Madam, president loves you secrectly

"Grandpa, you used to say I didn't grow up and didn't grow meat. Look, how well I grow now, and I'm very beautiful." Song Manxi tooted his mouth, turned a circle with his skirt, and made a naughty face.

"I see. It's lovely to have meat, isn't it, elm?" Grandpa Jun echoed and talked to Yao Yushu.

Yao Yushu smiled unconsciously: "no, Dad, look at sissy. This meat is much more lovely than before, and it still haunts people. It's also likable at the same time, isn't it, Wang ma?"

The servant Wang Ma smiled: "yes, madam, Miss Song is really becoming more and more likable."

"You mean I wasn't cute before?"

This sentence made everyone laugh.

This came and went. For a moment, the always deserted Jun's house was full of laughter. Yao Yushu and a crowd welcomed her in, and grandpa Jun rarely smiled.

The breeze blew the big camphor tree in front of the courtyard, rustling, and the time was quiet.

"Come on, Miss Song, try this cake. It's made by my wife. It tastes good with almonds and some dried fruits." Wang Ma put down the cake in the tray. The Pink Cream is very appetizing.

"Mother Wang, you'd better call me sissy in the future. Although we haven't seen each other for seven years, you are still my lovely and amiable mother Wang in sissy's heart." her smile is irresistible. Mother Wang smiled and promised. She looked at Yao Yushu, and they all went with her.

Song Manxi took a big bite to eat, and the sweetness slowly spread in his mouth: "delicious, aunt's craft is still so good. This is the best cake I've ever eaten. Aunt, quietly tell you, compared with your cake, my mother's cake is simply ugly, and I dare not eat it."

Yao Yushu and grandpa Jun were stunned and then laughed.

Who doesn't know Wen Ruyi's fiery temperament. The kitchen is not as good as her eyes, so the food is dark.

"Ha ha, sissy, it's good that your mother isn't here. Otherwise, I'll have to beat you up."

"Aunt Wang, mother Wang, Grandpa Jun, you can't tell my mother that it's confidential and low-key." she responded with a sweet smile.

Song Manxi's eyes kept looking up at the stair railing. It seemed that there was some other meaning. The second floor was always quiet. There should be no one. Even the wind DRAs like as two peas were audible. The display is still the same as the one in memory, but there are some mistakes.

Yao Yushu looked down her eyes, smiled comprehensively, and looked at Grandpa Jun: "sissy, are you looking at whether your brother Junlin is at home?"

Song Manxi was so embarrassed that he took back his sight. His cheeks were crimson and stammered, "only, No."

"Really not?"

"No." Song Manxi shook his head, but he had an idea of going away.

Everyone understood. Grandpa Jun smiled and said, "your brother Junlin must be at school now and not at home, but you can see him at dinner."

This sentence is a reassurance. Song Manxi's hanging heart also dropped. In fact, why is there a heart hanging? I can't tell why. I just feel that what is missing in this family and the missing part should be brother Junxiao.

Just now, my mother also said that brother Junxiao had a quarrel with Grandpa Jun because of something and now lives with grandma.