The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

The next day, Xiao Yan and Song Jing went to the Song family's old house early to report.

The Song family's old house is far less magnificent than Xiao Yan imagined, it is only a little bigger than where they live now, and it has a small garden.The appearance is just like the long history of the Song family, like an old man, old and heavy, full of sense of age, if it is not from the hands of a famous design master, and it is a good-looking old man with neighbors The buildings are uniformly divided into unique scenery with historical color, which can be regarded as the highlight of the scenery in the middle of the city. It is estimated that it has long been a nail house on the road of construction, development and demolition.

The inside of the house has been redecorated. Although Mrs. Song hasn't come back for many years, she has hired someone to clean it regularly, and it won't prevent people from accumulating dust. A few days ago, Special Assistant Shen also contacted the housekeeping company to clean it up. Once again, the small garden has also been carefully pruned, but it is winter now, the yellow lawn is covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the flowers in the garden are all dead, leaving only a few evergreen trees.

Xiao Yan wore a furry woolen hat and a thick down jacket. In Qiao Zhiyuan's words, he was round and round, as if he was pregnant. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw the small curly hair in front of the evergreen tree. The old grandmother, wearing a cool red cloak, holding a piggy-shaped electric heater in her hands, and a blanket on her legs, sat in a wheelchair and stared at him intently.

Xiao Yan hurriedly stood at attention and said in a confident voice, "Good morning, Grandma!"

Mrs. Song went to bed early last night, so she naturally didn't know about Song's parents and Song's mother coming back. As for Song's father and Song's mother who slept too late yesterday, she hasn't woken up yet. Not to mention forever being inseparable, so Mrs. Song pushed a wheelchair and strolled outside early in the morning, admiring the trees when there were no flowers to enjoy.

Since she is getting old, she loves to see these youthful, energetic and energetic young people. When she sees Xiao Yan, she likes it very much. Xiao Jing's friend?"

It's no wonder that Mrs. Song asked such a question too much, after all, Xiao Yan looks like a student, and it feels quite bad to stand with his grandson.

Xiao Yan subconsciously went to look at Lao Song, Song Jing gave him an encouraging look, and pushed Mrs. Song into the door, Xiao Yan got Lao Song's affirmation, quickly walked a few steps to keep up, and touched Lao Song a little nervously After calming down, he stammered, "Yes, it's my boyfriend."

Mrs. Song stood up from the wheelchair with a hush!

Xiao Yan was taken aback, and tightened Song Jing's coat helplessly: "It's over, it's over, it's over, I'll leave your grandma so angry!"

Old Mrs. Song slammed the crutch in her hand twice angrily: "I can stand up! I'm usually too lazy to walk!"

Xiao Yan looked confused: "How lazy that must be..."

Mrs. Song: "..."

As soon as we met, I was bullied. Mrs. Song didn't care whether it was intentional or not. Anyway, she was not a vegetarian, so she quickly started the mode of finding faults. "I haven't taken off my coat yet. Don’t be afraid of the heat, you dress like an old man at a young age, so you can’t help but get cold.”

Xiao Yan stripped off his clothes and hat, wishing he could tear them up on the spot, Song Jing held back a smile and helped him hang up the clothes and hat, after stripping, Xiao Yan sat upright on the chair and behaved himself Put it on your knees neatly, cute.jpg.

"Why are you looking at me? Don't you have breakfast?" Mrs. Song said she was thirsty and took a sip from her teacup, "I know young people like you don't have the habit of eating breakfast. I still love to stay in bed and not get up, and eat lunch when I wake up, and now I can sleep comfortably and happily without breakfast, and you will suffer when you get old."

Xiao Yan couldn't tell because he was suffering, so he had to bury his head in his food. He felt that Mrs. Song was very much like the nanny who taught the rules in the palace before.

Song Jing served him porridge and explained to him: "Xiao Yan goes to school very early every day, and he always eats breakfast."

"Isn't it only now that I eat it? I finished it early in the morning." The old lady Song put the teacup away, and she knew that Xiao Yan was still young, and asked again: "Which school do you study in?"

Xiao Yan swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and honestly reported the full name of the school.

Mrs. Song thought about it for a while, and frowned: "It seems that I have never heard of such a university, undergraduate or junior college?"

Xiao Yan said: "High school."

"..." Mrs. Song looked at Song Jing in shock, but said nothing.

She knew that all the descendants of the Song family were quite capable, but she never expected that her eldest grandson would extend his claws to the little saplings of the motherland so silently!

Sure, she's more capable than their old man. She was only a freshman when she fell in love with Mr. Song by chance, and Mr. Song was already an uncle.

It seems that everything has to start with the doll.

Song Jing calmly accepted Mrs. Song's surprised gaze, as a tacit consent, watching Xiao Yan finish his porridge and filled another bowl for him.

Mrs. Song immediately cleared her throat: "You're only in high school, why don't you study hard, what are you learning about puppy love!"

The little boy has a good eye.

Song Jing raised her eyebrows and served a bowl of porridge for Mrs. Song. She was satisfied, and she forgot about the fact that she had finished her breakfast.

Although Lao Song usually served him meals and vegetables, Xiao Yan suddenly felt very embarrassed in front of his elders, and his face blushed so much that he almost buried his face in the bowl.

"Eat slowly, wait until you have chewed thoroughly before swallowing, and no one will grab you here." Mrs. Song saw that his two cheeks were bulging like a little hamster, and felt that he was delicious just by looking at it. The old lady smiled and drank another bowl of porridge.

So, when Song's mother went downstairs with a tired face, she saw her eldest son sitting with Mrs. Song with Xiao Yan, having breakfast.

Laughter, fun, great atmosphere.

Song Ma: "..."

It may just happen to confirm the old saying:

Why does grandma like granddaughter-in-law so much?Because the enemy of your enemy is your friend!

Song's mother tossed and turned last night. She was in a mess, and when she got up in the morning, she was caught off guard and found that Mrs. Song had defected, and her face became even uglier. "Son, Xiao Yan, you are here."

Xiao Yan put down the spoon in his hand, "Good morning, Auntie!"

Song Ma nodded her head in agreement, "It's okay, you can continue to eat, Song Jing, come here, I have something to tell you."

The happy dining atmosphere was interrupted just like that. Mrs. Song had quite an appetite, but now she couldn't even eat the last few spoonfuls. She wiped her mouth gracefully and raised her eyelids: "If you want to say something, you have to wait The eldest grandson has finished his breakfast, this porridge is good, come over to have a bowl when you just wake up."

Song's mother had no appetite, she frowned, "Mom, I can't eat."

This is very embarrassing.

The old lady Song immediately lost her temper, and looked at Song's father who was going downstairs behind Song's mother, "Son, I also have something to talk to you about!"

After finishing speaking, I exchanged glances with Mama Song, if you look for your son, then I will look for my son!

Father Song who lay innocently lying on the gun: "..."

He was actually a little hungry and wanted to have breakfast.