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Chapter 15 Waiting for you to be 25 years old

When getting off the car, Qin Zhexi took out a new set of figures from the trunk and handed it to Ling Chengzhi, leaning against the car door and looking at him quietly.

"Chengzhi, if I'm not wrong, those figures of yours are going to be given to Sheng Ying?"

Ling Chengzhi was noncommittal.

Qin Zhexi is his best friend, bar none, so there's no need to deliberately hide it.

"What about Luo Siyao? Doesn't your father like her the most?"

"She is not worthy to be my friend, so how can she be a husband and wife?" Ling Chengzhi's tone was not only indifferent, but also disgusted.

Qin Zhexi stopped when he wanted to say anything.

After pondering for a moment, Ling Chengzhi said again: "Zhexi, I have a ten-year agreement with Ah Ying, and she said that when I turn 25, she will be 25 next year."

"What?" Qin Zhexi was stunned, "What ten-year agreement? Didn't you almost die ten years ago?"

"In short, the woman I want to marry was decided ten years ago. If the Luo family tries to side-talk you again, you can just mention the shitty things Luo Siyao did, and you don't need to save her face."

After saying that, Ling Chengzhi entered the villa area without turning his head.

The fifth district, one of the most high-end villa districts in City A, is a high-end real estate developed by the Ling Group, and the unit price has been sold for more than 20 yuan.

Ling Chengzhi lives in Building No. 1. In the villa, apart from him, there is Zhang Cuiyu, the nanny who watched him grow up, and Chen Yu, the bodyguard.

Chen Yu wanted to send the locomotive to the garage for repairs, but he hasn't returned yet.

The light was on in the living room, Zhang Cuiyu was waiting for Ling Chengzhi.

Seeing the figure swaying at the door, she rubbed her eyes and greeted him: "Master, are you back? I'm boiling soup in the pot, how about some?"

"Okay, let's have a drink."

In fact, he didn't want to drink it, but Ling Chengzhi didn't want to spoil the kindness of the nanny.

Zhang Cuiyu went to fill a bowl of soup happily, and seeing Ling Chengzhi playing with the figure, she asked, "Master, have you found the girl who is going to give the doll?"

"found it."

"Well, which family's girl is it?"

As Ling Chengzhi's nanny, Zhang Cuiyu has always regarded him as her own.When Ling's mother passed away, Qian told her to take good care of her child.

Over the years, the relationship between Zhang Cuiyu and Ling Chengzhi is like that of a biological mother and child.

But Ling Chengzhi didn't plan to tell Zhang Cuiyu about Sheng Ying for the time being, for fear of causing trouble.

The fact that Sheng Ying is Shen Yifeng's mistress has caused a lot of trouble in the city. Anyone who knows Shen Yifeng must have heard of it.

None of this matters.

The important thing is that his almost untimely death had something to do with the Shen family, Zhang Cuiyu hated Shen Yifeng to death.

Ling Chengzhi staggered the topic: "Mother Zhang, I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back to my room to rest. By the way, the soup is delicious, and Chen Yu will give him some when he comes back."

"Hey, then go to bed early."

Ling Chengzhi's bedroom was on the third floor, and except for Zhang Ma and Chen Yu, no one else could enter his place.

He has a room dedicated to Barbie hand-made dolls, which are densely packed with various limited-edition Barbie dolls.

These are the complete versions collected from all over the world, no less than tens of thousands.

Ling Chengzhi put the figurines he found from Qin Zhexi on the display rack, and leaned against the door to look around at the dolls in the room.

In a daze, he recalled the childish but serious conversation with Sheng Ying back then...

"If you can, will you marry me?"

"Okay, I'll wait until you're 25!"

"What kind of dowry do you want?"

"What do you have on you?"

"Hey, just this Barbie figurine, which was left by my deceased mother, but I broke my arm, do you think it will work?"

"Okay, then you have to send me all the full versions."

"Then it's settled, 25 years old, see you soon!"

This is the last set of Barbie, and it's enough.

Ling Chengzhi counted slowly along the display racks, fearing that he would make a mistake, so he counted several times before he smiled contentedly.

"Aying, I've collected enough dolls!"

Immediately, he picked up his mobile phone and looked at the sonorous word "roll" on the WeChat conversation, and replied with an emoji: Come on, come and hit me!
(End of this chapter)