gentle fall

There was a strong smell of wine in the air, and the floor of the living room was full of empty wine bottles. One bottle was held upside down, and the last few drops of crystal clear wine dripped down along the mouth of the bottle.

The housekeeper didn't dare to go to sleep, and stayed by his side, seeing that the two old gentlemen were drunk, and their silver hair would turn gray tomorrow, but they still wanted to compete for the spirit of the year, and insisted on competing.

In the end, the husband was all drunk, but old Mr. Ji had the upper hand, his eyes were still very clear-eyed, he stood up and trimmed his silver hair, adjusted the corners of his clothes, with a correct posture and strong steps, and went upstairs.

In fact, Ji Yue was also somewhat drunk.But after all, he is a person who has honed himself on the battlefield for many years. He has extremely strong self-control. Even when he is drunk, he refuses to reveal the slightest trace. His back is still as straight as a green pine.

He walked towards the guest room, stood at the door of a guest room, paused, raised his hand to knock on the door, thought for a while, and put his hand down again.

Forget it, it's too late now, let's see this girl again tomorrow.

He turned around and walked a few steps towards his room, at this moment, the door opened with a click.

Ji Yirou just opened the door, poked her head out, and called him: "Grandpa."

Ji Yue stood still, turned around slowly, and hummed lightly: "Is it better?"

Ji Yirou nodded: "Grandpa, I have something to tell you."

Ji Yue couldn't help frowning, and there was a faint line between his brows, engraved with the sense of majesty of someone who has been in power for a long time.

But the person in front of him was his granddaughter who owed a lot, so in the next second, the lines faded and the majesty disappeared, and his voice was gentle: "Okay. Tell me."

Both grandparents and grandchildren are not talkative, except that time when Ji Yirou came home and bowed her head to him, telling him that she had someone she liked, this was the second time she took the initiative to talk to him.

Ji Yue clearly knew that this girl was probably here again for the eldest lady of the Wen family, but when she really spoke, he was still angry and distressed: "What's so good about her? You just like her so much, why don't you like her?" Is she dying?"

Ji Yirou lowered her head, Xuenen's neck curved beautifully, showing a very gentle smile, and said softly: "No. She is fine."

Ji Yue was a little dissatisfied: "I don't see what's good about it, except for being nicer and richer."

Ji Yirou stopped arguing with him, just pursed the corners of her lips and smiled softly.

The person she likes seems to have a bad temper and loves to blow hair, not easy to get close to, but in fact he is softer than anyone else in his heart.

She knew it a long, long time ago and liked it a lot.

Seeing her expression, Ji Yue couldn't help sighing, this girl is full of people she likes, and even she has no place for herself.

It's not a bad thing to be honest about love, but he is really afraid that she will be hurt if she is so unreserved.

Ji Yirou suppressed her smile, remembered what she was about to say at the beginning, and looked very serious: "Grandpa, you are not allowed to force her."

Ji Yue was puzzled: "You are all like that...Those things happened, and you still help her?"

Ji Yirou originally half-guessed and knew a little bit, but now she realizes that it was a wonderful misunderstanding.

She shook her head: "It didn't happen. It's just me who likes her very much. I will find a way to keep her by my side. "

Ji Yue waved his hand: "Don't talk about it. I didn't mean to force you to get married at all. It's because Lao Yan felt uncomfortable in his heart and insisted on Xiao Wen to give you an explanation."

Ji Yirou smiled wistfully: "It's just that she probably doesn't like me, so she won't agree. There's no need to force her. With her temperament, if she is pushed, she will probably leave."

Ji Yue wanted to say something more, but there was nothing she could do about it. This girl was so focused on her heart, so what's the use of saying more.

It is said that the marriage of two families is not for her.

As long as Ji Yue thinks, there will be many, many people without Wen Huaiyu.

But if it wasn't for Wen Huaiyu, Ji Yirou wouldn't want it.

Ji Yue shook his head, stood up, and let out a long sigh: "Forget it. You can figure it out."

Whether this little girl from the Wen family is a marriageable person? Since I have tried it tonight, I will probably know the result tomorrow.

……

Ji Yirou's illness came and went quickly.

Thanks to this illness, she missed the serious and embarrassing three sessions yesterday, and also escaped the exploration and questioning. Now everyone's attention is on Wen Huaiyu. As a patient who has just recovered, she only needs to play the role of a quiet woman. And the helpless victim.

However, she was more or less affected by this wonderful atmosphere. After waking up in the morning, she stayed in the living room for a while, and was greeted by Wen Yan's cold and warm questions. Her smiling face was a little stiff. It was not until Wen Huaiyu went downstairs that she was relieved.

Wen Huaiyu had just woken up, she looked like she hadn't slept well, her eyes were covered with a faint bluish black, and she seemed to be in a bad mood. When she saw her, she frowned slightly, as if she wanted to say something but held back, her tone Put it as softly as possible: "I got up very early, have you had breakfast?"

Ji Yirou said she hadn't eaten yet, and poured her a glass of water: "Everyone didn't eat, they said they wanted to wait for you to come together."

This family banquet is a bit like a Hongmen banquet, because Ji Yirou has already recovered from illness, it is impossible to stay at Wen's house forever, today is the third day, and it is time to go back.

Then, before going back, in the eyes of everyone, she must give an explanation and compensation for this lustful and lustful villain.

Wen Huaiyu was thinking about this matter in her heart, and she was still thinking about it after sitting down, her mind was not concentrated, until Ji Yirou whispered in her ear: "You don't have to make things difficult."

She came back to her senses, and just about to say something, Wen Yan said, "Huai Yu, did you think it through last night?"

Yesterday was a day of turmoil. From morning to night, Wen Yan deliberately went to Wen Huaiyu's room in the morning and chatted with her for a long time, explaining the pros and cons, but the child was a little absent-minded, and asked an unimportant topic: "Grandpa Ji's son, did he die unexpectedly?"

Wen Yan didn't know why, so he said yes.

Wen Huaiyu was very interested in this question, and asked: "Then he passed away, will Ji Yirou and her mother live outside alone?"

Wen Yan didn't know much about this matter, so he just answered perfunctorily, but Wen Huaiyu was a little dissatisfied, and then kept thinking about things, not knowing what to think about.

"Huaiyu?"

Seeing that Wen Huaiyu didn't answer, Wen Yan urged him again.Nan Nan was raised by him alone, so she should be able to distinguish the priorities.

"You and Xiaoji's marriage, first decide."

Wen Huaiyu finally stopped being dazed when he heard the word marriage, his expression changed slightly imperceptibly, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Wen Yan was about to say something more, but he was caught off guard when he heard a good word, and he didn't realize it: "What did you say?"

Wen Huaiyu raised his head, his bright eyes raised slightly: "I say, yes."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "You child, you were stubborn earlier, if you agreed early, why would grandpa worry about you so much?"

He laughed, and Ji Yue showed a little appreciation. Wen Wen and others were a little embarrassed, but they could only laugh together.

Only Ji Yirou, her brows furrowed slightly, held onto the corner of her clothes on the table, shook her gently, and said in a low voice, "Wen Huaiyu?"

Wen Huaiyu turned his head, looked at her small movements, with extremely open eyes, held her hand with his backhand, put it on the table, and the two of them clasped their fingers together: "Next month."

Facing Ji Yirou's shocked gaze, she said softly, "We're getting married."