Song Sihua carefully looked at the Miss Dong in front of her. Although it is a little different from the picture, I seem to be a little plump, but fortunately, with white skin and smiling eyes, I should look good-tempered.
"I heard Mrs. Wang say that Miss Dong is interested in us Ling Yue, isn't it?" Song Sihua said slowly.
Ms. Dong in front of him smiled slightly, a bit embarrassed: "Yes, your son is really good. If I'm lucky enough to be by his side, I think it's my luck."
Song Sihua felt particularly comfortable in his heart.
Listen, this is what the ladies should say and the attitude they should have. What is that Xue Jinyan, domineering, overbearing, is a beautiful face, it can only temporarily confuse men, after a long time, you still have to look for it. This kind of IKEA woman, Ling Yue will definitely know her painstaking efforts.
Yao Jia has been in a bad mood recently. Something happened to Yao Shuming's company, and it was a bit of a mess. There was no time to help her go to Lingyue. Song Sihua had not made any progress. She was really depressed.
I was planning to go to the cafe for a cup of coffee, but I saw a familiar figure.
"Auntie, you are here too, what a coincidence." Yao Jia greeted enthusiastically.
Song Sihua looked up and saw her, his eyes were a little unnatural, but he still calmly said: "So it's Xiaojia, yes, am I not out for a cup of coffee?"
Yao Jia also saw the girl on the opposite side. She seemed a little impressed. She seemed to have seen it on some occasion, but since she was Song Sihua’s guest, she didn’t ask too much. She just squeezed her eyes at Song Sihua: "Auntie, can you take a step? Speak?"
Song Sihua stood up gracefully, said sorry to the Miss Dong, and followed Yao Jia to a relatively secluded corner.
"Auntie, what's the matter? Have you communicated with Brother Ling again?"
Song Sihua sighed as soon as he heard it: "You don't know the temper of your brother Ling. I can't say anything. I let your uncle go out of the way. He is so stubborn. Xiaojia, my aunt said something about you. Maybe I don’t want to listen, but I have no choice but to think for you. I think our family Ling Yue is more determined. He just doesn’t choose you. I don’t think you should wait any longer. You are so good, for sure. I will meet what I like, and I like you."
Yao Jia was taken aback, and was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Auntie is planning to abandon me? The lady who sat just now is not your new daughter-in-law, right?"
Song Sihua's expression changed, and he said righteously: "Xiaojia, you are too much to say that. What do I usually do to you? I try to help you build a bridge with Xiaoyue, but the problem is, I worked hard. You are here. There is no breakthrough. I just don’t want you to be hurt more. As for the lady just now, she is just a friend who is more familiar with each other, drinking coffee together, what kind of person do you think of me? NS."
Yao Jia suddenly felt that she was a little unscrupulous, and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, auntie, I am also a little anxious, I like Brother Ling for so long, you suddenly let me give up, I feel uncomfortable panic. He panicked. Do you like Xue Jinyan that much?"
"I like it." Song Sihua was helpless and resentful: "I'm really out of luck. If I continue to fight against him, I am really worried that I will lose my son. Now he is completely fascinated by Xue Jinyan. Don't return him."
Are you fascinated by Xue Jinyan
If there is no Xue Jinyan, then Brother Ling can fall in love with others.
No Xue Jinyan...
Yao Jia closed her fingers, her eyes became a little strange.
Song Sihua looked at the watch in his hand, knowing that it shouldn't be delayed for too long, and quickly said, "Xiaojia, I'm going to go back, too. If you come over for coffee, you can drink a little by yourself."
"okay."
Song Sihua returned to his original position and explained something to Miss Dong. The two stood up together and left the cafe.
"You look good today." Ji Changfeng smiled at Xue Jinyan while holding a framed painting: "It looks like you should be in a good mood."
Xue Jinyan seemed to have been pierced in her mind, blushing, and muttered: "Is it there? Isn't it always that good?"
Ji Changfeng smiled and said, "I'll be joking again. It looks really good. What's wrong? Is there anything fun to do with Ling Yue? I think he keeps his mouth raised today."
Xue Jinyan lowered her head: "Where do I know him."
As he was talking, Ling Yue walked in with the fruit plate, put the fruit plate on the coffee table, naturally sat next to Xue Jinyan, and put his arm around her shoulder.
This kind of affectionate action fell in the eyes of Ji Changfeng. He said meaningfully and joked: "Are you happy in front of me?"
Xue Jinyan had a fever on her face.
In fact, Ling Yue has always been very good to her, but today I feel weird. Even with the previous actions, it seems that the ambiguous index has increased a lot today.
Ling Yue stared at Xue Jinyan's somewhat pink ears solemnly: "Is there, Jinyan and I have always been so happy, we don't need to get sunburned."
Ji Changfeng coughed a few times and fought a cold war: "I think I seem to be a bit redundant."
Xue Jinyan couldn't sit still, her relationship changed, and she was still slightly uncomfortable.
She pushed Ling Yue's arm, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you go to the company, why are you so idle."
"I don't want to go today."
Xue Jinyan squinted his eyes and looked at him dangerously: "Since then, the king does not come early, and he is talking about you."
The corners of Ling Yue's mouth lifted up a little bit, jokingly: "You are right, I am the king, what about you?"
Xue Jinyan blushed.
She was molested by the guy in front of her again.
I have to say that she regrets the move last night.
Because after this night, this guy has become more and more presumptuous, his eyes are full of spring love, and his body is full of happy and proud notes, and he is very unflattering.
"You leave me, don't bother me to learn to paint with Changfeng."
Ling Yue finally decided not to tease her anymore. Although he was very happy to see her blushing and shy brows, he knew that enough was enough.
If he gets anxious, his Jinyan will turn into a little leopard again, and he might bite him bloody again.
The restless man finally left.
Xue Jinyan and Ji Changfeng spread rice paper on the table, and Ji Changfeng has already begun to write.
In fact, the most important thing about painting is to be calm, and to be impatient, you can't draw anything good. She has never come into contact with it before.
"I always thought you were painting some realistic works. I can't think of ink painting with a brush, you can do it too." Xue Jinyan admired sincerely in her eyes.
Ji Changfeng held the brush, his eyes focused, and his pen was strong.
"Actually, I learned Chinese painting by a teacher later, and I am not very good at it. I am still exploring and practicing."
"Oh, okay, although I don't know how far I can do it, but I am very interested in doing it."
"In fact, you can start with calligraphy. Calligraphy and painting are of the same origin."
"Well, it makes sense."
Xue Jinyan held the brush seriously, but she felt a little nervous.
I have a sense of worship from the bottom of my heart for calligraphy and Chinese painting.
Probably it comes from the profoundness of China's culture, which is not a reason that ordinary people can control.
"Jinyan, are you happy now?"
Xue Jinyan was stunned, a drop of ink fell on the rice paper.
"Ah, oops, it's dirty."
Ji Changfeng didn't lift his head either, and quietly looked at the pen in his hand: "It's okay, just change one."
Xue Jinyan looked at his beautiful profile and smiled slightly: "Chang Feng, I remember that the first time I saw you, I felt that there was something very ancient on your body. If it were in ancient times, it should be that kind of long dress and wide sleeves. An elegant scholar, so no matter whether you are drawing with a brush or writing, I always feel a special fit."
"Is it."
"Um."
Both of them calmed down, Xue Jinyan also began to concentrate on writing, while Ji Changfeng began to paint seriously.
Ling Yue dealt with some company affairs and decided to see the situation of those two people. From a distance, they saw what Xue Jinyan was talking to Ji Changfeng, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled.
This picture is too harmonious, but a bit dazzling.
"How is the painting?"
When Xue Jinyan heard his voice, she raised her head, her eyebrows were a little smug: "Come and have a look, Chang Feng said that I wrote pretty well."
"Really?" Ling Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, and started walking over and saw the words on her rice paper.
There are two words written on it.
Ling Yue.
Although from the perspective of calligraphy, it is definitely not a good word, but Ling Yue still moved slightly in his heart.
He involuntarily looked at Xue Jinyan next to him.
When she looked at him with some pride like a child, he squinted his eyes, raised his arm around her neck, and kissed her on the forehead.
Xue Jinyan was startled by his behavior, and then her face became a little hot, and she whispered, "What are you doing."
Really, the patriarchal spirit is still here.
Ji Changfeng looked up and saw this scene. He didn't know what it was like, but he still smiled. In fact, he knew a long time ago that some feelings cannot be forced, and they shouldn't even have buds.
As a friend, it is enough to watch her happiness by your side.
Originally wanted to stay at Ji Changfeng for dinner, but Ji Changfeng said that there was something to do, so he drove away by himself, Ling Yue put his arms around Xue Jinyan's shoulders: "What do you think of Changfeng people?"
"Very good." Xue Jinyan said immediately: "He is good-looking and versatile. He is really a perfect person."
"What kind of girl do you think such a person should match well"
"Are you going to introduce him a girlfriend?"
"Um."
"I think about it, I have a choice, I don't know what you think."
"Who?"
"Tao Le."
(End of this chapter)