After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

Song Jing pondered for a long time with the photos and paintings, but he really couldn't remember anything.

Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock at home, Song Jing got up and put the photo album back, then extinguished the fire in the stove, put the teacup and teapot on the tray, and prepared to take them to the kitchen for cleaning before leaving.

Song Jing opened the sliding door of the tea room, and the old butler was waiting outside wearing a long down jacket.

"Grandpa housekeeper, have you been waiting outside?"

"No, I saw that it was almost time, so I came here to take a look." The old butler took the tray in Song Jing's hand, smiled and asked kindly, "Miss Song, are you planning to leave?"

"Yes." Song Jing nodded, "I promised Grandpa Han and Grandma Han that I will go back tonight."

"Then I'll ask the driver to drive the car to the gate and wait for you. It's snowing heavily tonight, so Ms. Song should wear thick clothes to avoid catching a cold."

"Thank you, grandpa housekeeper."

Song Jing turned around and picked up his bag and went to the gate of the old house. The driver had already driven and waited outside the gate.

When Song Jing got into the car, the driver should have listened to the old butler's instructions and knew the destination.

After Song Jing got into the car, the driver just drove out quietly.

Song Jing leaned on the back seat, compared to the messy and confused thoughts at the beginning, he is much calmer now.

Everything Shi Yan did was to protect her, and logically speaking, she should be moved.

But Song Jing is suppressing all his emotions now, he just wants to catch Shi Yan, don't ask anything, and let's beat him up first!

Bastard, stab a knife in her heart, let her watch him die because of her, make her life worse than death, even a violent beating is light!

The driver felt that the air in the car suddenly became cold, and looked at the heater in the car suspiciously. It was quite warm in the [-]s, and the windows were closed and not opened. Why did he suddenly feel very cold? Woolen cloth?

Song Jing returned to Grandpa Han's residence and unlocked the door with Cai Lu's fingerprints.

I lowered my voice so as not to disturb the two elderly people resting.

Opening the door, the TV in the living room was still on. Hearing the sound from the entrance, the two elderly people came over.

Song Jing was stunned when he changed his shoes, "Grandpa, grandma, you haven't rested yet?" Song Jing said and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already one o'clock.

The work and rest time of the elderly is very regular, and they usually go to bed at eight or nine o'clock.

Song Jing thought that they must have fallen asleep when they came back, but he didn't expect the two old people to stay up until one o'clock in the morning waiting for her to come back.

If she delays some more time, will the two old people have to wait longer?

Song Jing blamed himself a little.

"Xiao Jing, it's so windy and snowy outside, isn't it cold?" Xin Rong quickly handed Song Jing a new warm towel, "You first wipe off the snow on your hair and clothes, and grandma will give it to you." You boil a bowl of sugar water to warm your body."

"Grandma, it's so late, don't be busy."

"It's okay. I'm happy that grandma is so busy." Xin Rong went to the kitchen with a smile.

Song Jing wiped the snow on her body, and then wiped her hair with a towel. Han Xingxiu picked up the backpack she had thrown at the entrance and hung it to the side. He asked concerned, "Is everything going well?"

"Yeah." Song Jingjing nodded, put on his slippers and entered the room, the night channel was on the TV, books and old reading glasses were placed on the sofa, and there was a ball of knitting wool.

"Your grandma will knit a sweater for you again." Han Xingxiu noticed that Song Jing's eyes fell on the sweater, and he stepped forward to pick it up with a smile, "It's just about to finish knitting, come here, I'll give you a comparison to see if the size and length are suitable." Not suitable."

Song Jing's mood today was ups and downs, and his eyes were sore from the sweater, and his eyes were red.

Xin Rong came out with sugar water and saw them comparing sweaters, so she also came over, "Do you like the style?"

Song Jing nodded, "Grandma, you usually have to take care of the design of the studio. You are already busy, so don't bother knitting sweaters for me."

"What's the matter, grandma likes it." Xin Rong took the sweater from his wife and compared it to Song Jing, "Yeah, the size is just right."

"Thank you grandma, thank you grandpa."

"You girl, why are you still crying?" Xin Rong was worried, and pulled Song Jing into her arms, "You came back just now, I think your face is not right. Did you go out tonight and be wronged?"

"No." Song Jing shook his head, not wanting the two old people to worry, "My parents died when I was a few years old. I have been living with my grandfather, and then my grandfather passed away. I just saw you treat me like this, I feel touched, and I am afraid that I am not worthy of your care."

"Silly girl." Xin Rong patted Song Jing on the back kindly, "Grandpa and grandma are not fools, they have lived a lifetime to see people with eyes. If we treat you well, it means you are worth it. Go drink sugar water , take a good hot bath after drinking, and sleep well, tomorrow will definitely be a fine weather."

"Ah."

Song Jing sat down at the dining table, ate the sugar water under the caring eyes of the two elders, and was rushed to take a hot bath.

After washing up, the three of them said good night to each other before returning to their bedrooms.

After entering the bedroom, Xin Rong said in a low voice: "My wife, you can ask Lao Shi tomorrow to see if Xiao Jing has a conflict with Ah Yan."

"Xiaojing is such a good girl, she can't be bullied by Ah Yan."

"Okay." Han Xingxiu nodded in response, smiled and rubbed Xin Rong's shoulders, "You worked hard today, preparing such a large table of dishes."

"It's not hard, I'm glad I'm so busy." Xin Rong sighed, "Hey, it would be great if Xiaojing was our granddaughter."

"It doesn't matter if she is a granddaughter or not. We see that Xiaojing has eyes, so we can treat her like a granddaughter."

Xin Rong glanced at her wife, "I'm not afraid that Xiao Jing will think we are too nagging."

"No. Go to sleep, it's really late."

Song Jing woke up early the next morning, she didn't know how to cook, but she was going to go out to buy some breakfast and come back to have breakfast with the two elderly people, but when she washed up and left the bedroom, Xin Rong had already put the fried eggs on the table.

"Xiaojing, you woke up just in time and have breakfast."

Han Xingxiu put down the watering can for watering the flowers, went to the kitchen and brought out noodles.

"Xiao Jing, there are both fried eggs and fried eggs. You can see what flavor you like. The beef was pressured in a pressure cooker yesterday. It is very soft and sticky. Eat it quickly." Xin Rong wiped the water on her hands and greeted Song Jing sat down at the table.

"Grandma, you have prepared so much, you should get up early." Song Jing was heart-warming but also couldn't bear it. After all, the two old people stayed up until after two o'clock last night to wait for her.

"As you get older, you will be less sleepy. Grandma will be happy if you finish eating."

Song Jing nodded obediently, "Grandma's food is delicious, I will definitely finish it."

Song Jing really ate a large bowl of noodles, including all the fried eggs and the big chunks of stewed beef in the bowl.

Like all elders, the two old people like to watch the children at home eat big mouthfuls. It is best that the children in the family can be rice buckets.

Xin Rong watched Song Jing eat everything, and the smile on his face never disappeared, "Xiao Jing, what do you want for lunch? Grandma will make it for you."

Song Jing wiped his mouth and replied obediently, "Grandma, I'm going to school today, and I have other things to do. I'll come back to see you and grandpa next time."

Han Xingxiu smiled and said, "You are busy with your work, and come home when you are done."

Song Jing nodded, "Okay."