At this time, the waiter brought in to order food. Yang Qingyin ordered a Chinese meal, and Luo Ziling only had a portion of noodles. [.aiyousheng.]

He had a lot of food tonight, but he wanted to eat something with Yang Qingyin, so he also asked for a portion.

While waiting for the meal, Luo Ziling asked impatiently: "What happened?"

Judging from Yang Qingyin's appearance, something happy must have happened, otherwise she would not be like this.

Yang Qingyin didn't keep it a secret and told Luo Ziling about the matter: "My mother called me in the evening and said that the engagement with Fang Dongxun was ruined."

"Really?" Seeing Yang Qingyin's happy smile appearing on her face, Luo Ziling couldn't help but feel surprised.

"My mother called me secretly. It is said that Fang Zhonghua took the initiative to mention this matter to my father. My mother is not very clear about the specificity." Yang Qingyin said, sighed slightly, and asked Luo Ziling again: "Is it the result of your coercion?"

"I made this request, Fang Zhonghua agreed, and Fang Dongxun dared not oppose me in this matter anymore," Luo Ziling did not hide it, Yang Qingyin, "I think if the Fang family refuses to marry, your father will never be shameless and insist on stuffing you over, right?"

As a result, Yang Qingyin kicked her in the foot.

"You are so annoying. Do you need to harm others like this?" Yang Qingyin said angrily: "It seems that no one wants it."

Women often don’t make sense. Luo Ziling thinks that Yang Qingyin did this on purpose, so he didn’t explain anymore. After giggling, he joked again: “If no one can marry, just marry me, I won’t dislike you.”

As a result, Yang Qingyin kicked again. "Disgusting junior, if you hurt me like this, I will bite you!"

"Bite, you can bite it here!" Luo Ziling pointed to his mouth and then burst into laughter.

Yang Qingyin stood up obediently, grabbed Luo Ziling's clothes, and took a bite.

It was biting, not kissing, Luo Ziling screamed in pain.

"You bite your lips," Luo Ziling stroked his mouth and said a little angrily: "It seems you are not a dog?"

"Hmph, I like to bite you, how do you do it?" Yang Qingyin pouted proudly, "Who told you to make fun of me?"

"If you want to take revenge," Luo Ziling said, hugging Yang Qingyin's head and chewed her mouth hard for a long time until the waiter knocked on the door.

Yang Qingyin was made of Luo Ziling's face and quickly fled into the bathroom.

When Yang Qingyin packed up his hair and walked back to his seat to sit down, Luo Ziling was already eating noodles.

"This noodles are not delicious at all," Luo Ziling pointed at the bowl of noodles that cost 58 yuan in front of him with a little depressed look. "It tastes far worse than the noodles that cost 5 yuan a bowl at the door."

"Who told you to order noodles?" Yang Qingyin giggled, "I originally wanted to invite you to the noodle restaurant at the school gate to eat noodles, but who asked you to dress like this?"

"I would have known that I would go back and change my clothes first," Luo Ziling said with a sad face, and immediately asked Yang Qingyin with a giggle: "Senior sister, isn't I so handsome?"

"Well, it's really a little handsome," Yang Qingyin nodded, "Are you very proud?"

"Or why should we take a group photo?" Luo Ziling took out his cell phone and walked to Yang Qingyin, "You are so beautiful today, which made me want to kiss you as soon as I met. I have to take a group photo."

"Teeping me again," Yang Qingyin reached out and pinched Luo Ziling, "I'm not as stinky as you."

However, she did not refuse to take a photo with Luo Ziling, and she also cooperated to lean her head against Luo Ziling's shoulder, looking smart and smiling.

Finally, she took out her cell phone and took a few photos for Luo Ziling, saying that she would keep it well and keep it for a souvenir so that Luo Ziling would become ugly in the future.

"If one day I get fat and have a fat belly and my hair falls off on my head, it's really ugly," Luo Ziling followed Yang Qingyin's words and laughed at himself, "When the senior sister sees me, don't dislike me!"

"Of course you have to dislike it," Yang Qingyin giggled, "I want to dislike it now."

"Okay, I'll go back to hide from the quilt and cry."

Yang Qingyin giggled for a while and asked Luo Ziling again: "How is Fang Dongxun's injury cured?"

"If you still want to marry him, you will definitely be a mother in the future."

As a result, these words annoyed Yang Qingyin. She rushed forward in anger and punched Luo Ziling, begging Luo Ziling desperately for mercy, and then she gave up.

"If I dare to say this again, I will be really angry," Yang Qingyin looked a little angry when she sat back in her seat, and her pretty face was still red.

"Okay," Luo Ziling quickly admitted his mistake, "I won't joke with you like this in the future. Let you be my child's mother, I'm not hurt anyway."

As a result, this sentence was exchanged for Yang Qingyin's "violence". This time, Yang Qingyin did not punch and kick again, but came directly to pick up his ears.

"Senior sister, if I propose to you one day with such words, would you beat me up?" Luo Ziling grabbed Yang Qingyin's hand and asked seriously.

Yang Qingyin was stunned there, and her pretty face turned red in an instant.

"Not interested," she angrily picked up Luo Ziling's ears and sat back on the seat, "Anyway, you have so many beautiful fans, just let them be your child's mother."

"That's what you said!"

"Yes, that's what I said, just try the consequences of doing this."

"The deterrent power of these words is great enough, I'm scared to death," Luo Ziling patted his chest, looking very frightened.

This look of fear made Yang Qingyin laugh again.

"Senior sister, I'm going to go to my mother's place to sleep later. Tomorrow my...my grandfather's grandfather is going to take me to attend the 90th birthday." Speaking of this, Luo Ziling smiled embarrassedly, "I'm actually a little nervous."

"Tomorrow is your great-grandfather's 90th birthday?" Yang Qingyin was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "That's a good thing. It seems that the people of the Ling family are willing to accept you back."

"Senior sister, you were wrong," Luo Ziling shook his head seriously, "I am not from the Ling family. My surname is Luo, so it doesn't exist if I go back or not."

"Okay, I'm wrong," Yang Qingyin immediately admitted his mistake, "I know you are very proud and unwilling to rely on the Ling family. I also believe you will succeed. However, if you can get the recognition and acceptance of the Ling family, you will have less trouble when doing things in the future, and not many people dare to compete with the Ling family. But one thing you should pay attention to is that if you get the acceptance of the elderly of the Ling family, the younger generations of the Ling family will definitely not be convinced. Maybe they will publicly do anything against you, and even your mother will be affected."

"I think that as long as I can see this beautiful face of my senior sister every day, I will not be afraid of any difficulties."

Yang Qingyin was stunned. Unexpectedly, Luo Ziling would have such a playful word when she was talking seriously.

She blushed, but she was very happy.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!