"I don't want your eldest miss."

"…"

Seeing the Song family's housekeeper's incredulous expression, Zhanxi kindly added, "Not interested."

The housekeeper thought there was something wrong with his ears.

His eldest miss was now the most beautiful in the entire Imperial City. Her suitors could line up from the city gate to the gate of Xinan Prefecture.

Zhanxi closed the lid and put all the gems into the space-time space. She shook her wrist, which was sore from the fall, "Let's go."

She felt that Zhanyan wouldn't be picky about this box of birthday gifts. After all, she worked hard to get it, and the original price was too expensive.

As for Eldest Miss Song, she really didn't have any interest.

She wasn't a man. Why would she marry a woman who couldn't cook?

Having achieved her goal, Zhanxi prepared to go back to the restaurant to find Jiang Cheng.

She dared to conclude that Jiang Cheng's face must be as hot as a burnt iron pot.

Scary.

Zhanxi was about to leave when Song Rui hurriedly called her, "Wait!"

Zhanxi had to stop and look back. She saw that the other party was about to set a trap for her.

She thought, could it be that he regretted it?

She thought it was impossible. There were so many rich people present. The Song family wouldn't smash her face.

Song Rui said, "Gongzi."

Zhanxi came back to her senses. She slightly pursed her lips and made a confused sound.

Song Rui put the folding fan to his lips and immediately separated it.

The fan opened, revealing the beautiful face in the folds.

Zhanxi slightly tilted her head. She felt that the beauty in the painting was somewhat familiar. Before she could take a closer look, Song Rui smiled and closed the fan again.

It was as if he touched the treasure in his heart with his hand. His eyes instantly became sharp.

The small details that she noticed only flashed through her mind. Zhan Xi casually fiddled with the jade beads hanging from the handle of her fan and habitually introduced herself, "My surname is Zhan, my name is Xi."

Song Rui's eyes curved even more, "Yes, I just saw it on the list.

Young Master Zhan … has an unusual relationship with Jiang Zongzhu? "

Zhanxi said seriously, "I've helped Mr. Jiang before." For example, taking care of children.

Song Rui also replied seriously, "It must be very tiring."

Zhanxi had a calm look on her face. She didn't show the 'pain and happiness' in her heart at all.

"I'm in a hurry to go back for dinner." Seeing that Song Rui didn't want to talk about business, Zhanxi urged.

"Ah … Don't be anxious, Young Master Zhan. I was just about to invite you to stay for dinner …"

"It's no trouble at all.

If I go back any later, I'll be scolded badly. "In other words, don't harm me.

"…"

Song Rui was speechless for a moment.

The conversation fell into an awkward stutter. Zhanxi lost her patience and was about to leave when another voice called her, "A nobody who can't even be counted as rich dares to say that you look down on me?"

Zhanxi silently rolled her eyes and said politely, "It's purely … Miss Song, you're overthinking."

She turned her head and said, "I'm leaving." As soon as she finished speaking, Kim Kwang-yao's Venus snow robe embroidered with peonies came into view.

She thought gloomily, 'Why are there so many problems today?'

Kim Kwang-yao cleared her throat, "Young Master Zhan, since you've won and taken away the gemstone, you also have to fulfill your promise."

Zhanxi's face suddenly turned ugly, "What promise?"

The autumn night was slightly cold. Looking at Song Qiu's cold expression, the housekeeper of the Song residence had the urge to wipe her sweat with a handkerchief.

Song Qiu's face turned red, and she said, "You have to marry me."

She looked like a child in a fit of pique, but also like an old single woman who was forced into a corner.

Song Rui, who was on the side, was so scared that he hurriedly fanned his sister. Her bangs were messed up by the wind, but he ignored her and only said, "You can't judge a book by its cover …"

Song Qiu glared at him, and he shut up.

Zhanxi looked down at the grass where the figure was and softly said, "Mm."

…

Mm.

I want to tear down that person's skull frame.

Zhanxi was successfully angered by Kim Kwang-yao.

— She was so angry that she wanted to draw her sword and confront him.

— She was so angry that she couldn't help but smile. She couldn't even maintain a poker face.

— She was so angry that she couldn't even hold her sword steadily.

Because Song Qiu said, "It's a woman … It doesn't matter.

Since I've taken a fancy to someone, I definitely won't let go. "

Zhanxi had doubts in her heart, "Who are you trying to fool? This isn't a f * cking strong female idol drama!"

She had been fooled by Kim Kwang-yao.

— She had met a second Miss Hong Yu.

*

F * ck, just thinking about it made her angry.

Zhanxi unconsciously rubbed Jin Ling's head hard. The little guy was a little dazed from the rubbing. He raised his face and said unhappily, "Don't keep rubbing my head. Uncle said that I won't grow taller like this. In the future, I'll have to use insoles."

Zhanxi smiled. "Mr. Jiang is right.

If Ah Ling grows up to 1.7 meters tall, won't he be the same height as Kim Jong-ju? "

Jin Ling tilted his head and said innocently, "Little Uncle is very tall. He can lift me up very high."

Zhanxi played along and said, "Your Little Uncle is the tallest." He's just a few centimeters shorter than me.

Jin Ling didn't seem to notice the subtle sarcasm in her words. He was easily coaxed until his eyebrows relaxed and he nodded heavily.

Zhanxi pinched Jin Ling's face. "Do you like Uncle more or Little Uncle more?"

Jin Ling glanced at her. The small marble in his hand collided with Xue Yang's marble. After a crisp "ding" sound, he replied, "I like both Uncle and Little Uncle."

This was the answer of a smart child.

Zhanxi thought for a moment and said, "Ah Ling, don't be angry.

I won't tease you next time.

Well, I know. It's not funny. "She was used to saying sorry together with self-reflection.

As soon as she finished speaking, the maid's voice came from outside the door. After knocking on the door, she said, "Miss Chan, it's time for lunch."

"Got it." She turned to collect the children's marbles and put them into the mahogany box one by one.

Jin Ling got out of bed by himself and sat on the stool to put on his shoes.

Zhanxi suddenly found that Tuanzi, who was white and soft a few days ago, seemed to have grown up a little. "Ah Ling?"

"…" Tuanzi ran to the door without saying a word, tiptoed to open the door, and then got into the cold air and disappeared.

Very good.

She was angry.

She was 100% sure.

Lan Xichen and Kim Kwang-yao left before lunch. At this time, only Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling were eating together at the table.

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Cheng felt that something was wrong.

Jin Ling was usually very noisy, but now he was as quiet as a gourd, which was abnormal.

Jiang Cheng put down his chopsticks and said, "Ah Ling …"

"Uncle, I don't like braised fish.

I want to eat steamed fish. "

"…" Jiang Cheng secretly noted it down, but said, "How can you be picky at such a young age? Be careful that your wife won't be as tall as you and I'll have to put a few layers of insoles for you.

Shame on you. "If he looked like your uncle, it would be over.

Jin Ling silently ate the extra pork ribs on top of the rice. The pork ribs had been stewed in the pot for about two hours, and the flavor was completely absorbed. He took two delicious bites and swallowed it quickly. He muttered something under his breath.

Jiang Cheng didn't hear clearly, so he asked again.

Jin Ling had to repeat, "Uncle, is my uncle very short?"

Jiang Cheng almost hung on a piece of white radish.

If he choked to death like this, wouldn't he, Jiang Zongzhu, become the world's biggest joke?

He gave a dry smile and said against his conscience, "It's okay."

— — Okay my ass. Ah Ling, if you don't grow to 1.8 meters, I'll break your legs.

"Uncle, you lied to me."

Jin Ling said in disappointment. His little face suddenly became wrinkled, and his bright amber eyes looked like they were about to cry.

He felt that Zhanxi and Jiang Cheng had ruined his uncle's perfect image. "You're talking bad about my uncle in front of me, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched as he looked at his nephew's delicate appearance. He wanted to know who the other one of them was referring to.

…

There was no one else.

The one with the surname Zhan.

— She said that Kim Kwang-yao is short?

— Or is life so boring?