The female guest on the romance drama is my ex-girlfriend

Chapter 388 Meeting Mo Ziyuan’s parents

Xia Tian stared at the phone, and his whole body couldn't help but want to burst.

This Weibo post by Zi Yuan is so deceptive.

"Zi Yuan, you are so humble. If I were beaten to death while walking on the road, it would be because of you."

With a faint smile in her eyes, Mo Ziyuan softly uttered two words:
"save trouble."

Xia Tian shook his head helplessly, and Zi Yuan also learned bad things.

But thinking about the messy things He Rong taught her before, I felt that it was not easy for her to develop such a cold and noble temperament with such a mother.

After greeting Director Qi who was cleaning up the mess, He Rong caught Xia Xia who was about to go back to rest:

"Xia Tian, ​​are you okay tonight?"

Xia Tian shook his head very politely:
"Not yet."

The only schedule for today was to shoot an advertisement. If He Rong was not here, he might also want to ask Zi Yuan to go out for dinner or a date.

But her mother was here, and it was really inappropriate for me to ask her daughter out in front of her.

"That person..."

Just as He Rong was trying to create a date opportunity for Xia Tian and Mo Ziyuan, her assistant came up to her at an inappropriate time:

"Mr. He, phone number."

He Rong, who was interrupted, glanced at her daughter and signaled her to look at Xia Tian and stop them from running away.

After seeing the caller ID, he was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and then picked up.

Xia Tian looked at Mo Ziyuan: (Why did your mother leave me behind?)
Mo Ziyuan smiled faintly at him: (I don't know.)
The two had no choice but to stand there quietly.

"Hey, you are actually free today?"

"..."

"okay!"

"..."

"I'll ask him."

After saying a few words, He Rong hung up the phone.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw two pairs of beautiful black and white eyes looking at her curiously.

Gee, these two people really match their looks.

No one knows how beautiful the child will be when he is born.

She smiled and said:
"Xia Tian, ​​if you don't have any plans for the evening, would you mind going with me to meet someone?"

"Meet someone? Who is it?"

There was curiosity in Xia Tian's eyes.

"He is a very important person to me and Zi Yuan."

He Rong blinked at him.

I'm curious about what you said, but is it appropriate for me to go to someone who is important to you?

Anyway, nothing happened to the left and right, and the mother-in-law’s face will still have to be given to her in the future.

Xia Tian could only sit in He Rong's unusually conspicuous Rolls-Royce.

On the surface, the crew members were doing the finishing work seriously, but in fact, their eyes were eager to follow them into the luxury car.

After today, there is another gossip in the circle.

(The couple on a certain romance show are not a business, they are real lovers.)
(I heard that the two of them have been living together since they left the drama. The reason why the man became so popular so quickly is because the woman used her resources to reduce the gap in status.)
(I heard that the woman seemed to be pregnant, so the two specially met their parents on the set to agree on a wedding date.)
(I heard that they have a secret marriage, the man is getting married, and the child is about to be born.)
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The smooth-lined body cuts through the air like a swift cheetah.

He Rong followed the navigation and parked the car in front of a uniquely designed quiet courtyard somewhere in the suburbs.

Xia Tian looked at the casual clothes she wore casually in the morning, then looked at the luxurious courtyard outside, and looked at He Rong with a guilty conscience:
"Aunt He, let's do it next time. I worked all day today and my whole body smells like sweat."

It seems that the other person's status is not too low. It would be rude for him to meet an important person wearing such clothes.

"Need not."

He Rong shook his head:

"He won't mind if there are no outsiders."

"OK then!"

Come, Xia Tian can only nod.

The main entrance to the courtyard is via stone steps, which cannot be accessed by cars.

The three of them could only get out of the car and hand it over to the assistant.

I don't know if there is surveillance at the door or what. The three of them walked up the stairs, and the door slowly opened automatically.

Xia Tian looked around to make sure there was no one at the door.

A mansion is just big.

The three of them walked side by side for a while before entering the main house.

Before entering the door, I saw a figure proactively greeting me:
"Madam, eldest lady, you are back."

The visitor came closer and bowed to the three of them.

"And Mr. Xia Tian, ​​welcome."

As expected of a mansion, it even has a butler.

Without much greeting, the three of them entered the door under the guidance of the housekeeper.

Upon entering, the first thing Xia Tian noticed was not the antique ornaments everywhere, but a little girl sitting on a small bench, playing with the Rubik's Cube.

"He Xiaoxiao."

He Rong shouted to the little girl.

"Auntie, don't make any noise, I will solve the Rubik's Cube soon."

As she spoke, she twisted her little hand and restored the slightly messed up Rubik's Cube.

Then he pretended to let out a long sigh of relief and walked up to the three of them.

The childish face has a mature look, which looks a bit funny and cute.

She tried her best to look up at the three of them, her light eyebrows tightly knitted together:

"Why did you find someone like this?"

His tone and expression were a bit disgusting.

Seeing his attitude, He Rong narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Mo Ziyuan also frowned.

He Rong took the initiative to bend down and looked down at her daring little niece:

"How did you speak?"

But who knows, the little girl was not fooled by He Rong at all. She stepped forward with her short legs, ignored He Rong, ran to Xia Tian on the side, grabbed his trouser legs, and pouted her little mouth a little aggrievedly:

"Brother Tian, ​​why did you find someone like this?"

As she spoke, she pretended to cover her mouth and lowered her voice:
"Sister Ziyuan is so cold that she can't say a thing for a long time. My eldest aunt is also fierce. With such a mother-in-law, you will be tortured to death by them in the future."

Xia Tian was stunned for a moment before realizing what the little girl meant.

He turned to look at He Rong and Mo Ziyuan.

I kind of want to laugh, but I can't. That would be too polite.

Mo Ziyuan's frown eased.

He Rong roared again:

"He Xiaoxiao, believe it or not, I will spank you!"

"A little bit~"

He Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue at He Rong and grabbed Xia Tian's trouser legs.

Xia Tian could only take the initiative to squat down, his eyes level with the little girl's, and asked curiously:
"Is your name He Xiaoxiao?"

"Yeah! Brother Tian, ​​I'm your fan!"

Hearing Xia Tian's inquiry, He Xiaoxiao stopped talking to He Rong and looked at Xia Tian with bright eyes.

As if she thought of something, she suddenly took a step back.

He smiled shyly at Xia Tian, ​​then cleared his throat, clenched his little hand into a fist and placed it in front of his mouth, as if holding a microphone:
“Ahem…

I love you, I love you walking alone in a dark alley,
I love the way you don't kneel,
I love you against despair,
Reluctant to cry..."

They were excited, dancing, and their voices were loud and loud, resounding throughout the hall.

"..."

Xia Tian was petrified, looking up along the pair of long legs beside him, and met Mo Ziyuan's smiling eyes.

(Is this your family?)

(cousin.)
So, has this song still not escaped the fate of becoming a war song for children?

"Brother Tian, ​​how is my singing? All the children in our class can sing, and I am still the lead singer!"

He Xiaoxiao looked at Xia Tian expectantly.

Xia Tian slowly stretched out his hand and landed on the little girl's head, with an awkward yet polite smile on his face:

"Xiaoxiao sings beautifully."

"Ahahahaha..."

After receiving the compliment, the little girl put her hands on her hips, looked up to the sky and laughed.

He Rong felt like veins were popping out on his head.

Taking a deep breath, the anger settled in the Dantian: "He Dingwen!!!"

Xia Tian was almost frightened by He Rong's voice and fell to the ground.

"Ka~"

He Xiaoxiao was like a duck being pinched by the neck, and her laughter stopped abruptly.

"Auntie, stop shouting, stop shouting!"

While shouting, he looked around nervously.

The living room of the villa has an old-fashioned patio design.

When everyone is in the lobby, they can see the second floor with wooden railings.A man with a stern face and a suit appeared, glanced at the people downstairs, and shouted in a low voice:
"He Xiaoxiao."

A male voice sounded, and He Xiaoxiao stopped shouting. She just hunched over awkwardly, her head shrank into an ostrich, and she quietly hid behind Xia Tian.

Xia Tian raised his head and saw this somewhat familiar man on the second floor.

He Dingwen, a person who often appears in financial reports.

The current leader of Huayao Group.

He Rong's biological brother.

At only 36 years old, he is the kind of young and promising domineering CEO on TV.

Among the four siblings of the He family, He Rong is the eldest sister and He Dingwen is the fourth. He is the most talented in business and therefore becomes the leader of the Huayao Group.

Feeling the substantial gaze on the second floor, Xia Tian felt the natural pressure of being in a high position from him.

He Xiaoxiao, who quietly poked his head out from behind Xia Xia, looked at his father walking downstairs and seemed a little scared.

He called out as loudly as a mosquito: "Dad..."

He Dingwen walked down the stairs, looked at Xia Tian, ​​and nodded gently to him:

"Hello, Xia Tian! My name is He Dingwen."

"Hello, Mr. He."

He Dingwen was a serious and rigid person. He simply said hello and looked past him to He Xiaoxiao who was hiding behind him:

"come over!"

Xia Tian was a little embarrassed, feeling like a weird kid kidnapping a child.

He Xiaoxiao slowly walked out from behind Xia Xia, pouting with a look of reluctance, but still did not dare to resist her father's call.

"I didn't know you were here so early, but my father was still in the backyard."

"Okay, let's go take a look."

He Rong was not polite and motioned for Xia Tian, ​​He Mo and Ziyuan to follow.

Xia Tian could only give a sympathetic look to He Xiaoxiao who was reluctant to leave, and took the initiative to follow He Rong out of here.

With such a serious father, it is estimated that the little girl's childhood will not be too comfortable.

"Don't be nervous."

The three of them walked far away, and He Rong took the initiative to comfort her, as if she was afraid that Xia Tian would be frightened by her family:

"After staying in the company for a long time, Xiaosi treats everyone like that. If you have cooperation with the company, you will know it if you have more contact with him in the future."

Xia Tian was not as nervous as He Rong thought. After all, this was not the first time he had seen such a big shot.

"Aunt He, I'm not nervous, I just feel that Xiaoxiao's temperament is a bit unlike Mr. He."

More like you.

The rest of Xia Tian didn't say anything.

"My uncle and aunt are busy, so Xiaoxiao often stays at my house."

Mo Ziyuan said.

That's it, Xia Tian understands.

If He Xiaoxiao often lived with He Rong, it would be understandable why his personality would become so cheerful.

Mo Ziyuan's personality is cold and cold, more like that of the He Dingwen family.

And He Xiaoxiao is lively and cheerful, more like He Rong.

If it weren't for the age difference, Xia Tian would have suspected that the children of the two families had been exchanged.

While talking, the three of them walked through the corridor and directly entered the backyard.

Walking along the winding road, not far away, there was noise, uh, the sound of musical instruments.

The sound is miserable, and it sounds like an erhu.

Although Xia Tian is not proficient in all musical instruments, as a singer, he still has no problem distinguishing the types of musical instruments that sound.

Not to mention that the characteristics of Erhu are so obvious.

I remember that when he was practicing Chinese songs, he also studied Chinese music for a period of time.

Walking around the lush bamboo forest in the courtyard, the melancholy music became clearer and clearer.

Their eyes suddenly opened up, and the three of them saw an old man sitting in a beautiful sunroom, playing the erhu with his eyes closed.

He Rong walked over and called "Dad" twice.

But the old man seemed to be lost in the music and didn't react at all.

The exquisite and compact incense burner exudes wisps of white smoke, presenting an ethereal scene.

The only flaw is that the erhu playing is really hard to describe and is purely noise pollution.

Xia Tian wants to block his ears.

He looked at Mo Ziyuan suspiciously.

Is this really a family?

One person has amazing musical talent and is proficient in eighteen kinds of instruments, but one person can't hear any tune.

He Rong's brows were so furrowed that she could kill a fly, and she pressed the old man's hand. She really couldn't stand this kind of noise pollution:
"Dad, you're doing a good job, but you better stop."

Mr. He opened his eyes and glared at his eldest daughter.

He Rong didn't care. She looked at Mr. He and found that not only was he dressed formally today, but his white hair seemed to have been carefully taken care of.

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows:
"Dad, did you go on a blind date today?"

"Unfilial daughter, what are you talking about?"

He was too lazy to pay attention to this eldest daughter who would only make him angry. As the eldest daughter, she was out of tune and had nothing to do every day, which was annoying.

After speaking, he looked at Mo Ziyuan, and a kind smile immediately appeared on his face: "Ziyuan, you are here."

"Grandpa."

"Come here, let me take a look. You've lost weight. Why are you so useless as a mother? You can't even take care of a daughter!"

Mo Ziyuan walked to Mr. He, picked up the steaming teapot and poured it for him:

"Grandpa, drink tea."

"it is good!"

He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then looked at Xia Tian, ​​stretched out his hand and said:

"You are Xia Tian, ​​come and sit."

"it is good."

Mr. He is no stranger to summer.

To be able to charm his granddaughter, who has a cold temperament and only cares about the piano, there is something about this kid.

Coupled with the strong Amway of the little granddaughter He Xiaoxiao.

He couldn't even think about Xia Tian.

This guy is good-looking and has a look that makes girls like him.

No wonder both his eldest and younger granddaughters like him.

"Xia Tian, ​​can I just call you by your name?"

"Old man, you can call me whatever you want, no problem."

"What do you think of the song I just played?"

When Xia Tian heard this, his heart twisted, but his face didn't show it at all.

Is he telling the truth or a lie?

His eyes for help swept across Mo Ziyuan and He Rong.

He Rong winked at him and asked him to speak boldly.

Mo Ziyuan didn't react, her eyes were calm.

In the end, Xia Tian still felt that it was right to listen to her mother-in-law, and decided to tell the truth tactfully:
“It’s ugly, but it’s special.”

Not caring about the life and death of others is special.

"You boy..."

When Mr. He heard the word "unpleasant", his eyebrows stood up with an angry look on his face.

What's wrong with that?
He's obviously so good at pulling, he's almost catching up with his eldest granddaughter, okay?

Before the old man could finish his angry words, he was interrupted by He Rong:

"Xia Tian, ​​are you talking about the truth? At least give the old man some face!"

That being said, she had a snicker on her face.

"Rebellious girl, you rebellious girl!"

"Zi Yuan, tell me, how was my performance?"

"Grandpa pulled very well and almost caught up with me."

Xia Tian looked at Mo Ziyuan in surprise.

You Zi Yuan, I didn’t expect you to lie.

"My Ziyuan is better."

The old man glared at Xia Tian and He Rong.

Then, he pulled Mo Ziyuan and started to speak ill of He Rong.

When he was three years old, he almost broke his leg while climbing a tree with other little boys.

When I was five years old, I sprained my waist while climbing a wall.

When I was eight years old, I took my younger brother to catch fish and almost fell into the river to feed the fish...

I have said a lot, but basically the central idea is that your mother is out of tune, like a wild child, without any ladylike demeanor.

You must not imitate her.

　After sorting out the last remaining content, I think it will be almost finished in about a month.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)