Substitute for the little ancestor

"interesting."

The man at the other end of the screen sat on the sofa, resting his hand on his chin, thinking about Ruan Tong in the photo.

The playful arc on the corner of the mouth is full of dignity.

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By the time we got downstairs, the rain had stopped.

Occasionally, one or two raindrops will still fall on the tip of the nose.

Ruan Tong's identity is now almost unknown in the Si family.

They bowed respectfully to Ruan Tong.

It made Ruan Tong uncomfortable.

She nodded her head and responded one by one, the smile on her face almost froze.

"Mrs. Si, please come here and take the exclusive elevator."

Not far away, a well-mannered man wearing golden glasses said to Ruan Tong respectfully.

Ruan Tong nodded slightly: "Okay."

She had seen this person before, the manager who appeared in Si Chenmo's office last time.

As expected of an exclusive elevator, the facilities inside are more expensive than ordinary elevators.

Finally escaped those gazes.

Ruan Tong let out a breath.

He knocked on the door symbolically, and a magnetic and familiar male voice came from inside: "Come in."

Opening the door, Si Chenmo was still busy at the computer desk.

Ruan Tong put the rice on the coffee table and looked at the water in the teapot by the way.

"The seafood stewed rice I made for you today, and there are a few more dishes."

Si Chenmo raised his head, his tired eyes relaxed a lot the moment he saw Ruan Tong.

The corners of his lips curled into an obvious arc: "Why are you here at this time, it just finished raining, and it's too cold."

Ruan Tong poured the tea, and the cup was covered with mist by the rising mist.

She focused on unpacking the lunch box: "It's because of the cold weather that I have to come here."

After finishing the actions in his hands, Ruan Tong picked up the bag that was placed on the sofa just now.

She took out a coat of Si Chenmo's inside, and she looked at Si Chenmo: "You also know that the weather is cold, so you still wear it so thin when you go out."

There was some slight reproach in his tone.

Si Chenmo walked in front of Ruan Tong, with a wider smile on his face, he sat down and hugged her: "My wife is still caring."

The small talk was terminated by a knock on the door.

Si Chenmo's smile faded, and his voice sank a bit: "Come in."

"Director, this is today's weekly magazine."

Si Chenmo nodded and said, "Let it go."

The secretary didn't forget to take another look at the two of them before going out.

With such a pretty face, it's no wonder Si Chenmo likes it so much.

After eating, Si Chenmo took out a document from the drawer.

"These are the colleges I've looked at recently, let's see if there is anything you like."

Ruan Tong took it apart and looked at it.

It can be seen that Si Chenmo chose carefully.

Knowing that Ruan Tong pays attention to the outside world, no matter which school is here, the reputation outside is first-class.

And even the construction of the school is hard to fault.

Ruan Tong looked at it for a while, not because he couldn't pick it out, but because he was at a loss.

She asked Si Chenmo: "I'm already in my junior year. Is it realistic to still do this?"

Si Chenmo patted her on the head: "Then what does not match, as long as you like."

Ruan Tong lowered his eyelashes.

Unable to see what she was thinking, Si Chenmo had no choice but to comfort her: "Didn't that friend of yours also change schools at this time?"

Ruan Tong was silent for a while.

Just as he was about to speak, Si Chenmo blocked him back: "Let's make it clear first, you are not allowed to go abroad."

Ruan Tong lowered his head and smiled and gave Si Chenmo a look: "No way, how could I go abroad."

"Grandma Yun and you are here. My home is here. Where can I go?"

Feeling the tight embrace on his body, Si Chenmo hugged Ruan Tong, put his chin on her head and said softly, "That's good."

Let him hug him for a long time, until his arms were a little sore, Ruan Tong raised his head and asked him: "By the way, we haven't visited Grandpa's side yet."

"Miss grandpa?"

Ruan Tong hummed: "I want to know how grandpa is doing, after all, he has been abroad for a long time."

Si Chenmo rubbed Ruan Tong's hair with his fingertips: "Grandpa has recovered very well recently, and he is in a good mood."

"That's good."

In fact, what Ruan Tong wants to say is, can he go abroad to see the old man and Aoki during the holidays.

But she endured it anyway, she couldn't share anything for Si Chenmo, so it's better to make less trouble for now.

Ruan Tong told Si Chenmo that the school matter should be put on hold for a while.

After all, it was the dream I had been insisting on since I was young, even though there was only disappointment left in my heart.

But she still has Ji Ziyang and Bai Junyao.

Perhaps this is the only fetter that keeps her staying here.

In the afternoon, in order to make up for yesterday's missed appointment, Wan Shuhe invited Ji Ziyang to a famous local hotel for a meal.

Although Ji Ziyang said that he didn't need to spend such money, he was very happy to be able to 'date' with Wan Shuhe again.

He changed his sports car to another one. Last time Wan Shuhe said that his car was too bright, and only children would choose to exaggerate like this.

So Ji Ziyang has been looking for someone to help him choose a car for several days in a row.

Finally, a low-key yet solemn silver-black cool sports car was selected.

Wan Shuhe almost didn't recognize him when he came downstairs.

"Hey, this car looks good today!"

Rich people, no one would dislike rewarding cars.

Instead, she met Wan Shuhe's gaze, and she even praised her in an old Beijing accent.

Ji Ziyang smiled triumphantly: "It's not bad, sir, my vision is all right."

The rare Wan Shuhe had a bright smile on his face, and she asked him: "What do you want to eat today, just pick it when you get there."

Wan Shuhe gives people a gentle feeling, but there is still a sense of open-mindedness of a northern woman in his bones.

The moment she reached out to hold the sunglasses, her rosy lips curved upwards.

With every gesture, there is a feeling of a sister next door and a taste of a mature woman.

Ji Ziyang was simply fascinated to death.

The phone rang while parking.

Ji Ziyang is more concerned about who is calling her than Wan Shuhe.

Wan Shuhe was almost frightened when he came to her side.

"It's not that kind of departure, is it?"

Ji Ziyang stared at Wan Shuhe's screen closely, Wan Shuhe frowned slightly, and she pushed Ji Ziyang: "Little friend, it's impolite to look at someone's mobile phone without others' consent."

"I'm not a kid."

The name of the address book, Ji Ziyang, saw that it was Hui Yingzi.

He relaxed a little bit in his heart, and a little arrogantly distanced himself from Wan Shuhe, scratched his ears and said lazily, "I'm not a child."

I don't know what the person on the phone said to Wan Shuhe, but she looked at her watch frequently.

The soft face just now showed a bit of tension.

A trace of uneasiness rose from the bottom of Ji Ziyang's heart, no way, is he going to be released again?

Thinking this way in his heart, Ji Ziyang raised his head and looked at the hotel in front of him.