She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 309 Not a friend, but a girlfriend

When Wei Yuan drove away in the car, Jing Xing walked over holding the paper and handed it to the little glutinous rice dumpling.

Lin Qingyou lowered her head, opened it, and there was a line of words written on it:

"I wish Ah Xing's little glutinous rice dumplings a bright future and a safe year.

—— Wei Ran”

Lin Qingyou: "..."

She could roughly guess what Jing Xing would ask Wei Ran to write, but she never expected that Jing Xing would directly change her name to "his little glutinous rice dumpling".

Apart from the servants, Mr. Jing lived alone in the Jing family's old house. His wife died more than [-] years ago, and he never remarried or remarried. He just guarded the big house by himself.

Mr. Jing is in good health and in good spirits. He heard the movement from the door from a distance, and with his hands behind his waist, he began to walk here unhurriedly. come yet?"

Jing Xing: "..."

Jing Xing really didn't want to respond to the nickname, but Lin Qingyou looked over to him following his prestige.

The Jing family's old house is a typical Chinese garden-style building. Bypassing the rockery fountain in the front yard, there is a winding corridor. In the small pavilion at the end of the corridor stands an old man with gray hair.

The old man was in high spirits, with his back straightened and his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black suit with a big red bow tie on his neckline, and he was very imposing.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like an elderly male model who is about to walk on the catwalk.

Thus, Lin Qingyou had a preliminary impression of Jing Xing's grandfather - a handsome old man.

How handsome is he?

Probably when he went to the square dance, the aunts would all be jealous of him than he is more handsome than careful.

When the old man saw the little girl who appeared next to his grandson, the expression on his face was obviously stunned: "Hey, this is...?"

Jing Xing raised his hand and patted the little glutinous rice dumpling's head, and said softly, "It's Grandpa."

So, the little glutinous rice dumpling blinked twice, and obediently called grandpa.

The old man's heart was half melted by the soft and waxy "Grandpa". At that moment, the serious expression on his face could no longer hold back, and he cheerfully called the nanny to pour hot tea.

The old man had a son and a daughter, but unfortunately the youngest daughter died unexpectedly when she was three years old. This has always been a regret in his heart.

While the little girl was squatting by the pond to feed the fish, the old man mysteriously pulled his grandson aside, lowered his voice and asked, "Leverage, is that what I mean?"

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows lazily, pretending not to understand, and asked slowly, "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

Seeing that he refused to tell the truth, the old man blew on his beard, put one hand on his waist, and said, "Stinky boy, do you still want to hide it from your grandpa? Is this the little girl you like?"

Jing Xing didn't deny it, and the eyes that fell on Xiao Nuomi Duanzi became gentle.

The old man snorted softly, and said rather proudly, "The way you look at that little girl is exactly the same as the way I looked at your grandma back then."

Speaking of this, the old man's expression showed a bit of nostalgia. He looked up at a framed photo in the main hall. The woman in the photo was wearing a light blue cheongsam, with a gentle smile on her brows and eyes.

"Year after year, it turns out that more than 20 years have passed in a flash." The old man muttered to himself.

After Lin Qingyou finished feeding the koi in the pond, she looked up and saw Jing Xing but not the old man, so she couldn't help asking, "Where's grandpa?"

Jing Xing pulled her up from the ground, and replied: "I went to the kitchen. Grandpa said that it is rare for me to bring friends to dinner, so I have to cook and make soup myself."

Lin Qingyou snorted, and let him take the empty plate in his hand.

"Don't ask me how I answered it?" Jing Xing looked down at her and said again.

Lin Qingyou blinked, and asked politely, "Then how did you answer?"

"I said it's not a friend, but a girlfriend." Jing Xing said slowly.

Lin Qingyou: "...?"

Lin Qingyou didn't know who gave him the courage to say the word "girlfriend" so confidently.

Did Jing Xing forget that they were only high school students, and they were invited as parents last time because of their high-profile relationship?

And what she meant by looking at Jing Xing, it seemed that he really wanted to put the idea of ​​pulling up the banner into practice, and it would be best to create a big scene with the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers.

jingle jingle-

A sudden ringtone of the mobile phone broke her

Jing Xing stared at the number that jumped on the screen of the phone for a while, but he didn't intend to answer it. Lin Qingyou poked his head over and happened to see the number on it. He felt a little familiar for no reason, and always felt that he had seen this phone before somewhere. Number.

It wasn't until the phone screen turned on again that Jing Xing paused for a moment, then picked it up, and called "Mom" in a very low voice, only then did Lin Qingyou realize where she had seen this string of numbers before.

Last time when Jing Xing celebrated his birthday, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the text message his mother sent him.

This phone number is very special, three sevens, three eights are connected together, so Lin Qingyou has a deep impression of it.

Jing Xing pointed at her mobile phone, then took two steps towards the window, looking at the garden outside the window, with one hand in his pocket, answering absent-mindedly.

Lin Qingyou couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, but could only see the arc of his long and narrow eyes with a little indifference.

Jing Xing: "Understood."

Three concise words ended this not too long call.

Jing Xing's tone didn't sound like the atmosphere that should exist between a mother and son at all, it was more like two polite and alienated strangers, after picking up the phone, Jing Xing put the phone on the table indifferently.

Lin Qingyou's eyelashes drooped, she looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly called him: "Jing Xing?"

"Huh?" Jing Xing turned his head sideways, and the coldness that appeared at the end of his eyes was restrained by him at this moment.

Lin Qingyou clenched her hand into a fist and stretched it out in front of him with a serious expression: "Guess."

Jing Xing was slightly stunned: "Guess what?"

Lin Qingyou looked at him and said, "Guess how many candies I have in my hand, and I'll give you all if you guess right."

Seeing her coaxing him like a child, Jing Xing was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed in a low voice, the children in his family are still so intuitive.

Lin Qingyou saw that he only looked at her and smiled, and didn't speak, and began to urge him: "Don't just laugh, take a guess, and I'll give it to you if you guess right."

Jing Xing's mood became clearer because of her words.

"What if I guess wrong?" He made a distressed look and teased her intentionally.

(End of this chapter)