Before Yan Mingsheng could react, Ling Cheng had already hung up the phone.

Yan Mingsheng couldn't react when he looked at the phone.

Ling Cheng and Shi Luo should not have had the chance to get in touch. How could they know each other? How could Ling Cheng suddenly like Shi Luo...

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the more uncomfortable he felt irritable.

That irritability made him think about the bad things that were uncontrollable.

Could it be that Shi Luo was unable to hook him up, but turned his target to Ling Cheng, and finally succeeded.

Thinking of this, Shi Luo is really amazing...

Yan Mingsheng thought of this and stopped suddenly, "No, Yan Mingsheng, you can't do this...you have to calm down."

Yan Mingsheng took a deep breath and drank two more sips of water.

“Yes, calm down.”

He thought quietly for a moment and called Ling Cheng again.

This time the phone was quickly connected, "Why are you calling again?"

"Ling Cheng, I still think it's inappropriate. Are you really going to lose your mind when pursuing it?

"That can be fake, what? Do you have any comments?"

Yan Mingsheng expressed his attitude; "Yes, I can't accept it. If you don't talk about anything else, you are too different in age."

"She is one day younger than Xiao Qi and can be your daughter. You are so old, to be honest, are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you embarrassed?" Ling Cheng retorted, "Don't you know whether love is of age? Yan Mingsheng, you are a person who is looking for outdated writers."

Yan Mingsheng: "But she is too young, she has just grown up and is too far from you."

"It's normal now. We are not in love with grandparents." Ling Cheng hummed, "And am I old? I'm not old at all, I'm very young."

Ling Cheng touched his beard, "I shaved my beard and pursued me, who would say I was old?"

Yan Mingsheng: "..."

He could not refute this. Ling Cheng's skin was better than him, his face looked smaller than him, and he really shaved. He looked like a cream boy in his twenties, and even younger than those cream boys.

He, the so-called ageless male god, has to be reluctant to take the advantage.

Ling Cheng seemed to think this idea was very good, "Lao Yan, you have a good reminder. I will shave my beard next time, so that I will be my peers."

Yan Mingsheng: "...No matter how young your face is, you are still there..."

Ling Cheng shook his head, "No, I am also very young. At such an age, sometimes it's fake, and it depends on the specific one."

"That's not as good as those young people. It's better for young people to find young people..."

Ling Cheng retorted, "You are wrong. Young people today are not good. They have all kinds of diseases early, and they lose their hair and have a bald beer belly. They are still very weak. Do you think I have it?"

"My body is worse than those young people. I insist on exercising, and it has not changed for more than ten years. My physical function is very good, much better than those young men. Their health is really not as good as mine."

Yan Mingsheng: "..."

This is true when you say it.

Many young people nowadays have poor health.

Yan Mingsheng racked his brains to find an inappropriate reason, and Ling Cheng gave him another heavy blow.

"Old Yan said this, I think I have many advantages. Those young people are not as good as me, their physical fitness is not as good as me, and their property is not as good as me. Since this is the case, what does she do to those young people and she still has to suffer. After all, I am the most suitable for me."

Yan Mingsheng: "..."

He had no words to refute because it was really reasonable and too reasonable.

"I can't tell you." Yan Mingsheng finally gave up, "But Ling Cheng, are you serious? She is still young, and it wouldn't be fair to her if you just play."

Ling Cheng was unhappy, "Old Yan, what's wrong with you? Sometimes he said that he was not good, so he stood on my side, and then stood there and criticized me."

"Forget it, others say this, don't you understand me yet? When did I play it? If you don't have rich people and the third generation of rich people like to play, okay? The essence of scum is no different from being rich or not."

Yan Mingsheng apologized, "Sorry, Ling Cheng, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to ask you if you were serious this time?"

Deep down, he actually hoped that he just became interested casually and gave up as soon as he said it.

But Ling Cheng answered with certainty.

"Of course I'm serious. Haven't you seen the money I spend? I won't be able to get along with anyone I can't get along with. If I don't be serious, I will spend money?"

In Ling Cheng's world, he is good to others and spends money.

It’s not that he has money to bully others by relying on money, and he thinks that spending more money is not emotional. On the contrary, he values ​​money the most, in other words, the stingiest.

He is rich and stingy, and he is the most calculating. Most people can’t take advantage of him. For him, spending money means paying attention and affection.

Money is his greatest sincerity and his way of treating people well.

Simple and crude, but most sincere.

And there are very few people in this world who can make him spend money.

I can see that he doesn't care about money and there are very few people who pose as a big boss. A few old friends are considered one, Xiao Qi is one.

The car had to pay a lot of advertising fees, which was all his sincerity.

This time, it's all his sincerity.

He would buy the flashy roses, even blue roses that he looked down upon the most, and invested additionally to support him. This money is an exception and a focus.

Spending so much money means being serious.

Yan Mingsheng and Ling Cheng have been friends for many years. Of course, they know him, but they are completely speechless after hearing this.

"I just... I'm worried about you, so ask more..."

"You don't have to worry about me, you'd better develop your relationship. I think Ling Zixian has a good impression of you."

Ling Cheng's words can't tell the emotions.

"Didn't I explain it to you last time? I have nothing to do with her."

"I'm quite looking forward to you becoming my brother-in-law. I'm home, and I'm just hanging up."

Without giving Yan Mingsheng time to react, Ling Cheng hung up the phone directly.

"Hey, Ling Cheng... why did he die..."

Yan Mingsheng couldn't help but pat the steering wheel, and his irritability rose again.

He should let go, or he should give blessings. After all, Ling Cheng is serious and he can calm down.

But he couldn't do it, he felt so uncomfortable and felt resentful.

I can't say I'm jealous or blame myself. I feel so uncomfortable. After thinking about it, I seem that there is only one way to hate her.

He couldn't figure it out, and Ling Cheng was actually facing Shi Luo...

Ling Cheng couldn't figure it out in his heart, and finally couldn't help but send a message to Ling Cheng.

Ling Cheng parked the car and just happened to receive the message.

"Why is Shi Luo?"

Ling Cheng looked at the message and chuckled, "Why? Because she was a writer..."

He smiled, but his expression was sparse and his mind was difficult to tell.

Ling Cheng was the first person to discover Shi Luo's identity besides Xiao Qi.

He was shocked at first, but he had no idea. Until he met Yan Mingsheng's parents, he knew that they had never stopped helping Yan Mingsheng with women and fell in love with his sister.

Knowing these facts, he was ready to do something.

After Yan Mingsheng and Ling Zixian really met, he finally couldn't help but take action.

He wants to pursue Shi Luo, that is, Shi Luo.

Since you, Yan Mingsheng, are going to start with Ling Zixian, I'm not polite.
Chapter completed!