"I like He Jiayong, but you forced me to marry Thomas Joe because of that economic crisis. Later, the crisis was resolved, and we agreed to get married and divorce. All this has nothing to do with He Jiayong and Zhou Xiyue! Since my birth, I, Mingxi, lived to this moment, and everything I have done can be brought to the sun!" Mingxi raised his hand and said.

The old man glanced at Mingxi lightly again, still in the calm tone: "Look at you, why are you so excited? You are so old, and your temper will not change. How can you be someone else's mother-in-law in the future?"

When Mingxi heard this, his anger disappeared.

"There is nothing else, I'm worried about how to talk to Jiayong. In recent years, he has treated Jing Xin as his own child. He suddenly asked Jing Xin to marry her daughter. I'm afraid he can't make a turn."

Mr. Ming sneered and broke a cold water: "I haven't even said one word yet, but you're thinking far."

"...This is the truth." Mingxi sighed secretly and cursed Ming Jingxin from the bottom of his heart when did this guy catch Yibao? He is addicted to being a brother, right?

·

Ming Jingxin and He Yiyi talked about Mr. Ming's situation while walking side by side towards the parking lot. While speaking, they suddenly sneeze twice.

"Huh? Someone scolded you?" He Yiyi asked happily.

Ming Jingxin was injured and raised her hand to hold her heart and asked, "What's your expression? You can't care about me? What if I caught a cold while sleeping on the plane?"

"I'm sneezing. One is because someone thinks, two is because someone scolds, and three is because I have a cold." He Yiyi said, taking the lead in getting into the car.

Ming Jingxin handed the suitcase to the security staff and then got into the car.

After he sat down, He Yiyi handed over a cup of milk tea: "No, someone who wants to catch a cold, hurry up and have a hot milk tea."

"Well, the little girl cares about people. Not bad." Ming Jingxin took the milk tea cup and took a sip, frowned and asked, "What kind of milk tea is this?"

"Papaya milk tea... seems to be breast enlargement? Sorry, I kept thinking about Su Li on the way here, so when I bought the milk tea... I bought the wrong one." He Yiyi hid back with a wicked smile, without any apology on her face, and her curved eyes were obviously clamoring: I did it on purpose on purpose!

"..." Ming Jingxin raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and he knew! How could this girl be so kind?

"Well, this milk tea is suitable for you." Ming Jingxin handed the milk tea cup to He Yiyi's hand, "Drink while it's hot, don't waste it." As he said, his eyes glanced at someone's place, and then bowed to the small refrigerator to get a bottle of drink.

He Yiyi was so angry that she wanted to pounce on her and bite someone.

"What to eat tonight?" Ming Jingxin took a sip of the iced drink and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

"I lose weight, you can do whatever you want." He Yiyi said angrily.

"It's still reduced? I'm afraid I can't even hold on to a person if I reduce it?"

"Ming Jingxin!" He Yiyi shouted loudly.

"Well, I'm here." Ming Jingxin and Fengyun smiled lightly.

"Get out of the car!"

"Okay, stop making trouble. Sorry, huh?" Ming Jingxin reached out and grabbed He Yiyi's little claw that was lit by his nose.

Hum? Well, you hammer! He Yiyi wanted to pull her hand back, but failed.

"I heard you bought "The Taste of Hometown"?" Ming Jingxin turned He Yiyi's attention away with one sentence.

"Well. Director Zhang Li is good, and Teacher Ye Zhen has invested in it. The original planning of this show is also quite good, just to make up a few rat shit."

"So, Mr. He is convenient? How many artists in Xingyao need to show off their new works and expose their traffic."

He Yiyi bounced her nails and said leisurely: "Hey, I just started my business and have a hard time. Mr. Ming doesn't like the low notice fee, so let's come."

"So, I'll give me two places in the next issue?"

"Which two big names are they?"

"Mo Zichen is about to hold a national tour. Before the show, let him relax on a slow variety show. As for the other... I'll consider it again."

"Huh? Aren't you coming?" He Yiyi asked in confusion.

"I'll think about it. There are some things to deal with in the past few days. Besides, Mo Zichen and I should go separately."

He Yiyi knew this was a very pertinent suggestion, and Mo Zichen was recently a big hit in "Song of Time". He was in the same frame with him in "The Taste of Hometown", so he should be able to raise traffic to a higher level.

"No problem." He Yiyi agreed with a smile, as if she had seen the money flowing into her pocket.

"Go to the old man later? My grandfather asked me to bring something to the old man. My mother also told me to go and pay tribute to the old man first when I come back." Ming Jingxin held He Yiyi's hand, as if she forgot to let go.

"Okay, I haven't been to see my grandfather for several days." He Yiyi wanted to call the old man, but suddenly found that her hand was still being held by someone, so she suddenly tried hard and pulled her hand back.

"...I was shocked!" Ming Jingxin complained.

He Yiyi flattened her mouth, suddenly leaned over to his ear, and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry!"

"Well, this volume - I don't have to worry about not being able to hear it after I was seventy." Ming Jingxin rubbed his ears.

"After the age of seventy, I think far away." He Yiyi suddenly remembered what she saw in her dream. Ming Jingxin was old alone, and felt a little uncomfortable. She also covered up her head and turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window, took out her cell phone to call He Yueting.

"Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as a child." Ming Jingxin said leisurely.

"Ahhhh! You are young! Your whole family is young."

"Well, my whole family includes you. If I remember correctly, we are in the same household registration book."

"Ahha?" He Yiyi was surprised and didn't care about the phone call he dialed out. She turned her head and asked, "Really?"

Ming Jingxin looked like she believed it or not.

"Hey? Hey?! Is it Yiyi?" Old Master He's voice was full of energy, and he could feel his excitement through the phone.

"Uh, grandpa, it's me."

"Yiyi, what's the trouble of calling grandpa?"

"No, I just picked up Ming Jingxin and went home for dinner later."

"Ah... OK, OK! I'll call Mrs. Lan to prepare immediately." Mr. He agreed repeatedly, and called Mrs. Lan before the phone was hung up.

"Grandpa, have you eaten? Otherwise... it's not trouble. Let's find a place to eat before going back..."

"No trouble! I haven't eaten yet! You come back and eat with me! I'll wait for you, that's it!" The old man hung up the phone after saying that, as if he was afraid that He Yiyi would go back on his word, not giving his granddaughter a chance to say no.

·

He Yiyi and Ming Jingxin returned to the small building of the Conservatory of Music to accompany Mr. He for dinner. He Jiayong got the news immediately. So he packed up his things and rushed over, one step ahead of his precious daughter and cheap son.

"Oh, I'm thinking about your wife, so I hurried over and inquire?" He Yiyi saw He Jiayong and said nothing before her mind.

"What are you talking about?" He Jiayong looked at Ming Jingxin embarrassedly, "Your grandpa summoned me by a phone call!"

He Yiyi quickly filled up smiling faces and nodded repeatedly: "Oh! The old man feels sorry for you now being alone, so he asked you to go home for dinner, right?"

"You are so young, you are so stupid!" He Jiayong glared at his precious daughter, then looked at his son: "Jing Xin, your grandfather's health is fine, right?"

"I'm out of danger, don't worry, Uncle He. My mother still has to deal with some family affairs and will not be able to come back a few days later."

"Ah, don't worry, there will be a music exchange meeting in a few days, and I'll go to Europe and the United States for a walk."

"In this way, you should be able to come back with my mom."

"Let's talk about it." He Jiayong smiled concealedly and greeted He Yiyi again: "Go and wash your hands! It's time to eat! In order to wait for you two to come back for dinner, the soup was hot again."

He Yiyi went to wash her hands and came out to go straight to the dining table.

Ming Jingxin first took out the gift from Mr. Ming to Mr. He. After seeing it for Mr. He, the three of them sat down with a smile.

"Eat, are you hungry?" Mr. He smiled and picked up a big shrimp for his granddaughter, and added another chicken leg for Ming Jingxin.

"Come on, let's welcome Jing Xin and want some wine." He Jiayong said, picking up the decanter and pouring some red wine for his old father first.

"Uncle He, I'll do it." Ming Jingxin hurriedly took the decanter and poured wine for He Jiayong.

He Jiayong suddenly remembered the joy, turned his head and asked He Yiyi: "By the way, I heard that your company is going to rent a house for the signed actors? Is there any such thing?"

"It seems... it's true. The dormitory that Qianhua rented for them before has expired, so I thought about finding two villas with strict properties for them to live in. What's wrong?"

"Wait." He Jiayong got up and went to the entrance to get his bag. After sitting down, he took out a bunch of keys from the bag and put them on He Yiyi's hand. "This is the villa you used to. Since you need a house, take it back and use it."

"You bought the villa on Holiday Greentown?" He Yiyi asked in surprise.

He Jiayong shook his head and said, "It was your aunt who bought it. But she was afraid that you would be unhappy at that time, so she didn't tell you. After buying it, she gave me the house book and the keys."

"No wonder the house was not even replaced after it was sold. I wonder who bought that house and invested in it for appreciation." He Yiyi flattered her mouth, raised her glass and said to Ming Jingxin: "Thank you for me, I will send her money back when I turn around? I'll ask the finance department to calculate the market housing prices for the appreciation of this time..."

"Stop!" Ming Jingxin picked up two slices of tender bamboo shoots and put them in He Yiyi's bowl, interrupting her: "Family, why are there so many troubles? Or, you didn't treat me and my mother as your family in your heart?"

"Where is it... it's your idea, you did it with the help of your aunt?"

Ming Jingxin sighed helplessly: "You ask grandpa to judge: Do the family have to be so clear? At that time, I was afraid that you would settle the accounts, so I didn't tell you."

In front of the old man, He Yiyi couldn't say anything else.

Speaking of which, from Zi Buyu's acquisition, to the subsequent Yin Ya, more than half of the shares of MS, and the investment of "Blue Blood", it is really difficult to calculate the account between her and Ming Jingxin.

He Yiyi decided to follow the good deeds and nodded, "Okay, Zhou Qinglan's set also paid for the debt to my name. These two townhouses were divided into dormitories for men and women artists."

"Come on, have a drink!" He Yueting raised his glass and suggested, "You are not allowed to leave today! You have to stay here."

"Dad, I will definitely stay here today." He Jiayong touched his old father, raised his head and took a sip of wine, "I'm still alone when I go back, so why don't we guys get together for a companion."

"Who cares about you!" The old man turned his head and asked He Yiyi: "Yiyi, you won't leave tonight, are you?"

He Yiyi wanted to say that there were still many things to deal with, but looking at the old man's earnest gaze, he nodded and said, "Well, I won't leave. I still want to eat the almond porridge made by Aunt Lan."

Mrs. Lan smiled and said, "The old man just called me to buy almond powder today! It's just right to cook almond porridge tomorrow morning."

He Yiyi smiled and raised her wine glass and said, "We are all busy these days. Aunt Lan has taken care of my grandfather. I'll give you a glass."
To be continued...