Zhang''s mother and grandma Zhang looked at each other, and grandma Zhang sighed.

    Zhang''s mother thought, pulled Nanxi and persuaded Zhang''s angry father: "it''s no use asking Xiaoci to be old. Xiaoci can''t be a good daughter-in-law!"

    Zhang''s father raised his eyes meaningfully and looked at Nanxi. Most of the anger in his eyes dissipated.

    Nodded to her in her clear eyes and said to grandma Zhang, "Mom, you eat."

    Then he got up and left the table and went to the antique collection room with his back. There was the house that old master Zhang loved to stay in when he was alive.

    Granny Zhang was unreasonable and scolded her father''s back: "she has the ability to get angry with the old mother, but she has no ability to manage her son!"

    Nanxi took a few pieces of perch meat with chopsticks for grandma Zhang and changed the topic: "grandma, you eat it. It''s very tender."

    Of course, grandma Zhang understood Nanxi''s intentions. The latter sentence made her voice lower a little.

    Nanxi believes that Zhang''s father is more uncomfortable than anyone present. Men''s self-esteem and feelings are sometimes very fragile.

    The unhappy things made the people who stayed lose their appetite. Grandma Zhang took the lead in putting down her chopsticks after eating the dishes brought by Nanxi.

    When Zhang''s father entered the room, Zhang''s mother held Nanxi''s small hand and asked anxiously, "Xi''er, have you seen the old thorn recently?" the more anxious Zhang''s mother was, the heavier the Subei accent was.

    Nanxi shook her head truthfully and replied, "I''ve been filming in Jinling recently. I haven''t returned to the magic capital."

    After a pause, he found that one sentence did not calm Zhang''s anxiety. He added: "he seems to accompany the Canadian representative to discuss the cooperation process of chip manufacturing and travel frequently in magic capital, Beijing and mountain city." Tianyu''s chip factory was selected in the mountain.

    "Allah heard that he seemed to go to Jinling to see Nong yesterday. Do you know Nong?"

    Zhang mother locked her eyebrows and asked Nanxi for confirmation.

    yesterday? Nanxi''s heart sank. Shouldn''t she? Won''t people contact her when they come?

    Reject unrealistic assumptions and tell the most possible facts: "I didn''t see him. Maybe he changed his schedule temporarily."

    Nanmu wanted to stop talking and opened her lips. After a few seconds, hesitation filled her eyes. Her lips closed again and gave up her request.

    Grandma Zhang saw Zhang''s mother''s mind, sighed heavily again, and said sadly, "I hope chen''er can come back tomorrow, go to the grave to see the old man, and then go home to accompany the old woman me."

    Nanxi catered to the old man''s long cherished wish and helped the old man upstairs.

    Help the maid to clean the old man''s body and dry the silver wires for the old man with a hair dryer.

    The old man began to look through the photo album that had been put on the dresser, nodded the photos, and recalled: "This photo was taken when you were 11 years old. Chen er''s horse is fierce, but it''s snow-white and beautiful. You like to ride, and Chen Er helps you up. The maid is worried about your accident, and she clumsily helps you out. Unexpectedly, she startles the horse. You roll onto the lawn with Chen Er, which scares me and your two mothers. She runs over and sees Chen Er protecting you in her arms. His arms let her go Rub a big piece, you''ll be fine. "

    "Well, grandma, I remember." Nanxi smiled and answered softly.

    Coax the old man, even if the real version in her memory is quite different from the beautified version described by grandma Zhang, the old man is most happy.

    In the real version, she has clearly been recognized by the beautiful white horse and sat firmly on the horse''s back.

    Zhang Yichen conceited that she could be safe in the flat ground. When the horse ran, too fast would put her in danger and had to ride with her.

    In the process of pulling the reins, they were surprised by the big white horse and threw them out of the horse''s back.

    The tragedy caused by conceit, the little maid is so innocent.

    "You sent me some medicine and didn''t play at home for some time. Your grandpa knew about it and scolded chen''er for a long time."

    Grandma Zhang fell into memories, and her eyes were filled with nostalgia. "He always warned chen''er that girls are like delicate roses. If every boy decides to protect the girl in his heart, he should not only protect her external safety, but also her exquisite mind."

    As she spoke, a few clear tears rolled down from the corners of grandma Zhang''s eyes. Nanxi knew that the old man remembered the stirring story between her and Grandpa Zhang.

    Without wiping the old man''s tears, he just handed over a paper towel and joked softly, "yes, grandpa is the most notarized and never impartial." he knows the real advantages and disadvantages of Zhang Yichen.

    "Well, your mother was weak when she was young and couldn''t have a second child. Chen''er was young and proud and cold. Without you, we''re going to let your mother hold a child as a daughter and accompany chen''er to grow up." grandma Zhang smiled through tears and glanced at Nanxi happily. "After you came, chen''er changed a lot and made him know the cold and warm."

    "Do you still lack granddaughter?" Nanxi asked tentatively.

    She really likes grandma Zhang, mother Zhang and father Zhang, but sometimes she can''t stand Zhang Yichen.

    A person who lacks the ability to communicate with her but has a good mind, she really can''t take it. When it''s good, people first think about the future direction of things, but they just don''t say it and wait to see you enter the circle.

    In bad times, people are more resistant to normal communication and like to dilute contradictions with time in their own way.

    But Nanxi doesn''t think the contradiction will fade with time. What fades is the memory, and the crack still exists. She hopes that the two people, whether good or bad, will face up to each other, have an open and frank chat, deal with problems together and run in.

    Grandma Zhang angrily turned her eyes to Nanxi, saw through her little careful thought, and said, "lack."

    Nanxi blinked happily and almost blurted out her words, but let Grandma Zhang stop her with an announcement: "I''m short of great granddaughter."

    Nanxi swallowed back the helpless sigh of ''OK'' together with the words of escape, squatted in front of grandma Zhang, and replied with a smile: "I''ll go up the mountain tomorrow and help you talk more to Grandpa, so that he can realize your wish and bless us all smooth and happy."

    The old man took Nanxi into his arms and whispered, "well, your grandfather will look at us in the sky and bless his favorite chen''er and you."

    When grandma Zhang fell asleep, Nanxi quietly withdrew from the old man''s room and returned to the marriage room between her and Zhang Yichen.

    Sitting on the bright red silk bed sheet specially changed by mother Zhang, she hesitated repeatedly to unlock the mobile phone and lock the screen mobile phone.

    People''s pain often comes from asking for trouble, but she really can''t ignore the old people who hurt her.

    It''s reasonable to suspect that Zhang Yichen deliberately forced her to give in by taking advantage of her care for the elderly.

    "Dead bastard, if you dare to appear in front of me, I will kill you! Shameless and obscene!"

    Scold all the curses you can think of, and press a line of words: start from yunshang at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning and go to Grandpa''s grave.

    When the notice arrives, the man who is about to 27 will play his temper willfully and recklessly again, that is, he doesn''t understand personnel.

    How annoying to meet such a conceited man!

    But the most annoying thing is that conceited men have good relatives around them to help him add points! Alas, everything in the world is in balance. Indeed, there is no perfect happiness to be satisfied with everything.

    The mobile phone is on the bedside table. Nanxi sleeps with her arms on her back.

    At three o''clock in the night, mother Zhang got up thirsty and went to the table to drink pure water to moisten her throat. I still feel dry and painful. I hold the cup, open the door, go downstairs to the tea room, get some fragrant orchid leaves that clear fire and moisten my lungs, and drink bubble water.

    Walking to the second floor, I found that the light in the washroom of the children''s wedding room was on, and a wonderful feeling flashed in my heart. As usual, when Nanxi rested alone, she would only leave the night light.

    Is the thorn old back?

    Driven by expectation, Zhang''s mother quickly walked into the room, passed through the cloakroom and washroom, hid behind the Su embroidery screen in the master bedroom, and leaned over quietly.

    Seeing Zhang Yichen sitting by the bed, his fingertips touched Nanxi''s quiet sleeping face.

    Zhang''s mother happily covered her mouth and snickered and walked out of the room.

    Seeing this scene is like magic medicine, my throat hurts a lot. Don''t go to the first floor to get vanilla leaves. Turn and go upstairs. After only a few steps, there was a very light sound of footsteps behind him.

    Pause and wait for a moment, and the familiar aloes float faintly around.

    Tired Zhang Yichen noticed that there were more people at the corner of the stairs. He raised his eyes and looked at his mother.

    Ruifeng''s eyes flashed surprised, and then the sword eyebrow picked up and said in a deep voice, "you have a rest earlier."

    Listening to this tone, I totally mistakenly thought that mother Zhang didn''t sleep at night and deliberately wandered around the building to monitor them.

    Zhang''s mother doesn''t care at all. As long as the children are happy, it doesn''t matter if they misunderstand something. Maybe he can urge his son''s consciousness and be more proactive in many things.

    "Little thorn knows he''ll come back." he doesn''t show weakness and sarcastically says, "what do you do in the guest room if you don''t sleep well in your room at night?"

    Zhang Yichen put a soft look on his face, "Xi''er is asleep."

    "Can you hold it?" mother Zhang joked, smiling peach in her eyebrows and eyes, and replied with her own experience. "In fact, if you have a lot of times, you''ll get used to it. It''s a different taste in your confusion."

    In the face of his mother''s words of tiger and wolf, Zhang Yichen did not change his face and his heart did not jump. He whispered, "I love her day and night, not for a moment."

    Zhang''s mother choked on her affectionate words. She ate them and patted her son on the back.

    "Oh, take a rest. I''ll give Xi''er more love words in the future. It''s good to be a la Mian."

    In the morning, Nanxi gets up at more than 5 o''clock and goes back to the nearby Nanjia. Make up yourself, put on a lace collar white shirt, and choose a short black suit.

    It took 40 minutes to clean up as a whole. He appeared solemnly in front of the main building of Zhangjia and greeted Zhang''s father and mother with a smile.

    Grandma Zhang is too old to go to places with heavy Yin Qi.

    The housekeeper opened the Rolls Royce customized extended phantom back door, and Mrs. Zhang took off the black silk skirt and bowed her head into the car.

    Zhang''s father stood by the door and looked towards the gate deep in the garden. His eyes gradually turned from hot to angry.

    Nanxi, who was on the last bus, knew that Zhang''s father was still waiting for Zhang Yichen. Maybe in the old man''s heart, no matter how much money the children sent, in addition to the necessary expenses, it was better to talk with them, play chess and participate in activities.

    Especially on such special days, both Zhang''s father and grandmother need Zhang Yichen to fill some of the missing emotions in their hearts.

    Nanxi hesitated, took a small step forward, stood in front of the car parallel to Zhang Fu, and looked out with him.

    After watching the meeting, he said in a regretful tone: "brother Yichen told me yesterday that there was something urgent in the mountain city factory. He would try to rush back. If he really couldn''t come back, let me talk to Grandpa. At 4 a.m. today, he was still sending me a message and said he was trying to do the final treatment."

    Zhang''s father''s cold face slowed down a bit, looked at Nanxi and asked, "4 o''clock?"

    Nanxi took out the phone from the white show handbag of do''s house, unlocked it, turned it down and said, "yes, you see."

    Zhang''s father took back his distant vision and said to Nanxi, "let''s go."

    Zhang''s father''s excellent self-restraint is bound to be impossible to cross the border and go out to see his daughter-in-law''s mobile phone information. Nanxi is also sure of this, so she dares to put on airs.

    "Excuse me, don''t you wait for the young master?" the housekeeper made a final confirmation.

    Zhang''s father nodded his head, stepped into the car and sat next to Zhang''s mother.

    Nanxi breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "when you look back, you must even make a black pen with interest."

    "Well, come back to Mrs. Black."

    Nanxi must have been short of sleep for a few days, resulting in auditory hallucinations. She actually heard Wang BA''s generous consent to black her?

    Close your eyes and press the temple where yawning will sting, ready to enter the car.

    When I looked down, I saw Nanfu''s happy eyes and looked behind her.

    Nanxi slowly twisted her stiff back and faced the man who didn''t know when to appear.

    Only when those idle hands touched her head did she ascertain his authenticity.

    "Mom and dad are watching," he said as he leaned close to her cheek and left a kiss.

    Threat means a strong reminder, in exchange for Nanxi''s sneer. I decided not to lift a stone and hit my feet. There was no need to be quick, poke through the hard-made excuses and let Wang Ba go for the time being.

    It will take a long time to get on the bus and go to the grave. There is plenty of time to settle accounts.

    Can just twist back, bright wrist let big hand tightly hoop.

    "I''ll drive her."

    Zhang''s mother Xi waved with a smile and promised, "go and drive slowly."

    "Yes."

    At the end of the two sentences of dialogue, Zhang Yichen didn''t give her the chance to refuse and pulled her to Bugatti''s century silver blue.

    When Nanxi''s mother and father drove away, Nanxi had no worries and shouted, "you loosen me, I''ll go myself."

    Zhang Yichen turned a deaf ear, led her to the front of the car, stuffed her into the co driver and helped her fasten her seat belt. Doing everything well did not leave immediately, but looked deeply at the angry little face in front of me, and the thin lips were slightly aroused.

    "What are you laughing at? What''s funny?" her face didn''t bloom again.

    Nanxi''s uncomfortable side head avoided the sight of touching together.

    He followed her sideways. "I''m glad to hear you find a reason for me."

    "Don''t dream. I''m for my parents, not for you.".

    The outrageous kiss took away her words and breath. He closed his eyes and indulged in the soft sweetness.

    Ruifeng''s eyes opened wildly, and her crazy eyes locked her every change of expression for a moment. Just like the male lion who bites the lamb''s neck, he is not in a hurry to enjoy the food immediately. He will appreciate the last struggle of the lamb, which is more conducive to the improvement of taste.

    Nanxi glared at Zhang Yichen and met his provocation. Suddenly, a sentence came out of her mind: struggle. No more struggle will help.