When she heard Ning Xiaoruan say the word "Jiaoyang", Sheng Jiaoyang had already turned to look at Ning Xiaoruan. Then, she was greatly frightened when she heard Ning Xiaoruan say, "How could I not attend her wedding?"
"Why are you reacting so loudly?" Ning Xiaoruan took off his glasses and wiped the water stains on the lenses and face with a paper towel.
The other two people at the table were looking at her.
"What did you say just now? Say it again!" Sheng Jiaoyang stared at Ning Xiaoruan with burning eyes.
"I said Jiaoyang is getting married, didn't my cousin tell you?" Ning Xiaoruan glanced at Shen Zhining, "I almost forgot, you are a big fan of Jiaoyang, no wonder you reacted so bigly."
Sheng Jiaoyang could no longer listen to other words. The phrase "Jiaoyang is getting married" was endlessly looping in her mind.
"Is she awake? Who is she married to?"
"I don't know about that, you have to ask your cousin." Ning Xiaoruan replied.
Sheng Jiaoyang looked at Shen Zhining.
"We'll find out when we get there." Shen Zhining said calmly.
"Actually, cousin, you just said that because you didn't know!" Ning Xiaoruan muttered in a low voice.
Shen Zhining glanced at Ning Xiaoruan and said nothing.
Sheng Jiaoyang was a little disappointed and anxious inside, but she didn't dare to show it.
Stepping into the Shen family's rose gold manor again, but in another identity, Sheng Jiaoyang felt particularly complicated.
"Back!" Frylin stood up when she saw several people coming in.
Shen Zhining looked around the living room, "Where is grandpa?"
"He and his old friend were talking in the study." Frylin said with a smile. She noticed Sheng Jiaoyang following Shen Zhining and waved her over.
"Grandma Andy." Sheng Jiaoyang trotted over.
Frylin raised her hand and patted her face gently, and said with caring eyes: "Why does your face look so ugly? Have you been studying very hard recently? Or is Zhi Ning bullying you?"
"None of that," Sheng Jiaoyang shook his head, "I just had a nightmare last night and didn't get a good rest."
Freylin already knew that they encountered a bloody car accident on the road yesterday, so she specially asked Shen Zhining to bring Jiaojiao out. When she heard that she had a nightmare, Freylin gently stroked her head and said : "Go to bed early tonight, the room has been tidied up for you."
"Grandma, you are so partial. Why don't you ask me about it? I didn't get a good rest last night." Ning Xiaoruan came over to join in the fun.
Frylin laughed and raised her hand to scratch Ning Xiaoruan's nose.
"How did Grandpa Yang make such a decision?" Shen Zhining sat down on the sofa.
Sheng Jiaoyang's expression perked up and he listened attentively.
Frylin sighed, "Your grandfather is trying to persuade him in the study. I wonder if he will insist on doing this."
Grandpa is here too!
Sheng Jiaoyang couldn't sit still and wanted to rush to the study immediately.
"Jiaojiao, I see that your mental state is not good. You should go to your room and rest for a while. We will call you during dinner." Frelin noticed her anxiety and said.
"It doesn't matter... okay." Sheng Jiaoyang, who originally wanted to refuse, suddenly changed his mind.
"Aning, Jiaojiao's room is next to yours, take her to her room to rest."
Sheng Jiaoyang quickly refused and said, "No need to bother Brother Zhi Ning, I can just go by myself."
"Silly boy," Frelin said helplessly, "It's your first time here, so there's no reason for you to find it yourself."
After being reminded like this, Sheng Jiaoyang remembered that this was indeed his first time here.
Shen Zhining glanced at her and stood up. "Let's go."
Just as she was about to leave, Sheng Jiaoyang heard the familiar sound of a cane hitting the ground. She followed the sound and saw two old people walking side by side from the corridor diagonally to the right.
The one who is energetic and well-dressed is Grandpa Shen.
The old and haggard man next to her, leaning on a cane, was her grandfather, Yang Wenting.
Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes immediately became moist, but she hadn't seen him for half a year, but she felt like she was in another world.
Grandpa looked older than the last time she saw him.
"Zhining is back!" Mr. Yang saw Shen Zhining.
"Grandpa Yang." Shen Zhining nodded and shouted.
"I heard that you have a girlfriend, why don't you introduce her to me?" Mr. Yang's eyes fell on Sheng Jiaoyang, his eyes were gentle but also looked at and scrutinized.
"Her name is Xu Jiaojiao." Shen Zhining introduced her very briefly.
In this short period of time, Sheng Jiaoyang opened her eyes, not daring to blink for fear that tears would fall. She reluctantly smiled and said, "Hello, I am Jiaojiao." The trembling final voice betrayed her uneasiness. Mood.
"Jiaojiao?" Mr. Yang gave Shen Zhining a meaningful look.
Mr. Shen next to him suddenly said: "Zhining told me earlier that he would not marry me except this girl. It's a pity that she is a little young, otherwise you, Lao Yang, would be able to drink our family's wedding wine now."
Hearing Mr. Shen's words, everyone present had different expressions.
Frielin was thinking that her husband had another seizure, so why did he say this so politely
Ning Xiaoruan was thinking, oh, she is indeed her future sister-in-law! I really didn’t expect my cousin to love her so deeply, and I didn’t notice it at ordinary times.
Shen Zhining just glanced at the old man lightly, as if he already knew what he meant by what he said.
And Sheng Jiaoyang... Sheng Jiaoyang didn't even know what he was thinking.
"Very good," Mr. Yang nodded, "Okay, I'll leave first. I have to trouble Brother Shen to arrange for the place to be arranged in the next two days."
"Now that you have decided, I won't say anything more. I will do everything I promised to help you, so that you know that our ups and downs in our friendship over the years are not in vain." Mr. Shen raised his hand and patted it. Mr. Yang's shoulders.
Mr. Yang smiled and said, "I'm leaving."
"Grandpa Yang," Shen Zhining stopped Mr. Yang, "How is Jiaoyang doing now?"
Mr. Yang glanced at him and whispered: "It's not very good." After saying that, he walked out on crutches.
Seeing her grandfather's bent back, the tears in Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes suddenly fell down her cheeks. She jogged a few steps and supported her grandfather. "I'll help you out."
Mr. Yang turned his head to look at the girl who was helping him out with her head lowered. He was a little surprised when he saw the water droplets, or rather teardrops, dripping in the air.
"Child, why are you crying?"
Sheng Jiaoyang didn't dare to look up, her glasses were covered with water mist and were blurred. She bit her lip and did not answer her grandfather's words.
"No wonder Zhi Ning likes you. You look like a cute kid. Okay, just bring her to the door. The car is parked outside." Mr. Yang said gently.
Sheng Jiaoyang didn't respond, just supported him and continued walking out.
"What's wrong with this girl?" Mr. Shen looked at the others.
"Perhaps she was moved by the scene!" Frylin said.
"He is indeed a crazy fan!" Ning Xiaoruan touched his chin and sighed.
"What kind of crazy fan?" Mr. Shen looked over.
"She is a crazy fan of Jiaoyang. A crazy fan is a fan who is very die-hard and has no principles. Fans know what they are, right? Where there are idols, there are fans, and Jiaoyang is her idol. Tsk tsk, when I just heard Grandpa Yang say that Jiaoyang's situation is not good, She was so sad that she cried, and now even if she says she is not a crazy fan, I don’t believe it anymore." Ning Xiaoruan explained, and finally expressed emotion.
Outside the house, Mr. Yang got into the car and waved outside: "It's cold outside, you two should go back inside quickly."
Hearing her grandfather's words, Sheng Jiaoyang turned to look behind her. When she saw Shen Zhining, she pursed her lips, took a step closer, looked at him with moist eyes, and said softly: "I want to take a look."
Shen Zhining was surprised by her actions and performance. Although she had always said that she was a big fan of Jiaoyang before, when she said it, there was no sense of admiration for her favorite idol in her eyes, and even more It seemed like a perfunctory move, but her actions just now overturned his doubts.
The car that Mr. Yang was in had already driven away.
Shen Zhining didn't remain silent for long, "Wait." He left.
Sheng Jiaoyang stood there alone, the cold wind swept away the heat on her body, and her face turned pale from the cold, but she did not move at all.
An off-road vehicle with smooth lines drove over and parked steadily beside her.
Sheng Jiaoyang quickly opened the passenger door, got in and buckled his seat belt. When she turned to look at Shen Zhining, he had already started the car.
He looked ahead, his hands moving the reverse wheel in an orderly manner, but the speed of the car was not slow at all. He could see the trees on both sides sliding rapidly and turning into shadows, and he knew how fast he was driving.
Speaking of which, this was the first time she had seen him drive in person.
People who do something seriously will have a unique aura and light that attracts the attention of others.
But Sheng Jiaoyang didn't bother to look any further. She tightened her grip on the handle on the inside of the car door, and was so startled by the speed of over a hundred yards that her heart skipped a beat.
"Do you know where Jiaoyang is?" Seeing that he was not worried about passing his grandfather's car, Sheng Jiaoyang asked.
"Yeah." Shen Zhining just responded.
Since he agreed, Sheng Jiaoyang stopped asking any more questions and just looked nervously at the cars ahead that were being left behind. I didn't expect that Shen Zhining drove so crazy. No wonder he didn't usually drive by himself.
The sound of Shen Zhining unbuckling her seat belt woke up Sheng Jiaoyang who was in a daze. "Are you there?" She turned around and saw no iconic object. She unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and jumped out of the car.
Shen Zhining brought Sheng Jiaoyang to the door of a room and was stopped by the bodyguard standing at the door.
As if he heard a movement, the door of the room was opened from the inside, and what came into view was an unfamiliar man's face.
"Who are you?" Each other's questions converged together, as if they had made an appointment to talk together.
"An Jing, let them in." Another voice came.
Turning around, I saw Mr. Yang walking step by step on crutches.
An Jing took two steps away and opened the door to the room.
Sheng Jiaoyang immediately entered the room impatiently and walked towards the bed.
Suddenly something unexpected happened.
She fainted for no reason halfway through, and the three people who came in later saw this scene.