Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 212 You young people really know how to play
Everyone's eyes followed Ji Rongwen and Song Nainai, but the two parties walked upstairs slowly as if they didn't know.

Walking to the door of the study where old man Ji was, the two stopped.

When Ji Rongwen was about to knock on the door, Song Nainai grabbed his hand suddenly.

Ji Rongwen gave a low laugh and comforted him, "Grandpa will like you."

"Could it be too sudden?" The little girl grabbed Ji Rongwen's arm, she bit her lip, looked at Ji Rongwen with wet pupils, the tension on her face was undisguised.

"I'm just an ordinary person... If it wasn't for Brother Rong Wen, I would never have come to such a place. Wouldn't my brother's grandfather despise me?"

"No." Ji Rongwen slowly clenched Song Nainai's hand, seeing clearly Song Nainai's intention to retreat, "You are the sister I recognize, how could grandpa despise you?"

He smiled: "Besides, as long as my brother doesn't dislike you, others are not important."

Song Nainai raised her eyelashes and glanced at Ji Rongwen, then quickly lowered her head nervously, her voice was as thin as a fly, "But, but I'm still afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, little guy." Ji Rongwen chuckled, why didn't he realize that this little guy was so timid before?
but--

The corners of Ji Rongwen's lips curled up, Song Nainai looked so cute.

He put his hand on Song Nainai's shoulder, and then knocked on the door with his other hand.

There was a quick "in" from inside.

Under the little girl's undisguised nervous gaze, he opened the door with a smile.

There is a large space inside the door, and there are several rows of bookshelves in sight. Ji Rongwen held Song Nainai's hand to prevent her from escaping, and led Song Nainai inside step by step.

Mr. Ji was in the inner compartment. He was wearing glasses and a pair of white gloves. He was holding a magnifying glass to carefully examine the painting in his hand.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Ji looked up. He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then he put the magnifying glass on the bracket next to him, and took off his gloves.

Lowering her head slightly, the glasses slid down, and a pair of hale and hearty eyes looked at Ji Rongwen and Song Nainai from above the frame.

He looked at Song Nainai carefully for a few seconds, put on his glasses again, and waved to Ji Rongwen, "Your girlfriend?"

Before Ji Rongwen could speak, the little girl hurriedly shook her head beside her, her cheeks puffed up, "No, not a girlfriend."

"No?" Mr. Ji took off his glasses right now, and pointed at Ji Rongwen with his glasses, "Isn't it your girlfriend?"

Ji Rongwen wanted to say no at first, but Song Nainai rushed ahead of him, looking like he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Ji Rongwen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the deep eyes instantly filled with a thick layer like ink that couldn't be melted away.

After a pause, he whispered, "It's not a girlfriend."

Mr. Ji seemed to be a little regretful, so Ji Rongwen introduced, "She is Song Nainai, Nai He Nai, she calls me brother on weekdays."

Old Man Ji stared at Ji Rongwen for a few seconds, then smiled again, "Brother? You young people are good at playing?"

Ji Rongwen froze for a moment, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

The little girl's eyes widened suddenly, she grabbed Ji Rongwen's sleeve for an instant, and hid behind Ji Rongwen, looking shy and afraid to speak.

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Ji Rongwen's stepmother reported, I promise Jigou's crematorium is not far away
(End of this chapter)