Rong Yan's hands had already landed steadily on the steering wheel. His fingers were long and beautiful, as cold as jade.
“So you can drive.”
“I was too lazy to open it before.”
He turned his head slightly, and when he looked at her, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Let's go to the old house now."
After saying that, he felt worried again and lowered his head to help Meng Yao fasten her seat belt.
"Yeah." Meng Yao tilted her head and found a comfortable position: "I'll sleep for a while, call me when we get to our destination."
Without Xia Yansen's endless chatter, Meng Yao slept quite well. When she woke up, her mind was still not very clear.
"arrive?"
Rong Yan leaned over to help her unbuckle her seat belt: "We're here, get out of the car."
Meng Yao was led by Rong Ying's hand out of the car. She asked, "Have you prepared a gift for grandma?"
"Already prepared."
Aunt Ying was already waiting here. She gave Meng Yao a hug and said, "Yaoyao, I haven't seen you for a while. The old lady has been talking about you and Ah Ying all the time."
Meng Yao patted her back gently: "Aunt Ying, is grandma doing well recently?"
"The old lady is feeling much better. She has been talking about you since morning. Let's go in now."
After walking only two steps, I saw Rong Yiqing walking towards me. He had a bright smile on his face and was dressed neatly and beautifully. "I was planning to come down to pick you up after I packed up, but I didn't expect to be a step too late."
He reached out and lifted up his coat: "Brother, smell it. I even sprayed my favorite perfume on it. But my grandma doesn't like it very much. She said I'm irritating and asked me to stay out of her presence."
Rong Wei commented calmly: "It is indeed pungent."
Rong Yiqing took a step back in disbelief, sniffing his own clothes: "Brother, do you have any taste? How can such a good perfume be so pungent? This is not pungent, this is clearly the smell of manliness! This is called manliness!"
He cast an expectant look at Meng Yao again, his eyes sparkling: "What do you think, sister-in-law?"
"I feel very good."
Rong Yiqing was instantly delighted when he heard this, and kept giving a thumbs up to Meng Yao: "Sister-in-law is still a good judge of taste!" He glanced at Rong Yan and said: "Sister-in-law is a big star, you should learn more from her when you have nothing to do."
Rong Yan was not annoyed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay."
Meng Yao, on the other hand, felt a little inexplicably guilty after hearing this and stretched her feet uncomfortably. After all, she had never had any "taste".
Rong Yiqing's eyes turned and he asked in confusion: "Hey, where's Brother Yansen? Isn't he your little tail?"
"He's busy."
Rong Yiqing nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
"Is there a scar on your forehead?"
Meng Yao also looked in the direction Rong Yin was looking, and saw that Rong Yiqing had an inconspicuous scar on his forehead. It was just a shallow mark that could not be seen without careful observation.
Meng Yao asked, "How did you get this forehead?"
Rong Yiqing's face turned sour, and he snorted coldly: "Don't mention it. It's unlucky to meet an idiot on the set."
Aunt Ying smiled and said, "Don't block us here. Let's go in. Ah He and the others are here."
A group of people walked in.
Rong Yiqing couldn't help asking Aunt Ying: "How's my grandma's temper lately? Has she lost her temper?"
"Why do you ask that?"
Aunt Ying sighed, "You are still like a child who has not grown up. How could the old lady really dislike you? You are her grandson. She said she would break your legs, but in the end, she still let you enter the entertainment industry."
Rong Yiqing seemed to be thinking about something.
"If you can achieve more and prove that you have the ability to survive in the entertainment industry, just like your sister-in-law, how can the old lady restrict you?"
Rong Yiqing lowered his head, his expression unrecognizable, but his voice became much gentler: "I understand."
Rong Fengshan, the second uncle of the Rong family, and Yang Jiaxin came with their family and were having a great conversation with Xu Youlan.
"Ahe, how is your gallery going?" Xu Youlan sat in the first seat, her dry hands resting on her legs. Her face was a little rosy, and she looked in good spirits.
Rong He tied up his slightly longer hair. There was always a hint of pride between his eyebrows, but he was unusually humble when facing Xu Youlan. He lowered his head slightly and said, "We'll be ready to open soon, grandma."
Xu Youlan smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll go take a look then."
Aunt Ying's voice reached the hall first: "Madam, Ah'an and Yaoyao are back."
Xu Youlan's expression brightened up: "Come here quickly."
Rong Wei and Meng Yao walked in and greeted Xu Youlan respectfully first.
Xu Youlan and the other person held hands, looking very intimate, which was completely different from before, and the smile on their lips deepened.
"I wonder if this has affected your work. Is Yaoyao busy filming?"
Meng Yao shook her head: "Not very busy, it's a family banquet, we will come no matter what."
Xu Youlan nodded with a smile: "Don't stand all the time, find a place to sit down quickly, grandma will be distressed if you get tired."
"I heard that you have announced your relationship to the outside world. This is a good thing. There is no need to hide it."
Meng Yao sat in her seat and nodded.
"When you are not busy, you should always think about the future, such as having a child..."
Rong Yan first took a look at Meng Yao's expression, then replied, "There's no rush for this matter."
"you… "
Seeing Xu Youlan's unhappy expression, Yang Jiaxin hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Mom, I think this matter cannot be rushed, and these young people must have their own ideas. Pushing them too much will only add to their burden. Ah'an and Yaoyao are not too old, so it's not impossible to wait a year or two."
Xu Youlan's mouth was tight, but she always listened to what Yang Jiaxin said. This time she sighed, "You're right. There's no benefit in pushing them too hard."
Rong Feifei sat next to Meng Yao, she had been chewing her candy silently in the corner. She never said much at such family banquets, she just stayed in one place and remained silent.
Suddenly she felt a gaze coming through her, Rong Feifei looked up and saw Meng Yao's beautiful peach blossom eyes staring at her fingers... No, to be more precise, she was looking at the candy in her hand.
She couldn't help but pause, a little overwhelmed: "What do you want to do?"
I have seen Meng Yao's ferocious look and also her calm and indifferent look, but this is the first time I have felt Meng Yao's focused gaze.
"Can you give me some of the candy in your hand?"
It was really boring to sit here for so long, and this time she left in a hurry and didn't have any snacks in her pocket.
Rong Feifei was stunned for a moment: "You want candy?"
The other person's eyes were clear and calm, as peaceful as a lake, with a hint of flattering cuteness, no longer as hateful as before.
(End of this chapter)