Chasing his wife at the crematorium, aloof CEO Lu licks the dog

I got out of the car and packed my clothes, and when I looked around, I saw an antique mansion. At first glance, the style of this house looks a bit like the mansion of a wealthy family in ancient times. There is a real plaque hanging above the magnificent wooden door, with two large gilded characters written on the plaque, Jingyuan.

Looking at the somewhat exaggerated gate in front of her, Yang Xueer wondered for a second whether she had traveled through time. She really didn't expect that in the 21st century, there would still be people living in such a house?

Looking at the two copper rings on the door handle, she fell into deep thought. Didn't the Ji family, a big family, even have a doorbell? Could it be that this copper ring acts as a doorbell?

"Forget it, everyone has their own preferences for radishes and vegetables, that's normal." She swallowed and did some mental preparation. She straightened her hair and made sure there was no problem. She put her hand on the copper ring and knocked it down. .

As her fingers touched, the expected knocking sound did not come. Instead, the little lion head on the copper ring made a very funny sound, "Someone is coming, someone is coming."

Without any mental preparation, Yang Xueer was really startled by the sudden voice. When she reacted, the door had already been opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair. When he saw her, he nodded slightly and asked, "Is this Miss Yang?"

She hadn't fully accepted the unique doorbell design just now, and now there was an old uncle who looked a little serious. She didn't know what to call him yet, but she heard a female voice coming from far away, "Is Xue'er here? Come in quickly, come in quickly."

The voice sounded familiar. Yang Xueer guessed it was Ji Muqing's mother. The old man who was standing in front of him quickly moved out of the way when he heard the voice. Only then did he see Ji's mother running towards her, followed by a graceful man. middle-aged man.

"Hello, Auntie." Yang Xueer greeted Ji's mother very politely. Ji's mother stepped forward and took her hand. The love in her eyes was not concealed, and her tone was slightly complaining, "You kid, you have to let the driver I’ll pick you up, it’s hard to find here.”

Ji's mother was so enthusiastic. Even though Yang Xueer had some slight social anxiety, she was cured instantly. She handed the carnations in her arms to Ji's mother and said with a smile, "Auntie, I don't know either." What do you like, I bought a bouquet of flowers for you, I hope you like it."

Ji's mother was so happy that she held Yang Xueer's hand and couldn't get enough of it. "I like it. Auntie likes it very much. You kid, you can come as soon as you come. Why do you bring something with you?"

Seeing Ji's mother complaining, but actually looking so happy that she couldn't put it down, Yang Xueer suddenly thought of her mother. Her mother was like this. She was always duplicitous and disliked you for buying this or that, but she was always proud to say it to everyone she met. How good her daughter was to her. She didn't meet Ji's mother many times, but the feeling this aunt gave her was not the superficial kind of false politeness, but a very real sense of intimacy.

"As long as you like it."

Ji's father, who was aside, looked at his wife anxiously. He had been looking at his wife for a long time, only focusing on her own happiness and not introducing himself to the girl. He curled his lips, tugged on Ji's mother's sleeves, and said plaintively, "Honey, stop standing at the door. Let the children go in quickly."

Only then did Ji's mother realize that the group of people were still standing at the gate. She patted her head and was very embarrassed. "Look at my brain. I forget everything when I'm happy. Come on, let's go in."

After Ji's mother finished speaking, she took Yang Xue'er's hand and walked inside. After walking a few steps, she thought of something. She turned her head to look at the gray-haired old uncle and ordered: "Housekeeper Zhao, go to the kitchen and take a look at the dishes." No, try to be as quick as possible."

"Good lady."

Butler Zhao responded and left. Ji's father followed behind like a pitiful little wretch, watching his wife pull Yang Xueer away without even giving him a look.

While following Ji's mother's footsteps and looking at the surrounding scenery, Yang Xueer really felt like she was Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden and had never seen anything.

What they were walking on now was a path paved with bluestone slabs. The gaps between each slab were very clean, with no trace of dust visible. The stone road is lined with green lawns, rockeries, artificial lakes, and various flowers.

Passing through a hollowed-out carved stone arch, she saw a white two-story small foreign-style building. This small building was a European-style building, which was incompatible with the simple style in front of it.

Green ivy climbs all over the walls, and the emerald green leaves shine under the sun. In front of the small building is a huge open-air swimming pool. The water is extremely clear and clean, without even a trace of impurities.

Only then did Yang Xueer deeply understand what it means to be a real rich person. It is exactly the same as what was shown on TV. Only you can't imagine it, and there is nothing that others can't do.

"Girl, do you think the decoration style of our home is very confusing?" Ji's father couldn't get in the conversation. After thinking for a long time, he finally found a topic and hurriedly chatted with Yang Xueer, "I like Suzhou garden style, and your aunt likes European architecture. We No one could convince anyone, and in the end I had no choice but to build the courtyard into a combination of Chinese and Western styles.”

Yang Xueer looked back at Ji's father and smiled politely, "I think it's good not having an uncle. The most difficult thing in life is to live the way you like, but you and Auntie did it. I'm really envious."

Her words came from her heart's envy and did not contain any compliment. When she first came in, she heard Ji's father calling Ji's mother his wife. The person calling was very natural, and the person being called didn't feel out of place at all.

At their age, they can express their love openly in public, which is a very enviable thing in itself. Looking back, it seems that her parents always addressed each other by their first names.

Now that she heard that they built the house like this in order to accommodate each other's preferences, she admired this view of love even more.

As long as you live well, live happily, and the people you love are happy, it doesn't matter what others think.

After hearing Yang Xueer's words, Ji's mother and Ji's father looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled with love.

"I invited you here today with your aunt. The main reason is to get to know you formally. After the last banquet, your aunt talked about you every day, which made my ears prick. When I saw you today, it was just like what your aunt said. It's adorable." Ji's father led Yang Xueer to sit on the sofa and said to her with a smile.

The two ladies had been ignoring his presence just now, and Ji's father had nowhere to say what he had been holding back. Now that he had the opportunity, he could finally vent his anger.

Suddenly being praised, Yang Xueer was worried about how to answer the question. Ji's mother came to her aid and peeled an orange for her to eat while talking, "Needless to say, I liked this girl the first time I saw her. Hurry up. Come on, stop sitting around and eat some fruit."