In the lonely old house, the whole family sat at the dinner table, and the dull atmosphere spread in the air.

Suddenly, Ji Tianxiong's abrupt voice rang out, "it's so late that ting Yu hasn't come back. Doesn't he know today's family dinner?"

When old man Ji heard the sound, his sharp eyes swept over and his voice was cold: "Tingyu has been working hard for the company these days. He doesn't even have time to rest. It's normal to come late."

Ji Tianxiong was very unconvinced when he heard what the old man said, but he didn't show it because everyone was there.

Moreover, although the silent family is not dominated by the old man, what the old man said is still very deterrent, and he dare not refute it.

"Grandpa is right. Maybe my cousin is on the road now. Wait." Ji Lang followed the old man's words and extricated his father.

Just then, Ji Tingyu pulled Xia seventeen in from the outside: "why, don't you want me to come?"

Ji Tianxiong didn't expect Ji Tingyu to come back. It happened that he heard what he said, so Ji Tingyu asked, he seemed to choke and didn't say anything.

Ji Tingyu strode to the old man, pulled Xia seventeen to the front, and raised his thin lips: "Grandpa, according to your order, bring this female rogue back."

Xia seventeen was unhappy when he heard the sound, and his eyebrows picked up: "so Grandpa, do you call me a female rogue behind your back?"

The old man was amused by her sentence, stretched out his hand and patted Ji Tingyu on the shoulder. Without saying a word, he easily shifted the responsibility to him.

Ji Ting glanced at Xia seventeen. "Don't you dare say you're not a hooligan?"

"Yes, I'm a rogue, but I'm a rogue, and you're not a good man." Xia seventeen yawned lazily, took out the prepared gift and handed it to the old man: "I know grandpa likes collecting paintings, so I brought one specially."

The old man took the gift and smiled happily on his wrinkled face. He told the servant to put the painting away and let Xia seventeen sit next to him.

Ji Yinlan sat opposite and looked at Xia seventeen winking, as if she was very satisfied with her performance just now.

Xia Shiqi winked at her, and a ruffian smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Ji Tingyu sat down next to Xia seventeen and took a clean disinfection paper towel to wipe the dishes and chopsticks for her.

This is his habit. No matter where he eats, he should wipe the tableware easily.

In the whole lonely family, almost no one doesn't know that he has this cleanliness habit, so he usually prepares disinfection paper towels for him before dinner.

Xia Shiqi just sat down and noticed a look looking at her. He looked up and saw Ji Lang smiling at her.

His eyes were burning. Xia seventeen quickly avoided him and just responded with a polite smile.

Suddenly, Xia seventeen felt a stabbing pain in her palm. She looked down and saw that an uncle was pinching her palm.

“……”

Ji Tingyu looks at Xia seventeen and warns Xia seventeen not to look at Ji Lang.

Xia seventeen frowned, but just smiled. As for the man, did he overturn the vinegar jar?

"Aunt Tang is very beautiful today." Ji Lang is smiling, gentle and elegant. When he praises Xia seventeen, people will think he comes from the heart.

Xia seventeen didn't know why Ji Lang was crazy, so he replied, "I seem to be very beautiful every day."

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