So that's what happened!

Ling Chen almost forgot that Su Lin, a chick, was a die-hard fan of Tang Shiyun. After thinking about it, he bowed his head slightly and said, "Okay, I'll help you make an appointment with her if you have time." ”

"Okay, that's what you said, let's make up our minds. After speaking, Su Lin happily got out of the car.

After Su Lin left, Nan Ronghao touched Ling Chen's arm and said with an ambiguous smile: "Brother Chen, you really have you." ”

"What?" Ling Chen looked at Nan Ronghao in confusion and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"Brother Chen, my cousin is not here, why do you pretend to be with me. Nan Ronghao secretly smiled: "You made a big profit this time." ”

Hearing this, Ling Chen still didn't understand what Nan Ronghao meant, and shouted angrily: "I'm like this, you are still gloating, believe it or not, I told your sister to go, okay, get out of here, I have to go back in a hurry." ”

Waiting for Nan Ronghao to get out of the car, Ling Chen suddenly thought of something, hurriedly stopped Nan Ronghao, and said, "By the way! If you have time, go to Brother Xiong to get together, it's not easy for him, don't have an opinion on him." ”

Nan Ronghao grinned and said: "Brother Chen, look at what you said, I look like the kind of person who doesn't know the truth, small belly chicken intestines? Don't worry, I know what Brother Xiong has done, he is our great hero, I can't thank him too late, how can I hate him, you look down on me too much." ”

"Okay, it's good that you know this in your heart, I'll go back first, you pay more attention to your sister in the past two days, and call me directly if there is anything." After speaking, Ling Chen started the car and drove straight home.

When I got home, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Seeing that there was still light in the living room, Ling Chen knew that Yang Qingling must not have slept yet, and was probably waiting for him to come back. When I walked into the house, I saw Yang Qingling sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a TV show.

Hearing the sound of the door, Yang Qingling turned his head to look at Ling Chen who came and asked, "Why did you come back so late?"

"Something is delayed. Mom, it's almost twelve o'clock, why don't you sleep yet?"

"If you don't come back, I'll not be able to sleep. Okay, since you're home, I'll go to sleep first, and you can rest early. Yang Qingling got up and said. In fact, she knew what Ling Chen was doing in her heart, but there were some things she didn't explain thoroughly. In her eyes, her son is already an adult, with his own thinking and independent ability, as well as the responsibilities he needs to bear. So, instead of increasing the pressure on your son, it's better not to ask anything.

"That's right!" Yang Qingling, who walked up the stairs, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "There is a letter from you on the table, which was sent by your friend." ”

"My friend?" Ling Chen was slightly stunned, feeling a little strange in his heart. What age is this, and there are still people sending letters. However, what is even more strange is that he has just moved here, and there are very few people who know where he lives, who will send the letter?

Thinking of this, Ling Chen walked quickly to the dining room and saw a white envelope on the dining table.

Pick up the envelope, there is no signature on the outside of the envelope, not even a stamp. At that moment, Ling Chen directly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter paper inside.

Looking at the delicate handwriting on the letterhead, Ling Chen immediately knew who sent the letter.

Leng Feifei!

The content of the letter was very simple, it was nothing more than telling Ling Chen that she had already studied abroad. The reason why she wrote the letter without calling was because she didn't know how to speak. At the end of the letter, Leng Feifei left a sentence, hoping that Ling Chen could give her a little time and give her a chance.

Putting away the letterhead, Ling Chen smiled bitterly. He only has friendship with Leng Feifei and doesn't have any thoughts about it, but now, the two have the most intimate relationship, which really gives him a headache.

Leng Feifei's pursuit aside, Ling Chen's biggest concern now is Nan Rong Wanqing, and he doesn't know if Su Lin can appease Nan Rong Wanqing's emotions and make her forgive herself.

......

Early the next morning.

Ling Chen woke up, yawned, got up and walked to the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside. Although the price of this villa is a bit on the high side, the environment of this complex is nothing to say, and there are lush trees everywhere.

Breathing in the fresh air outside the window, Ling Chen walked out of the bedroom and came to the dining room downstairs.

At this time, Yang Yan and Gong Meiling had already gotten up. Elderly people like to exercise in the morning and move their muscles and bones, and Yang Yan is no exception. Fortunately, there is a large courtyard outside the villa, which allows Yang Yan to move freely.

"Grandma. Ling Chen reached into the kitchen and saw Gong Meiling preparing breakfast. Smelling the fragrance emanating from the pot, Ling Chen smiled and asked, "What did you eat this morning?"

"I boiled polenta and made ham sandwiches. You go out for a meeting first, and breakfast will be ready immediately. For this grandson, Gong Meiling is full of love. After all these years of wandering, it is rare to be able to return to China to enjoy his old age in peace, thanks to his grandson.

Coming out of the house, Ling Chen saw Yang Yan in the middle of the lawn in a posture, playing Tai Chi.

As a master of the local list, Ling Chen also knows more or less about Taijiquan. Taijiquan is a kind of internal boxing, which pays attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, and dials thousands of catties in four or two. However, since the evolution of Taijiquan, most of the routines are for physical fitness, not for martial arts competition. As a result, there are very few masters who practice Tai Chi.

Ling Chen stood by and watched for a while, Yang Yan slowly retracted his fists and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Seeing his grandson admiring beside him, Yang Yan smiled and beckoned, signaling Ling Chen to come over.

"Grandpa, you're a lot older, but your body is about the same as a young man. ”

Yang Yan smiled heartily: "You stinky boy don't make sycophants, half of your body is in the ground, how can you compare with you young people." Is your grandmother's breakfast ready?"

"Not yet, grandma said later. ”

"Let's go, our grandchildren will go for a walk outside, and we'll come back for breakfast later." ”

"Good. ”

The outside world opened his mouth, and Ling Chen naturally would not refuse. The two walked out of the courtyard and walked side by side on the bluestone-paved path, chatting a few words from time to time.

"Ling Chen, listen to your mother, your kung fu is very good?"

"Average, not very powerful. Ling Chen said modestly.

"I used to want to practice martial arts, but unfortunately, I was too old at that time, and I was so focused on running the company that I couldn't spare so much time. By the time I had a successful career, I would be in my forties and fifties. At that time, I invited a lot of martial arts masters to learn some kung fu to nourish my body. However, those so-called martial arts masters are all imaginary, only fame and fortune in their eyes, and they are not masters at all. ”

"Later, when I was traveling with a friend, I met an old man when I passed by a ruined Taoist temple. It was an old Taoist priest who had been guarding that broken Taoist temple for more than sixty years. In line with the idea of doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, I donated some money and renovated the Taoist temple, but I didn't expect to have an unexpected harvest. ”