It would be fine if he didn't speak, but he said he wanted to marry her. Wouldn't he be ridiculed by her for being self-indulgent?

As long as she gets married home, she can laugh at her no matter how much she laughs at her. He doesn't mind no matter how much the family laughs.

He found a high-sounding reason, and Lin Chongjiu certainly would not object, and enthusiastically introduced his family.

Zhao Chen asked patiently what he said, and everyone asked, and finally asked about things related to Aju, it would not be obvious if it took a long time.

It was almost noon that Zhao Chen patted Lin Chongjiu on the shoulder: "Go home, remember not to tell them this."

Lin Chongjiu didn't understand very much: "Why can't you say it?" The second sister liked to ask what he and Brother Zhao had done.

Zhao Chen smiled and pointed at the small bow on his shoulder to give him an example: "Do you like this gift?"

Lin Chongjiu nodded.

Zhao Chen said, "I like riding and shooting, so I give you bows and arrows. You also like it, which means we have the same temperament. If I don't like riding and shooting, I just heard that you like it and chose the bows and arrows to send you. That would be a favorable mood. Which one would make you happier?"

Lin Chongjiu thought about it and understood a little, and immediately promised: "Brother Zhao, don't worry, I won't tell anyone, just say that I have been learning skills from you!"

Zhao Chen touched his head, watched him walk away, and turned around and walked towards the carriage.

The carriage slowly moved forward on the country road. Zhao Chen closed his eyes and leaned against the car board, put his right hand on his knee, and gently pulled it.

"Young Master, you're home."

Zhao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and calm.

After getting off the bus, he went straight to his mother's yard.

He couldn't come back if he had any injuries on his mouth that day, so he only sent Chen Ping to report that something was wrong in the county town, and the bite was not obvious now, so he was not afraid of his mother being too worried.

Ning was about to eat, but when the little maid outside said that the young master was back, he asked the plum to add bowls and chopsticks, and the food was definitely enough.

Wenmei walked out in response. When she arrived at the door, Zhao Chen turned towards her face. She opened the pearl curtain and let it go to one side. Zhao Chen came in and she went out again.

"Mom hasn't eaten yet, so I'm just giving my son a bite." Zhao Chen sat down next to Ning with a smile. The table was full of meat and vegetables, all of which were loved by both mother and son.

Ning didn't see his son for three days, so he looked at him seriously. Seeing that he seemed to have lost weight, he asked with concern: "The corners of his mouth are full of anger. Are you finished?"

The mother and mother lived here, of course they didn't have to worry about food and clothing. However, their son was unwilling to be a young master who was just a juvenile person. They started doing business since they were thirteen years old. At first, they were just behind the scenes. Later, the business became bigger and bigger, so he occasionally appeared. Ning knew that his son had already gone to the capital, and he might have done something nearby in the capital. He was afraid that she would not tell her, so she did not ask.

The seventeen-year-old boy is no longer the child who cried when he saw her alive.

Getting angry...

Zhao Chen couldn't help touching the corner of his mouth. As he had been used to these few days, he saw his mother's eyes falling on his wrist and quickly explained: "I didn't pay attention to practicing that day, so I used too much. Apply some medicine and it will be fine in a few days. It won't be a problem, don't worry, mom."

Ning nodded and smiled softly: "You have always been sensible in your work, and your mother is not worried at all." As she said that, she raised her chopsticks and prepared to eat.

Zhao Chen had a headache and hurried over to apologize: "Mom, I'm really wrong. I promise not to hurt myself again by practicing martial arts. Can you not be angry?" The mother only showed a seemingly gentle but actually alienated smile in front of her father. In front of him, she was obviously angry.

Ning Shi tightened her face, put down her chopsticks and was about to scold her son for not caring about her health. Wen Mei walked in with a escort case at this time. When she saw the mother and son, she knew that the two were having a quarrel. She smiled and advised: "Madam, the young master just came back and was still hungry. It would not be too late to teach the young master after dinner."

"Yes, mom, I know you miss me. I come back with the sun just to have dinner with you. Let's have dinner first. You are talking about me after you have something to do." Zhao Chen took the initiative and picked up food for his mother in a pleasing manner.

Ning reached out and pressed hard on his head. Zhao Chen did not hide but greeted him. Ning was pushed away. After laughing and making fun, the mother and son started to eat.

The two of them had a break in the afternoon. After waking up, Zhao Chen came over to play chess with his mother.

Ning's chess skills are superb, and Zhao Chen has made great efforts in the past two years. No one is reluctant to give in. The winner is 55.

But today it was Zhao Chen who lost.

The victory and defeat were a foregone conclusion. After the Ning family finished their last son, they looked up and looked at Zhao Chen in confusion: "Is there something wrong in my mind?" The layout was impatient.

Zhao Chen also looked up at her, "Mom, do you hate your father very much?"

Ning was slightly surprised and turned to laugh and said, "Why do you ask this?"

There was only mother and son in the room, and Zhao Chen didn't hide his words: "I know that my mother used to like someone, and my father interfered with it and forced you to marry into the Marquis' Mansion. Mom, you won't be angry about anything your father does. Is it because you have never liked his father and still hate him for his compulsion back then?"

Ning asked curiously: "You didn't ask before, why do you have to ask today?"

Zhao Chen only stared at her: "Mom, please tell me, I want to know."

Ning lowered her eyes, held her sleeve in one hand and picked up chess pieces in the other hand. After picking up the black pieces, she raised her eyes. Seeing that Zhao Chen was still staring at her persistently, she smiled helplessly: "Your father, I have indeed hated you. I felt it was meaningless for a while, so I didn't hate you anymore, especially after you, without him, where did you come from?"

"I don't hate it, but you don't like my father either, right?" Zhao Chen asked in a complicated mood.

Ning smiled without saying a word, and gave her son angered: "Why did she suddenly look like a girl? Could it be that she fell in love with a girl and came to learn from her mother's scriptures?"

Zhao Chen's expression remained unchanged. Looking at Ning in front of him, his mind turned elsewhere.

My mother likes to laugh, gentle and shallow, and when she doesn't smile, she is quiet and calm, as if nothing has happened to her. Last year, my father came over and said that her mother is like an orchid in a valley. He forced her to her home and guarded her every year. She was simple and quiet, and she smiled every day, but she never bloomed again.

Zhao Chen didn't understand very much, nor did he want to explore the relationship between his parents. He only knew that his father had a kindness to him, and he should respect his father. His mother was the one he had to protect no matter what, even if he had to contradict his father. As for what his parents were, they were kind enough to be concerned about.

But he met a girl named Aju.

She likes orchids just like her mother, and she looks very quiet like her mother. She smiled brightly in front of her family. Perhaps her mother once smiled like this and was fascinated by her father's eyes? If her mother was her father's orchid, Aju would be his own. He was not as affectionate as her father, but he had decided to pick her and go home. But he didn't want to be like her father, because he hurt the roots of the flower when he picked it and could not keep the flowers from blooming.

She didn't want to marry, he would make her fall in love with him and marry him willingly.
Chapter completed!