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Chapter 117 Jiang Peng's Encouragement 1

Chapter 117 Jiang Peng's Encouragement 1
Lin Jingyu waited for a while, but he hadn't waited for Uncle Zhong's answer, but seeing Uncle Zhong tangled up enough, the wrinkles on his face could catch flies.

Did Uncle Zhong really see something?
In fact, it doesn't matter if it's Lin Jingyu or Jiang Ruoli.

Since their rebirth, the two have a common goal, that is, not to be able to let anyone know that they are reborn.

After all, this kind of thing is too shocking.

And now Uncle Zhong...

Just when a few thoughts flashed through Lin Jingyu's mind, Uncle Zhong opened his mouth.

"Master, we all know that you like Miss Jiang very much, but how can I say that Miss Jiang is too young, she is not yet an adult. Besides, you are not married after all, so..."

Lin Jingyu was taken aback.

Uncle Zhong actually watched Lin Jingyu grow up. Although he is a housekeeper, he is considered half an elder.

Others were afraid of Bingshan Yanwang Lin Shao, but Uncle Zhong was not afraid, he really thought of Lin Jingyu.

"Master, you should think more about Miss Jiang, she is still too young."

"Uncle Zhong..."

"Master, I know you took a cold shower yesterday, so you caught a cold, right?"

This time, Lin Jingyu shut up directly, he closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was an angry and funny look in his eyes.

Touching his face, he seemed to be talking to himself, "Uncle Zhong, is it obvious that I care about Xiaoli?"

"That must be obvious. In the past 20 years, you have never had any good women, and you have not had any girls. Except for the old lady, you keep a respectful distance from other women. At that time, we all thought that you liked men. Child. I remember once, at a high society dinner party, a Miss Jiao deliberately spilled wine on you in order to get close to you, and you... beat you in the end."

Uncle Zhong couldn't bear to recall how much his young master hated women.

Looking at it now, the young master's posture of wishing to stick to Miss Jiang every day is absolutely different from the two young masters.

Seeing that what Uncle Zhong mentioned was that he had changed in the way he treated women, Lin Jingyu couldn't laugh or cry even more.

He slowed down, but still said, "Uncle Zhong, don't you think Xiao Li is very special? Isn't she a little different from other coquettish and bitch daughters?"

"Yeah, Miss Jiang doesn't have the temper of the eldest lady, she treats us very well. At first, the old lady was a little worried whether Miss Jiang would be like her father, but later, the old lady started to worry, would you bully Miss Jiang? Yes. The most important thing is," Uncle Zhong hesitated for a while, then said, "I always feel that Miss Jiang has a very familiar feeling."

If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Zhong was old and said this sentence had no other meaning at all, Lin Jingyu would definitely be jealous.

Moreover, Jiang Ruoli came back from rebirth, after all, she lived in the Lin family for more than three years in her previous life.

Uncle Zhong felt that she was familiar, and it made sense.

Lin Shao took a deep breath, suppressed the smell of vinegar in his chest, and then said slowly, "Uncle Zhong, since you also know that Xiaoli is so good, shouldn't I take him down earlier?"

Uncle Zhong blinked, and instantly understood what his young master meant, and the first thing he thought of was that the fat and water should not flow to outsiders' fields.

At this time, Lin Jingyu gracefully pulled out a piece of paper, folded the paper a few times, and said, "Xiaoli is still young, and just a few days after going to school, a little boy started to write love letters to her. Uncle Zhong, if If I don't take the initiative, what if Xiao Li is kidnapped by a little boy before she gets married?"

(Lin Jingyu: I really want to pass the cold to my daughter-in-law with my own mouth:)
(End of this chapter)

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