emotion was particularly hateful. The tone of speaking was even heavier, "I have raised a white-eyed wolf for so long!"

Jing Rong's eyes have always been invisible, and he has passed through the waves.

"Did you take gunpowder in the morning? Didn't Jing Rong choose a girlfriend for you and need to target him like this. This photo was brought by mom, and it is also mom who brought you the red line as a matchmaker. You What kind of temper rushes at me? What kind of temper are you looking for Jing Rong? "Mrs. Wen said.

Jing Rong looked at Mrs. Wen, her eyes more ripples.

However, quickly, it converged again.

Just banged her head gently, "Ma'am, you talk, I'll wash my face first."

"Well, okay. You go. After washing, hurry down and have breakfast." Mrs. Wen told.

Jing Rong pushed the wheelchair and turned around.

He entered the room and looked at the mess in the bed, and his heart was the same. After arranging the sheets, the messy feeling in his heart still did not dissipate. He took the textbooks from the bedside and read them.

"Jingrong." At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

It's Wen Xue.

Jing Rong looked up. "Come in, the door is unlocked."

Wen Xue pushed into the door with a smile. Holding painting in his hand.

"You haven't seen my painting yet. Hurry and see."

Jing Rong smiled slightly and took her words, looking seriously.

"Great progress. The lines are handled well."

"Really?" Wen Xue answered vaguely. Looking at Jing Rong with deep eyes, he suddenly asked, "Last night, Yan Zhi slept with you?"

[It's midnight, sleep! Tomorrow will be more second during the day. It should be afternoon. In the morning, the house's hydropower needs to be accepted ~]