Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

Just when the people in the living room were in doubt, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Aunt Jiang."

Both Jiang Yan and An Xia looked at the source of the voice.

Han Xiaoxiao stood against the light at the door, and the large beam of light behind her seemed to become her background board, making her look a little more ethereal.

She was dressed stylishly, and the makeup on her face was just right. She clearly heard what she said just now. What was embarrassing was that not only Han Xiaoxiao just appeared, but there was Mrs. Han in a lady's attire beside her.

Han Xiaoxiao had a smile on his face, as if the embarrassment on other people's faces did not exist, but Mrs. Han was very angry.

Jiang Yan had also seen big scenes before, although she didn't know why it was such a coincidence, but when she saw Han Xiaoxiao and Mrs. Han, her astonished face changed into a smiling face in the next second.

This kind of face-changing speed was beyond the reach of An Xia beside her.

She originally thought that she had indeed learned a lot during this period of time, but when she stood here, she deeply understood that she was no different from Xiao Baihua.

In addition to her increased strength, she is far inferior to the group of people in the living room when it comes to intrigue.

"Isn't this Xiao Xiao?"

Madam Han said angrily: "It's rare that Madam Yu still sees Xiao Xiao in her eyes. I thought you only had your future daughter-in-law in your eyes. I want to ask in front of so many people. An Xia is your family." Future daughter-in-law, then what is our Xiao Xiao?"

Jiang Yan was still smiling, as if Mrs. Han's dissatisfaction did not exist at all: "The Han family and the Yu family have been partners for many years, and the two are even family friends."

"Besides, Xiao Xiao is so outstanding, how could I ignore such a beautiful little girl."

"As for what you said just now, I think children and grandchildren have their own blessings. It's good to get closer, but even if they don't, it won't affect the relationship between our two families."

Jiang Yan's soft words easily suppressed what Mrs. Han wanted to say.

?? An Xia watched from the sidelines in amazement.

She always thought that Aunt Jiang was just a little white flower with little attack power, but it was only today that she realized that the little white flower also has attack power, and when it stands up to hurt people, it will stab people very painfully.

An Xia casually drank the juice, and clearly felt a stormy atmosphere in the living room.

And from the very beginning, more people looked at her.

It's just that those people didn't see her as a person, but as a bargaining chip.

She was trying to figure out whether she was worthy of support, or what the Yu family's attitude was like.

Is what Jiang Yan said just now confident or just a moment of anger.

Now she always felt that the living room was too stuffy, and the sight from all directions made her really unwilling to stay here any longer.

Jiang Yan was talking to someone, her attitude had been very clear just now, and An Xia had already stepped into the sight of everyone.

She still wanted to take An Xia to meet more people, but when she looked back, the person who was standing just now suddenly disappeared.

"You were very proud just now."

The ants under the tree formed a circle and climbed up the tree trunk in an orderly manner. She was fascinated by this, and suddenly there was such a voice behind her.

An Xia turned her head, Han Xiaoxiao folded her arms around her chest, her expression was unclear.

An Xia looked around: "Are you talking to me?"

Han Xiaoxiao was very patient: "There is no one else here except you, are you provoking me?"

An Xia stood up: "I'm just surprised that such words would come out of your mouth."

Han Xiaoxiao choked, she was right, from just now until now, she has not even said a word, her expression has not changed, saying that she is proud is like accusing someone of a crime for no reason.

"Then what should I say?" She said mockingly.

What she should be like, what she should do, even she herself doesn't know.

An Xia shook her head: "You have to ask yourself that."

Looking at An Xia's calm expression, Han Xiaoxiao suddenly burst into anger in his heart: "Why are you so calm? Shouldn't you be panicking? I know you feel that you have a great chance and advantage, but we all understand , as long as grandpa doesn't agree for a day, you still don't have any chance, maybe just a party time can make those people change all their thoughts about you, even more jealous and disgusted than before."

An Xia tilted her head to look at her, seeming very puzzled: "So why are you panicking?"

Han Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, and seemed to realize that his behavior just now was indeed a bit extreme.

"You should wait on high, even if you don't do anything, but you have family background, beauty, a father who loves you, and a mother who cares for you, so why are you panicking?"

An Xia said lightly: "Compared to the current you, I like you when I first met. Now, you seem to have gradually lost that quality, which makes me feel very sorry."

Han Xiaoxiao's first reaction was that An Xia was irritating himself, and he frowned disdainfully: "I don't need your affirmation."

An Xia nodded: "Maybe, I can't stop a person from changing."

She looked up at the sky, gloomy, and breathed into her hands: "It seems that it will snow again soon, let's go in quickly."

"By the way, the manor here is beautiful. If you still want to go shopping for a while, I leave this umbrella to you." An Xia said.

There was a transparent umbrella on the wooden chair, which seemed to be brought out by An Xia just now.

Han Xiaoxiao cast her gaze over, she stood there, thought for a few seconds, and realized that An Xia had already gone far away.

She opened her mouth, wanting to make a sound, but she met a pair of extremely indifferent eyes, but when those eyes were looking at the people around her, they were so gentle that people could be addicted to them.

The feeling of being shaken in my heart at first clenched my fists again when I saw this scene.

She was right.

Grandpa said that you must use any means to get what you want. Now she just wants to get what belongs to her. She did nothing wrong!
"It's so cold outside, why did you go out?" Yu Chen gathered her clothes together, and walked inside holding her hand.

"I just want to go out to get some air. What about you, why didn't I see you so early in the morning?" An Xia said vaguely.

How could Yu Chen fail to see what An Xia was thinking, he just didn't point it out.

"Something went out for a while."

"Oh, where are the uncles and aunts inside?" The closer she walked, the more quiet the living room became.

Did all those people leave just now?

"Most of them are relatives who haven't been in touch for a long time. They came for one purpose, and that was to see grandpa, but grandpa hated dealing with these people, so he was sent away by my mother after returning in vain."

Although Mrs. Yu enjoys the feeling of standing at the pinnacle of power, he still hates these greedy faces.

Relying on their surname Yu, these people have a sense of superiority, but they don't know that in the eyes of Mr. Yu, these people are no different from those outside.

An Xia breathed a sigh of relief, it would be difficult for her to deal with so many people.

"Don't you want to know what we said just now?" An Xia was talking about her conversation with Han Xiaoxiao.

Yu Chen smiled faintly: "I don't want to."

"why?"

"Because I know you can't argue."

An Xia nodded in agreement: "Indeed, arguing takes so much effort."

The most important thing is that when they met, they were always calm, as warm as water, and no one wanted to quarrel.

Maybe they will never be able to quarrel one day?

The old lady was standing on the balcony.

A group of pigeons flew over sparsely.

The old lady spread out her palms, and the light yellow feed for pigeons lured the snow-white pigeons to come.

Several pigeons walked forward without fear of people.

It flew up with a flutter, lowered its head and pecked at the feed in the palm of the old man again and again.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of wind blew, and the pigeon flapped its wings and flew outside.

The pigeon's call is not pleasant, it is a little sharper than the regular bird, but it sounds very harsh.

She just stood there, watching the group of pigeons go away.

"grandmother!"

When the old lady turned her head, Zhou Yue was surprised.

When she went to the hospital last time, she originally wanted to visit the old man, but after only talking a few words, she came out early because the old lady was too tired.

She was also quite worried about the old lady's health, and now seeing the old man finally relieved a lot.

"Yueyue." The old lady smiled faintly, and looked behind her. There was a man in a suit standing there like a gentleman, as if he was listening to their conversation politely, without any illustrations.

Zhou Yue also noticed the old lady's gaze, turned her head and walked towards this side intimately holding Xia Zhiming's arm.

"This is your Prince Charming?" The old lady stood with a smile, leaning on a cane with both hands, and the breeze blew through her light silver hair, making her look a little more gentle.

Zhou Yue was taken aback when she heard Prince Charming: "Huh?"

"When you were young, you loved to listen to the stories of Snow White, and you always clamored to find your Prince Charming. Have you found it now?" The old lady looked at Zhou Yue with a smile, but her eyes seemed to see through everything.

Zhou Yue suddenly fell silent.

She has long forgotten what she said when she was a child, but she has never forgotten the yearning feeling when talking about fairy tales.

She used to think that she had found her own Prince Charming, however, her gaze gradually calmed down. There is no such thing as a Prince Charming in this world, and some are just deceitful and eccentric dog men.

Xia Zhiming took the initiative to introduce himself when Zhou Yue was in a daze: "Grandma, I am Xia Zhiming, Yueyue's...husband."

Zhou Yue came to her senses, leaned on Xia Zhiming's shoulder, and gently skipped the conversation, as if the old lady didn't ask anything just now.