Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

Jian Qing took a meaningful look at Yang Lin and Yang Xiang. Yang Lin is much more interesting than Yang Xiang, at least not so stupid!

Qiu Bo raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Miss Qing, let's go."

When Jianqing and Qiubo are far away, Yang Lin's face suddenly changes and her eyes are fierce. Jianqing, I think how long you can be proud.

Yang Xiang shook off Yang Lin's hand, looked dissatisfied and complained, "sister, why did you let her go so easily? She went to see Grandpa."

Yang Lin glanced at her with a look of hatred. "What do you want to do? Didn't you hear what Qiu Bo just said? Jane Qing was invited by grandpa. Dare you drive her away?"

In this old house, grandpa is the master of the house. Even grandpa doesn't have the power and courage to drive people, let alone them.

"I... but who knows if Jian Qing will speak ill of us in front of Grandpa too? You don't know that Grandpa too is partial to her." Yang Xiang's voice weakened and his heart was unwilling.

Yang Lin snorted coldly, "you, can you control your emotions? If you go on like this, you will hurt yourself one day."

"Well, I see." Yang Xiang murmured.

"It's good that you know. Qiu Bo doesn't know if he will tell Grandpa what you just said. I'll tell you again. Don't take the initiative to find Jianqing trouble, at least you can't be seen." Yang Lin told him uneasily.

"Yes." Yang Xiang nodded obediently.

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When he learned that Jian Qing had promised to come to the old house, old master an was too excited to sit still and ran to the garden pavilion early to wait.

The tea fragrance overflowed on the table in the pavilion, the boiling water was steaming, and the tea sets had been set up, but the tea leaves still didn't move.

Master an rubbed his hands tightly and looked forward to it. It was not as serious as not being angry in front of outsiders.

From a distance, seeing the figure coming with Qiu Bo, old master an was excited. He couldn't sit still and stood up directly.

"Qing girl!"

The eager voice was loud and floated into Jianqing's ear.

Qiu Bo smiled and talked to Jian Qing, "Sir, I haven't been so happy for a long time."

Jane was silent, and her eyes fell on the smiling old man.

Master an couldn't wait. He walked slowly down the pavilion. He was old and his legs and feet were laborious.

Looking at the old man walking towards her, Jane Qing felt sour and complicated at the bottom of her heart, and her steps were a little faster.

"Slow down," Jane Qing said faintly, holding old master an's hand.

Master an was stunned and looked down at the slender jade hand. The tiger's eyes were astringent and the water mist blurred his sight.

The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. The folds on Uncle an's face were stacked several layers, and the whole person was in high spirits.

Qiu Bo looked at the back of the old and young, and a touch of relief flashed from the bottom of his heart.

Holding old master an to sit down, Jian Qing also sat down opposite him, turned off the boiling kettle and began to make tea.

Uncle an was silent, smiling lovingly at the man opposite.

Warm the pot, set tea, wet it, wake up tea, brew it, serve tea, and the action goes like a cloud and water, which makes people feel pleasing to the eyes.

Old master an looked in his eyes and stroked his gray beard. "Do you often make tea on weekdays?"

This tea making technique can't be practiced without a few years of Kung Fu, and none of the younger generation in the family can have this tea making skill.

"HMM." Jane Qing answered faintly.

Her grandfather likes tea and is influenced by her every day. She is also interested in it, so she learned a little.

The tea in the cup was seven full. Jane Qing put down the teapot and handed the tea to Uncle an, "try it!"

The faint fragrance of tea pours into his nose. Old master an holds up the tea cup. The tender yellow leaves are slightly tilted, just like a floating boat.

After tasting one mouthful, old master an's eyes lit up and he went into his stomach in one breath, "it's good to drink."

This is better than the tea master.

Jian Qing sipped her tea and smiled lightly at Uncle an's appreciation.

People also saw and drank tea, so they got to the point.

Put down the teacup, Jianqing looked at old man an and said, "old man an didn't come to me for tea today?"

The original good mood broke and disappeared because of this sentence "old man an". Old man an's face was covered with a layer of sadness, and his angry voice was hoarse. "Do you have to call me that?"

Seventeen years, does she hate him so much?

Don't even want to shout a word, Grandpa?

Jian Qing still smiled and asked, "isn't that right?"

"Obviously, you used to call me Grandpa." your sad little eyes kept looking at Jian Qing. The look on Uncle an's face can be called grievance.

Jane Qing's eyes were frozen, and her eyes were foggy, falling into memories.

"Grandpa, your beard looks like grandpa Christmas. Will you give Noel a present?"

"Of course, Grandpa will satisfy you whatever my little Noel wants."

"Grandpa, Mommy doesn't give me ice cream recently. Noel wants to eat it."

"Ouch, my little sweetheart, Grandpa will take you. We'll steal it."

"Yeah, grandpa is the best. Noel loves grandpa the most."

The conversation between the old man and the girl echoed in my ears. In my mind, the old man's spoiled smile thought it had been forgotten, but I didn't think it was still so clear.

"Qing girl, Qing girl..."

Master an's hurried voice made Jian Qing come back to his senses. The old man's smile in his mind coincided with the person in front of him. It seems that everything has not changed, but in fact he can't go back.

"What's the matter with you?" Uncle an asked anxiously, thinking that Jane Qing was not feeling well.

"Nothing," Jane said.

Old master an sighed in his heart, but he couldn't help asking, "Qing girl, ye'er... How's your brother? How have you been these years?"

Jian Qing's eyes were calm and made a faint sound, "Anna and an Ye died 17 years ago. Now there are only Jian Qing and Jian Luo."

Old master an felt a tingling pain in his heart, and his thick cocoon's big hand clenched, "Qing girl, can I see him?"

He did not dare to ask for forgiveness from his brother and sister, but in his few days left, he wanted to meet another child he owed.