Chapter 189 Slap in the face

Old Mrs. Wen was nearly seventy years old, the roots of her hair were covered with frost, and her big eyes were sunken, revealing an ambiguous light.

She sneered and glanced at Yang Lian with a sidelong glance.

"Silly queen, don't think you can win my favor by flattering me. If you want to marry my daughter, you have to be capable!"

The man had a cold complexion, his eyebrows were as black as ink, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he was thinking about the deeper meaning of the old man's words.

His eyes inadvertently fell on Qin Qing.

Old Madam Wen casually blocked the question and said nonchalantly, "It's useless to rely on your looks, it's useless to know how to hoe the land, and it's even more useless to listen to your words..."

In short, he was nailed to the useless pillar of shame.

Qin Qing looked at the domineering Old Lady Wen.

It felt like Yang Lian had hit a wall.

The beautiful peach-shaped eyes are slightly raised and the red lips are slightly curled up.

He looked like he was watching a play.

Yang Lianbo probably had rarely suffered such difficulties before.

She was immediately happy.

A perverse smile suddenly appeared on the girl's delicate face, and the man saw her like this.

A few people said helplessly, "I'm not very interested in hoeing the fields. I have my own plans for my future work..."

Old Mrs. Wen raised her eyebrows.

"you……"

"My home is in B㹐, I will go back sooner or later..."

When these words came out, Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment.

"Are you an educated youth?"

She glanced at Yang Lianbei suspiciously.

This temperament is indeed not like that of a country bumpkin.

"no……"

This made the old man a little confused. He looked at Yang Lian's dusty clothes and slowly withdrew his gaze.

"We can't just pick any guy at random. We also have to consider his family background, character, knowledge, and ability..."

A hint of impatience flashed in Yang Lian's eyes.

He suddenly said, "Are you marrying your granddaughter or picking carrots..." Seeing that the old lady was about to get angry, he finally expressed his annoyance.

"I basically meet your requirements, okay?"

Old Mrs. Wen was a little disdainful.

"I haven't heard of any wealthy family with the surname Yang in Beijing."

"My last name is Qi, and my cousin's last name is Chen!"

Mrs. Wen thought for a moment. "Surname Chen? Chen, who is Chen Yuanzhi to you?"

The old lady couldn't hide her shock and stood up.

Looked at the man carefully.

Yang Lian's Adam's apple rolled rapidly, the corners of his lips slightly lowered, and he said in a deep voice, "It's my grandfather!!"

There was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"What!"

Old Mrs. Wen's eyelids trembled slightly, and she silently concealed the surprise in her eyes. She laughed dryly and said, "It turns out to be Professor Chen's darling grandson. Hey, this is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple..."

She had great respect for Chen Yuanzhi.

He didn't expect that the country man who mocked him so much was actually his descendant.

This face hurts so much!

Yang Lian forced a smile.

"So, any questions?"

Old Madam Wen took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat on her face. She pulled Qin Qing up and said, "Grandma doesn't care about your young affairs. Just be happy, hehe..."

These country folks don't know the Chen family's wealth.

The clear streams of the past dynasties are deeply rooted.

Nearly half of the wealthy children are Professor Chen’s students.

Who dares not to give him a little face?

However, after that incident, there were many different opinions, and everyone thought that Professor Chen had sent his grandson abroad early.

I never thought it would be in this small place.

By some strange coincidence, he became the son-in-law of his own grandson!

Old Mrs. Wen's eyes lit up instantly.

Qin Qing was pushed out by her grandmother with a confused look on her face.