Everyone at the dining table looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little strange for a moment.

After about two or three seconds, Wenman took the lead in breaking the silence, pinched the little niece's face, and asked with a smile: "Why do you like that big brother?"

"Because he seems to be able to transform magic." Wen Jin said seriously.

Wen Man couldn't help laughing and followed his niece's words: "How did he become magic?"

"Here, it's like this."

Wen Jin jumped off the chair and put on the boxing stance of Longhu Tai Chi stance. Although his movements were quite immature, he was also quite good: "Many leaves revolve around the big brother's body, and his whole body was glowing..."

Wen Man and Wen Yanjun looked at each other.

If what Wen Jin said is true, then the other party is indeed a very powerful expert.

The transformation of strength is divided into three realms: the realm of refining, the realm of control, and the realm of transformation.

If you want to control external objects, you must be in a state of defence.

Mr. Zhong can affect the things around his body by just relying on the movement of his internal breath. His true strength is definitely far above the level of the power of the power, at least it is the peak of the power of the power, or even half-step power of the alchemy.

Such a powerful man has long been famous all over the world, how could he be unknown?

"Mr. Zhong is probably a pseudonym, and he doesn't want to reveal his true identity in front of his second sister-in-law."

A light of thinking flashed in Wenman's eyes: "Second sister-in-law, although you don't remember what he looks like, you always remember his body shape and age, right?"

"I'm thin and tall, similar to your second brother. I have short hair, calm and indifferent temperament, and my eyes are unfathomable."

Yan Xiaomin closed her eyes and thought: "He looks very young, no more than twenty-five years old at most, but I'm not sure. After all, it's easy to change his appearance like a martial arts master of that level."

After listening to Yan Xiaomin's story, Wen Man's beautiful eyes gradually widened, and her mind outlined Mr. Zhong's appearance, and overlapped with a figure that he had been thinking about day and night.

"It's not that coincidental, right?"

Wenman murmured to himself.

Yan Xiaomin suddenly felt excited: "Xiaoman, do you know Mr. Zhong?"

Instead of answering Yan Xiaomin's question immediately, Wen Man took out her cell phone, opened the album, and handed a photo she had hidden for a long time to the latter.

The person in the photo is Lin Chong. He is wearing a black training suit, with a clear contour on his face and a deep and cold look.

Due to the shooting angle, the front is not visible clearly, but it further highlights Lin Chong's indifferent, transcendent, calm and composed temperament.

"It's him!" Yan Xiaomin blurted out.

"I want to see! I want to see!"

Wen Jin ran to Wen Man and stretched out his hands to mumble.

"What to see?"

Wen Man flicked his fingers gently on the forehead of this little devil in the world, then put away his phone, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh!"

Wen Jin let out a cry of pain, covered his forehead, and pouted: "I don't like you anymore!"

"Adults talk about things, children don't make trouble, just stay tuned."

Wenman didn't buy it at all, but glared at her beautiful eyes and threatened: "If you make trouble again, my aunt won't take you to eat your favorite strawberry ice cream next time."

As the saying goes, tofu is made by brine, and one thing is reduced to another. As the little devil in the world, Wen Jintian is not afraid of it, but he is only controlled by this aunt.

Feeling the frustration, Wen Jin flattened his mouth and began to brew tears.

Wenman said with a stern face: "Don't cry!"

Wen Jin was frightened by Wen Man and her tears immediately took back her tears.

Her little mouth trembled and she didn't cry after all. She crawled into Yan Xiaomin's arms like a wounded deer.

Yan Xiaomin felt a little distressed, but she understood that Wenman's approach was correct.

Wen Jin is usually spoiled by the elders in his family and is becoming more and more naughty. If he doesn’t discipline him well now, he will definitely cause a big disaster when he grows up.

However, Yan Xiaomin has a weak personality and a low status, so she dares not disobey the elders of the Wen family. As a father, Wen Yanjun is busy with family career all day and has little time to accompany her daughter.

So, Wenman fills the lack of parts between the couple to some extent.

This is also the main reason why they stood by and allowed Wen Man to educate Wen Jin.

After Wen Jin's interruption and delaying for a few minutes, the topic finally returned to normal again.

"Mr. Zhong is Xiaoman's friend?" Yan Xiaomin asked curiously.

"Friend? It's right."

Wenman's delicate mouth twitched: "But his surname is not Zhong, but Lin."

"Forest?"

An electric light flashed through Yan Xiaomin's mind, as if he was enlightened, and suddenly realized: "I remembered that he is Lord Lin Chong of the Yanhuang Martial Alliance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanjun, who was having breakfast opposite, shook his body slightly and looked up at Wen Man.

Wenman smiled without saying a word.

Yan Xiaomin was so excited.

The name Lin Chong has long become a legend in the minds of countless warriors, and even his personality is as weak as Yan Xiaomin.

"Why didn't I recognize Your Excellency Lin Chong? So stupid!"

Yan Xiaomin was extremely upset: "If I had recognized him earlier and had to leave any contact information, would there be someone who was more suitable for Master Jin'er than him?"

Wen Yanjun put down the half-eat toast bread, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked at Yan Xiaomin and said, "Xiaomin, are you sure the person you met in the park is Master Lin?"

"I'm sure!" Yan Xiaomin cut off the railway.

"How does Master Lin feel about Jin'er?"

"I can see that he likes Jin'er very much."

Yan Xiaomin recalled the conversation with Lin Chong and frowned: "But, when I revealed that I planned to let Jin'er practice martial arts, Lord Lin Chong did not agree."

"Why?"

"Hisser Lin Chong said that Jin'er is too young, and it is harmful and useless to pull out seedlings to encourage growth. You should wait until Jin'er grows up before letting her decide her own life path."

Yan Xiaomin repeated Lin Chong's words.

Wen Yanjun nodded and said, "Master Lin's opinion is very correct. I think so too. Jin'er is only five or six years old, so we shouldn't make a decision for her."

Yan Xiaomin opened her mouth and wanted to speak but stopped.

"There are no outsiders here, just say whatever you want." Wen Yanjun smiled.

"Since I learned that Jin'er is a martial arts genius, the old man has always wanted to find her a good master, and even held a special teacher search banquet for it."

Yan Xiaomin said helplessly: "How should we convince the old man?"

Wen Yanjun immediately became silent.

The old man Yan Xiaomin mentioned is the father of the contemporary head of the Wen family, Wen Yanjun and Wen Man, and is also the behind-the-scenes promoter of Wen Jin's apprenticeship and learning skills.

"Sister Three, I've helped you. Now it's your turn to help me." Wen Yanjun suddenly said to Wen Man, who was watching the fire from the other side of the river.

"Let me persuade my dad to change his mind?"

Wenman spread his hands and said, "But he hates me, an unfilial daughter who betrays the interests of the family and escapes marriage privately. If I do that, it will probably be counterproductive."
Chapter completed!