Sister, I'm Sorry (MTL) [COMPLETED]

58. Poke the mole's nest

Looking for Yan Lin?

The old man was startled, a little hesitant.

Zheng Lan calculated his mother very sincerely:

"Mom, Yan Lin is the master of major family affairs. He just looks serious and is very filial and respectful to you and Dad. It's better for you to tell him about it yourself than me."

After hearing this, Yang Ying felt that it made sense.

She thought about her words a little, and quickly got up and walked over to the tea table.

Zheng Lan followed behind her, pulled a rattan chair and sat in a slightly off position, listening to her mother recommending a candidate for a daughter-in-law to her husband.

After Yan Lin heard his mother-in-law's words, the first thought that popped into his mind was "No".

In front of the elders, he didn't refute bluntly, but kicked the ball to his father-in-law smoothly.

The father-in-law was stubborn and old-fashioned, and he must have opposed the mother-in-law's behavior of disregarding the family background.

After receiving the pot thrown by his son-in-law, Mr. Zheng's face stiffened for a moment.

He likes Shu Yun very much.

Neighbors within a few miles, as long as there are boys of school age in the family, every family wants to marry the Shu family. Not only Yang Ying was infected and joined the snatch team, Zheng Congshan was also a little anxious.

But her background is indeed a little worse, and the Lao Zheng family especially values ​​the right match, so he has been in a state of uncertainty.

The old man drew the gourd in the same way and kicked the ball back:

"You are Yannan's parents. You can make up your mind about this matter. I don't want to give too many opinions."

Zheng Lan interjected in time:

"Dad, since neither you nor Yan Lin can make up their minds, let me and my mother decide."

Yang Ying nodded vigorously:

"That's it."

It's a good thing that a mother and daughter will break the gold with their hearts.

Yan Lin: ......

Zheng Congshan slowly got up, with his hands behind his back, a bystander attitude that had nothing to do with me:

"Whatever you want, I went to the study to read."

The old man can leave it alone, but Yan Lin can't be hastily at the mercy of the women.

"That child, I will seriously investigate."

He clapped and said,

"But the results are not necessarily optimistic."

Zheng Lan and her mother had no problem at all.

This child, Shu Yun, can investigate at will. The more in-depth investigation, the more able to be captured by her charm.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the old people returned to their rooms early to rest, and the servants also finished their day's work, and the villa and garden fell into a dark night of sleep.

Zheng Lan was lying crookedly on the sofa in the bedroom watching TV. In the small study room separated by a wall, the workaholic demon Yan Lin stood behind his back by the window, listening to his subordinates reporting their work.