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Jian Zhiyan was taken aback: Who is brother's boss.

How to answer this question.

She turned to look at Song Ange, and the same bewildered look appeared on her friend's face.

Song Ange called Jian Zhiyan to the kitchen under the pretext of washing the fruit, "Did you mention your family background to my mother?"

Jian Zhiyan felt strange, "It's impolite to show off your wealth everywhere."

"Besides, you're about to get married. Shouldn't you be the one to educate your aunt about this kind of thing?"

Song Ange opened his mouth, thinking carefully.

She originally rented a house by herself, but after falling in love, she became even more homeless, so she seemed to have never mentioned Jian Zhilei's identity.

Moreover, last year when his mother was ill, Jian Zhiyan often came to take care of her. Even if Jian Zhiyan didn't say anything, Song Ange thought that her mother could at least see something.

Now it seems that she was overly optimistic. Mother Song has been cautious and peaceful all her life, and she has never seen such a person who crosses the class.

Afraid that his mother would be frightened, Song Ange didn't dare to delay for a moment, picked up the curtain, and went out, wanting to vaccinate his mother in advance.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly raised a voice in the small courtyard, "This is Lawyer Song's house, right?"

Jian Zhiyan also heard it.It's Jian Zhilei's driver.

She came out and looked at Song Ange - Jian Zhilei had arrived.

They walked in from the entrance of the alley, Jian Zhilei was in front, and the driver followed behind, both hands full of things.

In order not to be obtrusive, the gifts are not expensive, just seasonal fruits and tonics.

The driver entered the room, put his things aside, saw Jian Zhiyan and Song Ange, and nodded in greeting, "Miss, Lawyer Song."

After the driver left, Jian Zhilei greeted Song's mother very solemnly, "Auntie, hello."

Seeing all this, Mother Song sat on the sofa, too shocked to speak.

The wealth of a woman is easy to imitate, with a pile of accessories and jewelry, it is easy to confuse it with others; but men are different, the accumulation of wealth for three generations, and the influence of high positions and weights all the year round, make Jian Zhilei's sense of luxury seem natural.

The suit fits naturally, and the eyes are naturally firm.

Song's mother was in a daze for a long time, and then with Song Ange's support, she stood up and said, "You are Jian Zhilei."

"It's me, Auntie."

"Oh, then sit down quickly."

Jian Zhilei chose the lower seat and sat down, but Song's mother hesitated, not knowing whether she should sit or not.

Song Ange whispered to her mother, "Sit down, sit down."

Mother Song glared at her daughter, "Is there something you didn't tell me?"

Song Ange sighed, "Actually, he is my boss."

"Zhi Lei runs a law firm?" Mother Song asked.

Song Ange had no choice but to change his words, "Then he is my boss's boss..."

Mother Song didn't understand.

Jian Zhilei couldn't stand it anymore, "An Ge is a legal consultant hired by our company, and we met at work."

Mother Song: "Then you run a company?"

"Yes."

"What company is it?"

Jian Zhiyan sat next to her brother, smiling to ease everyone's embarrassment.

"It's called Jinjing, Jinjing Group, you can see it when you pass by Financial Street."

Jinjing Group has been standing for decades and is involved in people's livelihood. Of course, Song's mother has heard of it. Apart from being surprised, looking at her daughter's thief-like smile, she knows that it is not a joke.

Song Ange is going to marry a wealthy family.

This was far beyond Song's mother's imagination. While she was happy for her daughter, she also showed great anxiety.

"Zhi Lei, you, do your family know about my family's situation?"

Jian Zhilei: "I told my mother that the so-called family status gap does not exist in our family. You can rest assured."

No wonder you can rest assured.

The issue of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been a major issue. When thinking of her daughter facing a wealthy mother-in-law, Song's mother feels anxious and uncomfortable.

She asked: "Listen to Zhiyan, your father passed away when you were young, and your mother raised you...you must be very capable."

The traces of temptation were too obvious, so Jian Zhiyan answered for her brother.

"Auntie, don't worry. In fact, this family is my brother's money making money, and brought me and my mother up. No one will embarrass An Ge."

A small joke, the atmosphere eased a lot.

Song's mother may not be completely at ease, but Jian Zhilei is definitely a diamond-level son-in-law. Judging from the characters and conversations, besides being noble, there is no lack of politeness and humility, which is indeed impeccable.

This meeting ended successfully.

Song Ange sent the siblings out of the alley.

The electric cars running around and the children playing around make a picture of the city.

Jian Zhilei and Jian Zhiyan are incompatible with this, as if they are different, attracting attention.

Neighbors with good news wanted to find out what happened, so they took the initiative to say hello to Song Ange, and Song Ange finished greeting them with a smile.

Jian Zhilei brother and sister have been waiting patiently.

Finally escaped, Song Ange urged Jian Zhilei, "Go back quickly."

Jian Zhilei hugged Song Ange restrainedly, and lowered his eyes, "How is the baby these days?"

Song Ange smirked, "I don't know, it's not time for it to gain a sense of existence, right?"

Jian Zhilei: "When the new year is over, move to live with me."

This is not a negotiation.

Song Ange yelled, didn't say yes, and didn't say no. She subconsciously looked at Jian Zhiyan behind her, and then looked at the eyes of the neighbors around her, feeling ashamed in her heart.

"Please, let's go."

Jian Zhilei passed Song Ange's shoulder, and finally found time to glance at his sister, "Will you go back with me?"

Jian Zhiyan waved her hand with a smile, "No, I'm driving."

Jian Zhilei rubbed Song Ange's head and bent over the car.

The black streamlined car drove away gracefully.

giggle.

Jian Zhiyan chuckled, but before she could speak, Song Ange begged first.

"Oh, don't laugh at me...you can see it too, it's your brother who is too talkative and keeps people under control..."

Jian Zhiyan: "I haven't blamed you for robbing my brother, you're going to Versailles with me first?"

"There's really no Versailles..." Song Ange is sweet but doesn't know it, "But falling in love with old men is quite superior. They are reserved and restrained, and they are in control of everything. Don't look at this sexy very hidden, but Really exciting."

Song Ange also asked Jian Zhiyan, "Do you think so?"

"how could I know."

Jian Zhiyan walked towards the direction where she parked.

Song Ange chased after him, "Don't avoid it, I don't have time to chat with you recently, how are you and Lu Yin doing?"

"You're pregnant and married, so mind your own business."

Jian Zhiyan unlocked the car door and got in, Song Ange knocked on her car window, helplessly, Jian Zhiyan dropped the glass and narrowed her down.

"Sister-in-law, do you have anything else to do?"

Song Ange originally wanted to say something, but he simply forgot about it, kept his mouth open, and finally grinned.

"fine."

"Bon voyage, send text messages when you get home."

Song Ange took a step back abruptly, determined to be a knowledgeable and interesting sister-in-law.

With such an attitude, a 180-degree change made Jian Zhiyan laugh, and she waved her hand, embarrassing her for the last time before leaving.

"It's cold, go back quickly, or my brother should feel bad..."