Mr. Ji's mother's face is impressively the face of a singer that Jian Sangyu saw when she was a child. When she was very young, Jane Sangyu often watched TV at home with Grandpa Jian and grandpa Gu. What the two elders like to watch is some military programs, sometimes some party or something.

Therefore, Jane Sangyu was deeply impressed by Ji Qianbo's mother's face, because she felt that this beautiful big sister sang very well since she was a child.

Later, when she grew up, she occasionally saw the program, glanced at it, and whispered with the old man for a while, saying that the singer was really beautiful. When she was a child, she thought she was young and beautiful. When she grew up, the singer became a singer and looked so young and beautiful.

Ji Qianbo stood behind Jian Sangyu and looked at his mother's satisfaction with the stunned mood of Jian Sangyu. He smiled helplessly and explained, "Yang Yunrui, my mother, is a singer. My musical talent is inherited from her."

"Miss Yang." Jane Sangyu was a little excited. She didn't know where to put her hands. She wanted to reach out and shake hands with Mr. Yang, but after reaching out, she remembered that she didn't wash her hands. She was embarrassed to shrink back, smiled and asked, "can I take a picture with you later?"

Jane Sangyu didn't say she grew up listening to Yang Yunrui's songs. After all, Yang Yunrui looks really young.

Yang Yunrui almost laughed when she looked at Jian Sangyu's extended and retracted hand. She patted Jian Sangyu's shoulder and smiled, "you girl is so interesting. After dinner, you can take as many as you want. We can take as many as we want."

With that, Yang Yunrui explained to Ji Qianbo, "it's not easy for a girl to play with you, take good care of others, take them around at home, and don't get into the study and leave the girls downstairs."

As she spoke, Yang Yunrui gave Ji Qianbo a threatening look. Seeing that Ji Qianbo was helpless and smiling, she turned and entered the kitchen with satisfaction.

"My mother, she......" Ji Qianbo held his fist and coughed in a low voice on his lips. "That's it. You may have to get used to it."

"Miss Yang is so friendly." Jane sang Yu held her hands on her chest and suddenly turned into a little fan sister. "No wonder teacher Ji is so good, because teacher Yang is very good."

"Boasting is very technical." Ji Qianbo was amused by Jane Sangyu. She praised both of them in one sentence.

Considering that Jian Sangyu's husband is a soldier, he is not an ordinary family. Therefore, it is estimated that Jian Sangyu's life circle as a child really grew up around his mother's song.

"Come on, I'll show you around the house." Ji Qianbo pointed upstairs, "do you want to go to my study?"

Jian Sangyu nodded again and again. Ji Qianbo took a step forward and took her up in front of Jian Sangyu.

Jian Sangyu stood behind Ji Qianbo and watched him first support the floor with his walking stick, and then with his sound foot, he lifted it up and stepped on a step. After that foot stood firmly on the step, his whole strength was pressed to that side, and then he lifted his walking stick up, which brought another weak foot up.

At this moment, Jane sang Yu was inexplicably sad.

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