Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

In order not to disturb others, Lao Juan waited until all the dishes were served before speaking.

Her first sentence made Jingzhi feel both amused and helpless.

Lao Juan lowered her eyebrows and said to Lin Ying with a look of grievance, "Dad, my leg is broken."

Jingzhi slowly closed her eyes.

She knew it.

Whenever Xiaojuan gets hurt, she loves to act coquettishly to him.

Now it’s Lao Juan, and it’s the same.

Lin Ying looked around and pointed at herself, "You called me?"

Lao Juan trembled her lower lip, looking excited as if she had discovered a medical miracle, and said to Jingzhi:

"Mom, he, he's talking again!"

Jingzhi held her forehead, avoiding Lao Juan's gaze, wishing she could disappear right there.

How is this any different from when Cheng Ying heard her daughter speak for the first time?!

Lin Ying looked at Jingzhi with an expression that said, "Aren't you going to explain?"

Jingzhi moved her mouth and was about to say something when Jintong immediately reminded her.

[The laws of nature have been a bit strict lately. You should calm down and don't say things you shouldn't. You can't withstand a second strike from lightning.]

"Tsk."

Since she couldn't say it, she could only use the existing people and information.

Thinking of this, she looked up and said to Lao Juan:

"Tell me, what are your parents' names?"

Lao Juan was startled, turned to face Lin Ying, and said word by word:

"My father's name is Cheng Ying, my mother's name is Lin Jingzhi, you..."

"okay."

Jingzhi raised her hand to stop her from asking too many questions and said to Lin Ying:

"Come on, everyone introduce yourself to each other."

As a Taoist practitioner, Lin Ying is familiar with reincarnation.

After Jingzhi mentioned this, combined with what she had said before, he could probably guess about 70% of the truth.

He could accept the fact that he was the little eagle in her mouth.

But can the old lady accept it?

He hesitated.

Jingzhi stood up, limped over, and walked towards Lao Juan.

She patted Lao Juan on the shoulder and said, "Don't be fooled by her weak appearance. She is actually very good at martial arts. She just likes to act pitiful."

"mom……"

Lao Juan felt wronged, but she didn't say anything.

Is there any mother who would say this to her own child?

"My name is Lin Ying, and I'm... 41 years old."

While Laojuan was still immersed in the joy of her father speaking again, Zhongjuan was already counting on her fingers.

After thinking for a while, she squatted beside Lao Juan's wheelchair and said in disbelief:

"Mom, it's been exactly 41 years since Grandpa passed away, so..."

Lao Juan glanced at Zhong Juan and snorted proudly.

She is her own father, will she admit her mistake?

Jingzhi raised his eyebrows: "So..."

A Ling was confused, "So??"

The waiter who was outside carrying a fruit plate came in again.

"So...would you like to order a drink? We have freshly squeezed orange juice, watermelon juice, and corn juice!"

“Get out!!!”*5

The waiter covered his mouth and ran out, feeling very aggrieved.

If you don’t want to drink, then don’t drink.

Why are you yelling at him?!

……

In the end, the three Juans had to accept that Lin Ying was the reincarnation of their father/grandfather/grandfather.

Jingzhi earnestly explained to them that reincarnation has nothing to do with previous life.

Although a bit cruel.

But she called Lao Juan as if she were dead.

And advise them to live their own lives and not think too much.

Lao Juan responded to Jingzhi with a long silence.

In the end, the arms were no match for the thighs.

Lao Juan lost temporarily.

Jingzhi sent Lao Juan, who insisted on following him, back to Lao Li's house on the pretext that Lao Juan had injured her leg.

At this time, Lao Juan was sitting in the car on the way home, and she said to Zhong Juan with a pat on her chest:

"I will definitely go to the old house."

"And according to what my mom said, Lin Ying has nothing to do with my dad, so why is she so obsessed with him?"

"Since she still recognizes him as her husband, then I still recognize him as my father!"

So, if one person is stubborn, the whole family will be stubborn.

Lao Juan also inherited Jingzhi's stubborn temper.

……

It was difficult to get rid of those three women.

Lin Ying drove the car and also took the lame Jingzhi home.

Jingzhi didn't want to recall her past life anymore, for fear that Lin Ying would mind.

She sat in the passenger seat, occasionally lifting her uninjured foot to look at her shoes.

I deliberately brought up an irrelevant topic and said:

"I wear a size 37, is it too big for me?"

Lin Ying glanced sideways downwards and explained:

"These shoes don't stretch very much. Your foot is wrapped in a little gauze. If you don't buy a size up, it will hurt."

Jing was stunned for a moment, and then a happy light appeared in her eyes.

His attentiveness has always been one of the things that touched her heart.

She touched the bouquet in her hand lovingly, "Xiaoying, there are some things you haven't finished saying..."

She hinted at something, but didn't explicitly urge him.

Lin Ying's ears still blushed.

Bought flowers three times.

She also asked three times.

Including this time, this is the fourth time.

He didn't believe that she didn't understand what he meant, so why bother asking again.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Jingzhi raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Some things must be said. If you don't say it, how can I know what you are thinking?"

Jingzhi leaned one hand on the right window and looked at him calmly, "Go ahead."

Lin Ying glanced at her.

He looked at her deliberately to see him blushing and embarrassed.

What a bad taste.

"Yes, I bought it especially for you." He said helplessly.

Jingzhi felt refreshed.

She smiled and asked:

"When I was in the hospital, I saw a card floating down. What did you write on it?"

Writing is one thing.

Saying it out loud is another matter.

Lin Ying bit her lip and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

Is the heater on in the car?

Why did he feel his face getting hot and his chest feeling stuffy?

"Xiaoying~~"

Her soft call was filled with sticky love and a hint of urging.

Lin Ying slowly released his foot on the accelerator.

The vehicle slowly stopped halfway up the mountain.

The lush branches brought them patches of dim shade, and the warm sunlight penetrated the leaves and shone into the car window, casting a soft layer of light golden light on her beautiful profile.

"Click" sound.

His seatbelt was unbuckled.

Lin Ying took out a bag from the car fan drawer.

He placed the object gently on her lap.

"Zhizhi, I... still can't accept it."

Her heart sank.

The smile that had been hanging on his lips suddenly froze, "What... do you mean?"

Seeing that she seemed to have misunderstood, Lin Ying quickly opened the bag and spread out the contents for her to see.

"I, Lin Ying, am short of money, but... I'm sorry, I can't accept your money without any scruples."

"Although for some people, face is insignificant compared to money, but I... just can't accept it."

On the one hand, it is because of men's dignity.

On the other hand, it was because that was earned for her by another man.

Lin Ying hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to return everything to her.

Jingzhi slowly exhaled.

"You scared me... I thought..."

You said you couldn't accept me...

Before she finished speaking, Lin Ying understood what she meant.

His face flushed as he gently took her hand, picked it up and placed it on the gold bar.

"Put it away first, and I'll—"

The words stopped abruptly.

But in a moment, she had collected it all.

"I'm listening." She hinted, and firmly shook his hand back, "Xiaoying, tell me, I want to hear it."

"..."

Facing her.

Lin Ying stammered, but in just a few seconds, not only could she not utter a single word of love, but her face turned red.

She could hear a long sigh from the car.

"What's the use of being able to speak..."

"Click."

Her seatbelt was also unfastened.

Jingzhi stretched out an arm to hug his neck, and gently stroked the hair on the back of his head with her fingers, "Xiaoying, tell me what you want to tell me with your actions."

After a long silence, there was a sudden creaking sound, echoing throughout the entire carriage.

Lin Ying almost jumped out of his seat.

Jingzhi was held tightly in his arms.

The back of her neck was pressed against his shoulder.

Jingzhi was a little surprised.

Things shouldn't have developed like this.

Wasn't he supposed to kiss her?

"What are you going to do now?" she asked.

Lin Ying: “I…”

"You look at me...I can't say it."

Jingzhi asked: "Then... do you want me to turn into a kitten first?"

He is always more relaxed in front of the cat.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ying was just like her today and was even stubborn.

"No, you're fine like this," he said.

What a shit.

I didn't even dare to confess to her face to face.

It’s so annoying. Why has he become so shy in his life?

Jingzhi patted his shoulder gently, trying to comfort him helplessly, "Take your time."

Lin Ying: "I'm not a child."

Even though she said this, her gentleness and tolerance finally made him calm down.

Lin Ying slowly stepped back a little.

Just when she was wondering what he was going to say.

A quick, gentle kiss on her lips.

This time, it was entirely his initiative.

Jingzhi couldn't believe it.

She opened her mouth slightly, revealing a bit of her cute teeth.

Lin Ying lowered his eyes.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar, he turned his head and pecked her softly.

The sunset glow was slowly swallowed by darkness.

The stars that were originally there began to emit their original light because of the coming darkness.

The two headlights in the woods are also very eye-catching.

But after a few minutes, the shy owner struggled to raise his hand and turn it off.

While moving, he accidentally touched a button.

The skylight above my head slowly opened.

The seats reclined.

Jingzhi clung tightly to his hot neck, her misty eyes looking vaguely at the twinkling stars through the window on the roof of the car.

There was a slight tingling sensation in the neck.

Her mind was almost turned into a mess, and she could hardly tell whether it was his beard that pricked her or his teeth that hit her.

"Aying..."

He responded with a low "hmm".

Then he unbuttoned her coat, slid his hands over her shoulders, came to the back of her neck, and slowly unzipped it...

"No."

She gently supported his heaving chest and gave him a slight push.

Lin Ying took her hand and brought it to her lips, pecked it gently, "Let your actions prove what I want to say. This is what you said."

She stretched her neck back, trying to get away from his hot breath. "I'm talking nonsense. I don't want to hear you anymore. I understand."

Lin Ying: "No, I haven't finished yet..."

His straightened neck actually made his movements easier.

Lin Ying slowly lowered her body, and then...

"Bang" sound.

The little white cat timidly stuck its head out from the woolen coat.

Fortunately, Lin Ying held onto the glass with his hands, otherwise the kitten would have been crushed by his sudden approach.

"Zhizhi...you're playing with me again..."

Jingzhi swallowed and raised a claw, "I'm sending out the fourth one, because I don't have enough spiritual power! Wait for me to practice more!"

"........."

Ghosts believe.

She loves to flirt with him and then run away. She must be playing again this time...