This thought is not only worried by Jiang Xin, but also shaken by mu Yize: "if the last marriage object is not four little ones, then even the benefits of not marrying can not delay my baby daughter's life!"

They are not unscrupulous people for the sake of profit, but the old man of Ling family takes the initiative to open the door. People first look at their Textile Group's more than ten winning patents, as well as their smart and beautiful daughter. Mu Yize did not agree to Lingyuan's suggestion on the spot, but went home to talk to his wife and daughter.

The Mu family didn't get excited at first. Lingyuan invited mu Yize to the office again to discuss in detail, and offered to use the ancestral snow silk production technology as the exchange condition, and strongly recommended Ling lie, the fourth son of his family.

Mu Yize asked Ling Yuan tentatively at that time: "the young people now think about life. If they don't have the right personality after marriage, they are afraid that they may not live for a long time."

Who knows, Ling Yuan replied thoughtfully: "no problem, let's just lead a bridge. If they don't get along well in a few years, they really go to the divorce step. Although we are elders, we should also give priority to the children's wishes."

In other words, master Ling is conniving at this marriage!

His purpose is to promote business interests!

In this way, mu Yize's mind was moved when he thought that his precious daughter had no loss, that a well-known marriage could be mutually beneficial and win-win.

Even after Ling Laozi called to make sure that Ling lie would return to Ling's house, he made a phone call to Mu Yize and said, "my little four is coming back from the ring expressway soon. He has a strange temper."

How clever mu Yize is! Under Lingyuan's hint, there is a trick that Mu Tianxing will appear in the rain to stop linglie's car on the highway, and deliberately attract linglie's attention.

"I think so, or forget it!" Mu Tianxing, holding a blanket and with a thick nasal voice, said: "when I talk to Sishao today, I feel full of guilt. I'm trying to get his attention. What if he really thinks about me? Playing with others' feelings is worse than stealing others' money! "

In particular, when she listened to linglie actually speak to her, her heart was even more shocked.

He's not afraid of her leaking out?

Or did he just trust her?

Although now Mu Tianxing has the answer, that's because Ling lie recognized that he was the one who saved him in Qingcheng half a year ago, but until now -

think of Ling lie's angry face.

Think of the deep dark pupil embedded in a very pale expression on the face.

Think of the silent hand holding a warm bath towel.

Mu Tianxing's face is red, and his heart is bound to jump. He is in a terrible panic. It's a pity that such a good uncle is paralytic!

Mu Yize saw her blush very much. He took the ginger soup again and went to her: "it's spicy, but it keeps you warm from the cold. As soon as you close your eyes, you can drink it. After drinking it, you can sleep with your head covered. Let your mother take your temperature later."

He looked at the bowl in front of him with a disgusted look, and murmured, "how can you say that and then come back?"

"Ha ha, darling, have a drink."

"Woo, no!"

"Be obedient!"

"No!"

Ignoring the conversation between the father and daughter, Jiang Xin turned to take the fever medicine. She had just reached the door when she heard the cell phone in her pocket ring.

She took out a look, a bright eyes, suddenly turned to the father and daughter: "Zeng Qian!"

Mu Tianxing is a little nervous.

Mu Yize sinks his face: "take it!"

Jiang Xin fingers a row, by the way opened the speaker, said: "Hello, Qianqian ah."

"Sister Xin!" Zeng Qian's voice seemed to be very excited: "just now my junior four came back, he has promised to marry your daughter. My husband said that he will go to Mu's house for employment these two days. He also asked Miss Mu to come home for dinner on Saturday to enhance his feelings with him."

Jiang Xin is stunned at hearing the words and opens her eyes to her husband.

How could this linglie not play according to common sense?

Under normal circumstances, many coincidences come together. In his situation, it is impossible to be careless. How could he easily agree to this marriage?

Does it matter to linglie whether he marries Mu Tianxing or not?

Isn't even linglie himself thinking that this is a marriage with no real name?

If so, then, just right!

Mu Yize's pupil flashed a flash of brilliance. Following years of tacit understanding between husband and wife, Jiang Xin said to her mobile phone: "ha ha, right? That would be great. I'll talk to my star and ask her to leave Saturday free! "

"Hahaha, that's great. That's the deal for Saturday. Then I'll ask the driver to pick her up! "

"Yes, yes!" Jiang Xin suddenly froze and said, "well, I don't know if four little ones have any special preferences? For example, what do you like to eat or drink. And the old man, apart from his love of tea, do you have any special preferences? "

Since these two days people will come home to hire, then in terms of hospitality etiquette, the Mu family will naturally do a good job.

"I don't know what my husband likes or dislikes. You are a family, even though you are free. You are not so particular about it! " Zeng Qian said, not giving Jiang Xin the chance to speak, and said: "my husband called me, I first go to busy, something to meet tomorrow when playing cards!"

"Oh, yes."

"Bye!"

That's how the call ended.

And this ailment of Mu Tianxing finally defeated mu Yize's Jiang Tang with Jiang Xin's antipyretic medicine.

Lying in the soft quilt, Mu Tianxing closed his eyes, but turned over and over, sleepless.

She is going to get married because he agreed to marry her.

But why?

His IQ should not be so bad that he is not even alert?

"Ah ah ah ah, how annoying!"

Bai Nen's feet kicked at random, and Mu Tianxing finally kicked off the blanket and sat up, touched his mobile phone and the convenience sign under his pillow, and sent out a text message.

In the evening after the rain, the sun was shining brightly. Linglie sat in his room and pushed the wheelchair to the floor window.

A text message suddenly broke his silence.

Eyebrow surprised, the heart crossed a very small possibility, took the cell phone, but he poof a laugh.

A strange number, only three words: "why?"

He knew it must be her.

Ling lie did not reply, but put the strange number into the mobile phone. Looking at the distant glow again, countless entanglements and dignities in her heart seem to be dismissed in her short message, which is extremely magical.