Song Zichen's two flags are vivid in his ears.

First, he does not associate with female artists. Second, he is a non-marriager.

Judging from his girlfriends who have been publicly dating, he prefers low-key and elegant socialites, and has a successful career and a strong woman with distinct personalities.

However, no female artist can cross his defense.

There is even more hope for an 18th-line female artist like her...

Alas, wait, what is she losing?

If it weren't for Chen Sulan's face, Lin Zhanyan would have hoped to slap her on the forehead and slap herself hard.

Even if Song Zichen overturns his flag and is willing to get married, he can accept female artists. Should she be the No. 1 test subject?

This idea is very dangerous!

Chen Sulan looked at Lin Zhanyan calmly, noticed her expression was unpredictable, and asked uneasy: "Yan Yan, what do you think of our Zichen?"

"He..." Lin Zhanyan felt that no matter what the truth was, she could not say bad things in front of her mother, "He is very good, especially good!"

"Yes!" Chen Sulan breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of finding a soulmate on her face, "I think he is very good too!"

"..." Lin Zhanyan suddenly felt that she was being tricked.

Chen Sulan continued: "Since we think our Zichen is good, do you want to consider our Zichen?"

Lin Zhanyan forced a natural smile, "I'm considering..."

"You promised it? That's great!" Chen Sulan felt like she had a major wish, "You will definitely like our Zichen!"

???

Lin Zhanyan was stunned. After a while, she realized that Song's mother misunderstood her meaning-

She didn't say she wanted to consider Song Zichen!

What she meant was that she was considering whether to consider Song Zichen!

"Auntie, I..."

Lin Zhanyan wanted to emphasize her meaning, Chen Sulan held her hand warmly and changed the topic...

If there is a chance, Lin Zhanyan wants to travel back to her tricks. Song Zichen said to her that day that day not to be too proud!

What is her little trick of making small fuss?

Mother Song is the king of routines!

In the end, Song Zichen's knock on the door ended everything.

When Song Zichen came in, Lin Zhanyan seemed to see the light of an archangel on him and cast a grateful look at him.

If he doesn't come in, his mother will talk about what their child is called!

Song Zichen could imagine what his mother had chatted with Lin Zhanyan, and said patiently: "Mom, it's getting late, go back to your room to rest."

"Okay." Chen Sulan said with a smile, "I'll go back first, you guys will chat."

"Mom, stop at this time." Song Zichen said with a headache, "I'll go back with you."

Lin Zhanyan sent Chen Sulan and Song Zichen to the door, and watched Chen Sulan enter the room, and was a little worried: "Song Zichen, auntie... can it be done alone?"

Song Zichen said: "I will accompany her."

"Then you have worked hard." Lin Zhanyan couldn't find anything else to say, "Good night."

Song Zichen put his hands in the pocket of his coat, "What did my mother tell you just now?"

“…”

Before Lin Zhanyan could figure out how to answer, Song Zichen had already continued:

"No matter what she says, don't take it seriously." Song Zichen seemed to think it was not enough, so he paused and emphasized, "She doesn't understand my situation. In order to reassure her, I..."

Lin Zhanyan suddenly didn't want to hear Song Zichen continue, and interrupted him, "I know!"

"Hmm?" Song Zichen narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Zhanyan in confusion.

"Auntie told me that you promised her that as long as you get married, you will...however. As soon as I heard this, I guessed that you lied to reassure my aunt." Lin Zhanyan spread his hands, "So, I know what to take seriously and what not to take seriously!"

What the implication is, Song Zichen can rest assured that she would not even misunderstand a punctuation mark.

"Actually..." Song Zichen looked at Lin Zhanyan, his eyes became a little complicated. He obviously wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, "Forget it, let's talk about it next time. Good night." After that, he turned around and returned to the room.

Chen Sulan was already very tired, but very excited.

She wished she would see Song Zichen and Lin Zhanyan together tomorrow.

"Zichen, tell my mother..."

"Mom," Song Zichen lay on the sofa, his voice feeling weak, "It's very late, go to bed."

Chen Sulan heard her son's fatigue, said "good night" and closed her eyes.

Song Zichen also closed his eyes, but no one knew whether he was asleep or not.

Lin Zhanyan in the next room couldn't sleep no matter how hard she was.

She was glad that after hearing Chen Sulan's words, she could wake up in time and realize that Song Zichen could not date a female artist or get married.

As it turns out, Song Zichen is indeed trying to vacate his mother.

How stupid would it be if she let her heart be beat out of control at that time and allowed her to have fantasies and expectations for Song Zichen?

However, it seems that it was still affected.

Otherwise, according to her sleep quality, she would have fallen into a sweet dream long ago.

Despite this, Lin Zhanyan was not worried.

After experiencing many things, the most important skill she learned is to accept her emotions and live in peace with her emotions.

She told herself that if she was not affected, it means that her psychological quality was stronger than before. But if she was affected, it was also a normal reaction.

Understanding and accepting one's emotions is much more useful than distress.

In this way, slowly, Lin Zhanyan fell asleep.

Before going to bed, she vaguely felt that she had forgotten something very important, but before she could remember it, she fell asleep.

What she forgot was Su Xueluo.

Su Xueluo had a big night shift last night and encountered another major operation just after work. She fought in the operating room until noon. When she got home, she was exhausted and forced to take a shower. After she came out, she fell asleep directly on the sofa.

When she woke up, her stomach was rumbling, and the night had already covered the whole house, and it was so quiet that it was scary.

Su Xueluo struggled, her whole body was dizzy, and when she stood up, she almost fell to the coffee table.

Because I stayed up all night last night, I just drank a bowl of porridge a day today.

If she doesn't eat anything, her colleagues will rescue her.

Open the refrigerator and it's empty.

She was too busy and forgot to finish eating the food in the refrigerator. She was so late and could not go to the supermarket again.

She sighed softly, changed her clothes and went out.

Many small shops nearby have not closed yet. The barbecue stalls in the old city are at the most lively time. This real human fireworks suddenly made Su Xueluo angry.

She sat down in a store, took out her cell phone, and suddenly remembered Lin Zhanyan.

Or in other words, the person she really remembered was Ji Shenzhi.

There are many missed calls on the call record, which should be Ji Shenzhi's number.

She hesitated for a moment and called.

The person who did not answer the phone became Ji Shenzhi.

Su Xueluo hit four or five consecutively, but no one answered.

She clicked on the text message and found that Ji Shenzhi had sent her his address at noon. She also told her that there was a key under the doormat, so she just opened the door directly after she went.

After eating, looking at the bustling streets and thinking about the desertedness and silence of the house, Su Xueluo suddenly didn't want to go back so quickly. She asked the boss to pack a meal, stopped a taxi, and told the master the address of Ji Shenzhi's house.

Ji Shenzhi lived in a very ordinary community, and the access control was not very strict. Su Xueluo easily entered the building and came to the door of Ji Shenzhi's house.

She lifted the door mat and there was indeed a key underneath. After hesitating for a moment, she picked up the key and opened the door. The light in the entrance hall automatically illuminated and faintly penetrated into the living room.

The community is very ordinary, and Ji Shenzhi's home is decorated with taste.

His living room did not have a TV, which was originally a place where the TV wall was supposed to be. A large bookshelves were built with books on it.

Is he really a gangster?

Or is he determined to be the most elegant and cultural hooligan?

"Ji Shenzhi?"

Su Xueluo's voice was full of temptation.

Through the lights in the entrance hall, she saw Ji Shenzhi's cell phone on the coffee table, but no one was seen.
To be continued...