Try changing my plan again?

▍There is a feeling of a little daughter-in-law entering the house for the first time...

Ruan Mian brought a converter with her before she came, took the computer and connected it to the TV in the living room, set up the booth and started talking about the plan.

Jiang Song said that his grandma might not be easy to deal with, and Ruan Mian had already made mental preparations. As an initial plan, it was more elaborate than the previous deepening plan.

But I didn't expect that only the designer couldn't think of it, and there was nothing that Party A's father couldn't get tangled up, no, Party A's grandma.

The grandparents and grandchildren plus the head nanny, several people sat neatly on the sofa, either examining or thinking, their eyes moving left and right following the direction of the tall man in front of the TV, nodding subconsciously from time to time, or He frowned slightly and asked some questions.

Only Jiang Song seemed to stay out of the matter, holding his head, his eyes were idle and he didn't know where he was.

When the renderings were finally released, Ruan Mian knew that he had basically successfully resolved a family crisis. Although almost half of the things needed to be changed, he was satisfied. At least the strategy was correct. minimum consensus.

It's just that he didn't let go of his breath, and soon fell into the next vortex.

Grandma Jiang's face sank like water, "Overall, it's okay, but I almost feel it, let's change it."

She didn't know what was wrong, and she couldn't explain clearly, she just frowned and emphasized that she almost felt it.

what does it feel like?An invisible and intangible thing that only exists in human consciousness. A hundred people have a hundred styles, which is more mysterious than metaphysics.

It is estimated that the only way to find a psychic can be broken.

Therefore, "almost feeling" can definitely sit on the top spot of the designer's most crumbling golden sentence together with "use the first version".

Ruan Mian suppressed the emotional turmoil as if the turbid waves were emptying, lowered her head forbearance, and squeezed out a smile, "Okay."

what can he doThis is Jiang Song's grandma.

In addition, there is another tug-of-war in the small family, and the old couple quarreled again over the proportion of their favorite styles.

Literally awkward, really noisy.

Grandma Jiang didn't say a word, she just sat there in aloofness, quietly watching Grandpa Jiang present the facts and reason.

The old man made her look less and less confident, his eyes were dodging, and he was still trying to argue with his mouth, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally tended to mutter.

Listen carefully, there is still a little grievance and unwillingness.

In spite of his busy schedule, he was still making tea for the hard-working Ruan.

Seeing that Ruan Mian pursed his lips slightly, staring at the tea set with an extremely tangled expression, as if he was about to be forced to cry by the expensive pot of Yuqianbake, Jiang Song turned his head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, got up and walked to the kitchen, without a word Yes, and walked out with a glass cup.

He handed the juice to Ruan Mian, "I added honey, three spoonfuls."

Ruan Mian took the cup with tears in her eyes, her fingers trembling with gratitude, "...benefactor!"

Jiang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, "Your expression looks like you want to make a promise with your body."

Ruan Mian took a sip of the sweet fruit juice, feeling refreshed physically and mentally, "Would it be helpful to show your body?"

Jiang Song, "It works."

"Promise me to eat and drink spicy food for the rest of my life?"

"of course."

Ruan Mian twitched her lips, thinking that this man looked dignified, and he opened his mouth full of flirtatious words.

The old couple are still confronting each other. Basically, if Mr. Jiang said ten sentences, Grandma Jiang would respond with one simple and clear word, "No."

A long sentence also appeared once, "No, I have accommodated you for so many years."

Jiang Yuan was sitting alone on the single sofa a little far away, feeling a little impatient listening, and slapped his thigh and came up with a wild idea, "Anyway, there are many rooms, why don't you two sleep in separate rooms."

As soon as the words came out, the air was suddenly quiet for three seconds.

Grandma Jiang glanced back at her gloomyly, and Grandpa Jiang almost blurted out in the next instant, "That can't be done!"

He realized that he had lost his reserve in his quick answer, and immediately added, "I still have to take care of her."

Director Jiang of the demolition office resolutely demolished Taiyi to the end, "Oh... so many nannies, I don't see what you are going to do?"

"..."

Grandpa Jiang held back, hesitant to speak a few times, and veins appeared on his neck, before he squeezed out a sentence, "Jiang Yuan, didn't you come to get something? Why don't you leave after you're done!"

Jiang Yuan turned a deaf ear, nestled on the sofa calmly, looked at the sky and licked his ears, "I'll wait for dinner."

Ruan Mian was left to wait for dinner together in a daze, the time was either early or late, and there was still a while before the meal, he was idle and bored, eating cucumbers that Mr. Jiang himself planted, squatting by the small pond in the yard Watch koi.

The chubby cucumber looks attractive, but it makes your teeth crisp when you eat it.

Jiang Song leaned against the door to smoke, and the setting sun fell faintly around him, lengthening the shadow behind him.

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat it, it's very astringent."

Ruan Mian shook her head, "It's much better than drinking tea."

Jiang Song walked up to Ruan Mian, bent down, brushed his cool fingertips over his lips, grabbed the cucumber, and threw it into the trash can beside him, "Change the design according to grandma's instructions, grandpa can't hold her back .”

After chewing the last bite, Ruan Mian grabbed a handful of fish food and sprinkled it in the pool, "Grandpa came to me secretly just now... He said he has such a good relationship with me, can you replace the porch cabinet with that one?" Chinese carved..."

Jiang Song, "It's useless, I have to change it back in the end."

"The relationship between them is really good." Ruan Mian paused, "It would be even better if someone could tell me how it almost feels."

The fish in the pond gathered together, one by one sticking their heads out to fight for fish food, and the small circular water waves quickly spread out in circles, which was very lively.

Ruan Mian poked the water surface with her index finger, causing them to scatter.

A huge Arowana was frightened, and unwillingly circled around in a figure-eight shape, then returned to its original spot, flipped its tail back, and slapped the damned human with water in the face.

Ruan Mian shrank her neck from the splash, squeezed her eyes hard, and wiped her face expressionlessly after a long time.

"Jiang Song, the carp seems to have become a spirit."

"Why don't you ask me what I want to eat today?" Ruan Mian silently pointed to the culprit who had traveled far away, "I like braised food."

Jiang Song was noncommittal, "The old man worked hard to raise seven or eight, and there is only one survivor left."

Ruan Mian, "Then steam it, the original taste, and die well."

"Let's go back to eat." Jiang Song smiled, and very naturally passed his hand in front of Ruan Mian, intending to help him up, but Ruan Mian grabbed him and stood up without thinking.

That hand was thin and strong, with a warm palm, and he let it go only after he stood firmly.

Ruan Mian squatted for a long time, her eyes were a little dark, she shook her head left and right, and it took a long time to recover.

Doesn't the prince dislike physical contact with people?

The Jiang family didn’t seem to care much about who was in charge, the table was in a mess, the old man stuck to the old lady, Ruan Mian was next to Jiang Song, only Jiang Yuan was sitting at the end of the table, with his bare left foot on the edge of the chair, leaning He leaned forward and supported the table with his right elbow, his posture was wild and unrestrained.

Mr. Jiang couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he bent his index finger and knocked on the table, "Jiang Yuan, there are guests at home, so why don't you just sit like this? If your father sees you, he will beat you to death."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand indifferently, "Xiao Ruan is not an outsider, and he is also relative in the next generation. Isn't it rare for grandpa to be at ease, as long as you don't smoke me."

Grandpa Jiang gave her a gouged look, as if he was still immersed in the little awkwardness with Grandma Jiang just now, but when he saw his old woman moving slowly and eating little and carefully, he couldn't help but put on a straight face to serve her food.

Grandma Jiang's face remained calm, she didn't even look at the old man, but still silently took all the dishes that were on the menu.

Ruan Mian stared at the old couple while eating.

Sometimes the most touching thing is not necessarily those earth-shattering you and me. The company and staying together for a long time are the most rare. Even if there are occasional bumps, it is just a seasoning in life, which is harmless.

In the depths of love, hormones can always easily conquer reason, open your mouth and have a lifetime, but the real lifetime can only be counted when two people are dying together.

Compared with Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who are in love to death, he thinks the old couple walking hand in hand in the sunset is more enviable.

Grandpa Jiang made him look full of doubts, thinking that little brother Ruan felt that he was favoring one another, so he hurriedly changed the serving chopsticks to him, but he didn't expect that just after putting it into the bowl, Jiang Song intervened and took away the bright color carrot with a bite.

Grandpa Jiang became angry, "Why are you snatching someone's bowl?! Such a big plate is not enough for you!?"

Jiang Song said lightly, "He doesn't like to eat this."

Grandpa Jiang snorted coldly with disdain, "How do you know that people don't like it!? Did Xiao Ruan say he doesn't like it?"

Jiang Song didn't answer, his eyes fell on Ruan Mian casually, as if he was looking for affirmation.

The person involved looked at Grandpa Jiang, then at Jiang Song, and finally at the plate of carrots, "...I am, do you like it or not?"

Jiang Yuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said a meaningful "Huh?", and looked Jiang Song up and down with a smile, "What's wrong with you, little brother? You've been very careful recently."

Jiang Song nonchalantly picked up a piece of honey beef for Ruan Mian, "When he ordered Yangzhou fried rice, he had to pick out the carrots and eat it for more than an hour."

Ruan Mian, "..."

I can't eat this meal.

Grandpa Jiang was too lazy to talk to him, and yelled at Ruan Mian to eat more of what he liked, "Our family Jiang Song has been indifferent since he was a child, and it is rare to have a good friend. It is not easy for a young man to work hard in Beijing. He often comes to play. You make tea and drink."

Ruan Mian was so hung up that she didn't choke, she replied tragically, "Yes, come."

Grandpa Jiang was satisfied, and pointed at Jiang Song again, "Why don't you eat the casserole porridge you insist on?"

"Well, eat." Jiang Song gave himself a spoonful, picked up the empty bowl in front of Ruan Mian, and deliberately picked a few more scallops and put them in.

Seafood porridge casserole, Ruan Mian's favorite.

He sneaked a glance at Jiang Song. The latter lowered his eyes, put down the spoon with a calm expression, and peeled an orange leisurely, probably because he was full.

It's weird to say, Ruan Mian always vaguely feels that she... feels like a little daughter-in-law entering the house for the first time.

"If you don't eat or sleep, can't you be quiet for a while?" Grandma Jiang frowned slightly, and pushed the nanny's warm wine towards Grandpa Jiang, trying to shut his mouth.

Grandpa Jiang scratched his nose embarrassingly, "If you don't say it, you won't say it... By the way, Xiao Ruan, is it convenient for you to come with us to Qingdu Bieyuan recently? I haven't seen it since I bought it."

Ruan Mian secretly slandered that rich people buy houses like they buy vegetables, which is really sloppy.

He thought for a while and said, "Is this Friday okay?"

Jiang Song suddenly said, "I have something to do on Friday morning, let's go in the afternoon."

Ruan Mian paused, leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice, "There's no need to call out the big family every time... You're busy with your work, I'm very professional and won't cheat people."

Jiang Song didn't know what to say to him anymore, so he found a reason to prevaricate, "I'm afraid you will be nervous alone."

Ruan Mian, "???"

He is an old soup designer who has been working for many years, and his face is comparable to titanium alloy. What is this person talking about?

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