He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

"Mom, did Yanzhi know that you are going to be a matchmaker for him again, and people are not happy, so he ran away in advance?"

"Don't tell me, I didn't tell, your dad didn't ventilate in advance, how could he know?" Mother Wen said: "The woman he went to see during the Chinese New Year last time, didn't say he wanted to bring it back to see. It's been so long, I guess his temperament must have been yellow. Jing Rong, you've lived here for so long, have you ever seen Yanzhi bring any girl back?"

Jing Rong pursed his lips, then shook his head, "No."

"Look, I'll just say it!" Madam Wen looked at her daughter.

Then, I sat down on the sofa and pulled out a stack of photos from my bag. Wen Xue glanced at Jing Rong, saw Jing Rong's face warm, and said: "Mom, you are here again. You still don't know who Yanzhi is? Since childhood, his own affairs, who can give him an idea? Yes? Dad can't cure him, let alone you."

"You don't look at how old he is. The grandsons of Lao Zhang's house next door are all rolling around, and he hasn't moved at all. Can I let him go on arrogantly? Jing Rong, you said I was talking about it. Isn't it?" Mrs. Wen looked up at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

"What is it? How old is Jingrong? Tell him about having a baby. What does he know." Wen Xue muttered.

Mrs. Wen spread the pictures on the coffee table, "Come on, Jing Rong, please help auntie to see if there is anything particularly interesting. You and Yanzhi are good friends, and you must know what type he likes."

Jing Rong looked down and saw a pile of pictures of girls.

all kinds.

There are pure, mature, hot, and home-like.

Jing Rong looked at the photos, his eyes dark and dark. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Actually...I haven't seen his girlfriend too much, but I heard from him that he has no specific preferences. I like this today, and I might think that type is good tomorrow."

"This stinky boy just can't calm down. I really don't know one day a good girl will appear that can cure him and let him take care of him."

Jing Rong said softly: "It will."

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

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

He pondered, and then nodded, "Very good, very beautiful."

"Then do you think Yanzhi would like it?"

Jing Rong looked at Mrs. Wen's expectant eyes, his Adam's apple rolled down, and finally nodded, "I will like it."

Wen Xue sat aside and looked at him sideways. Jing Rong clearly felt the look in his eyes, but he never squinted.

Mrs. Wen was very happy, "I'm relieved if you say that. Then I will make arrangements for this kid these days."

"Do you really think I would like this type?" Suddenly, a cold male voice sounded quietly from the second floor. This sound made Jing Rong downstairs breathe hard, and his hand on the wheelchair could not help but clenched a little.

Wen Xue raised her head and frowned.

Wen Yanzhi stood upstairs with his hands around his chest. The pajamas on his body were loosely opened, exposing a large chest.

He was condescending, looking downstairs with cold eyes. No, to be precise, it was looking at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong could feel a chill, he always remained calm and never looked up.

"Are you at home?" Mrs. Wen was surprised to see her son. "Didn't your sister say that you are not at home? How did it happen?"

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

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

Wen Yanzhi came downstairs, as if he had just woken up, lazily. Getting closer, the ambiguous scratches on his chest can be seen clearly.

Wen Xue stepped up and closed his pajamas in one hand, "How do you look like this with so many people in the family? How old is Jing Rong, can you bring him something good?"

The last sentence is very 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 quickly tied the pajamas belt around his waist, walked to the long sofa, and sat lazily. Her long legs overlapped, and she looked yuppy and lazy.

Jing Rong didn't look at him, just 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 start to finish, the line of sight is still on him, the question just hasn't been answered, he just keeps asking.

The voice was cold. His face was serious.

Not at all the naive look of last night or this morning. It's almost like a person has changed.

Jing Rong was worried that Mrs. Wen would see some clues, so he had to answer his words, "Answer what?"

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

The teenager's breathing tightened.

After a moment of silence, he said: "I think she is pretty good."

"Really? Would you like to marry her?" Wen Yanzhi's expression became colder. When I say it, every word seems to be thorny.

On the side Mrs. Wen seemed unable to stand it anymore, and slapped her son on the leg with a palm, "Smelly boy, don't bully me for Jing Rong. What is he getting married? What is he getting married at such a young age? Besides, he needs you. Worrying about here. Jing Rong looks so marked, what kind of girlfriend do you want to find in the future?"

"Really I'm worrying about it!" Wen Yanzhi only felt that Jing Rong's expressionless face was particularly hateful. The tone of the words became more serious, "I have raised a white-eyed wolf after so long!"

Jing Rong's eyes were always invisible, and he skipped a wave of waves.

"You took gunpowder in the morning? Didn't it mean that Jing Rong chose a girlfriend for you, so you need to target him like that. This photo was brought by mom, and the matchmaker for you was also mom, you What kind of temper is coming at me, why are you looking for Jingrong?" Mrs. Wen said.

Jing Rong glanced at Mrs. Wen, and there were more ripples in his eyes.

But, quickly, he squeezed away again.

Just nodded to Madam gently: "Madam, you can talk, I will wash my face first."

"Eh, okay. Go ahead. Come down for breakfast after washing up." Mrs. Wen exhorted.

Jing Rong turned the wheelchair around.

He entered the room and looked at the mess that was full of the bed, and his heart was just as messy. After arranging the sheets, the messy feeling in his heart still did not dissipate. He took the textbook from the bedside and flipped through it.

"Jing Rong." 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 smiled and opened the door and entered. Holding a painting in his hand.

"You haven't seen my painting yet. Hurry up and take a look."

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

"Great progress. The lines are handled very well."

"Really?" Wen Xue answered vaguely. Looking at Jing Rong with a deep gaze, he suddenly asked, "Did Yanzhi sleep with you last night?"

[It's midnight, go to bed! Tomorrow it will be a second change during the day. It should be afternoon. In the morning, the house’s water and electricity needs to be checked and accepted~]

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