Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

"Madam is back." The servant bowed his head and greeted with a smile, "It's almost ready."

"Well done, you guys go to work first." Ji Xiaoqing nodded with satisfaction and said kindly.

The servant stood up straight, polite and friendly, and said hello: "Hi Coach Lin."

"Hello, I've been in a lot of trouble today."

Lin Weiwei also responded hastily, and couldn't help feeling nervous, walking to the sofa with the same hands and feet.

Ji Xiaoqing smiled lightly and pressed her down, and ordered the servants to prepare the tea, but she didn't see her little ghost, and asked, "Where did the bag go?"

"The master is teaching the young master calligraphy, and he said that the calligraphy is like a person, so you must practice it well." An older servant smiled kindly, and added, "Mr. is rushing back."

Holding the teacup, Lin Weiwei looked surprised, and suddenly realized that this was not the family meal she had imagined.

She grabbed Ji Xiaoqing's clothes, covered her small mouth with her hands, and whispered, "Just be ordinary, and forget it if you can't make it back."

"How can I forget it? Our whole family is very grateful to Coach Lin. I'll make a phone call to remind you." Ji Xiaoqing shook her head, her eyes flickered with anger, and said solemnly.

After Ji Xiaoqing finished speaking, she took out her mobile phone and walked out.

Lin Weiwei pursed her cherry lips tightly and adjusted her mentality. It was just eating, which was a trivial matter.

"Sister, why do you have to call me here urgently?" At this moment, Ji Mingyou frowned, walked slowly into the hall, and asked unhappily.

As soon as Ji Mingyou moved his eyes, he caught sight of Lin Weiwei who was stunned, looked him over, and asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

"Sister Xiaoqing said to invite me to dinner, so I came." Lin Weiwei stood up slowly, confused by the situation in front of him, and replied blankly.

Sullenness flashed across Ji Mingyou's eyes, guessing that Ji Xiaoqing probably did something wrong, he searched for her figure.

"Sir is back."

A tall and strong man came striding forward, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, bronze skin, and asked heartily: "Little brother-in-law, why are you standing outside and not going in?"

"Go and ask my sister." Ji Mingyou looked indifferent, rolled his eyes coldly, and was very dissatisfied with this party.

Lin Weiwei looked at the strange man in front of him, stood up, and asked doubtfully, "This is it?"

The man was bold, shook hands with her, and said, "You are Coach Lin, right? I'm sorry for your trouble. I'm his father, and my name is Zhang Mingjie."

"Mr. Zhang, the bag is very good."

Lin Weiwei suddenly felt as if he was surrounded, and puffed up his cheeks regretfully.

Ji Xiaoqing came out from one side, and seeing that everyone was present, she greeted, "Call them out, and we're ready for dinner."

When they were seated, Ji Xiaoqing pulled Lin Weiwei to change places, forced her to sit down, and smiled, "You just sit here, you're welcome."

Lin Weiwei could only sit obediently as if there were two mountains on his shoulders.

Ji Mingyou, who was next to her, had already figured out what she was thinking, and looked at her displeasedly, warning his elder sister not to do too much.

Ji Xiaoqing realized that it was too deliberate, made a cheering gesture, and immediately left.

"You can feel her nonsense, so my brother-in-law can bear her." Seeing that she was very restrained, Ji Mingyou stared straight at the cookie on the table, put it in front of her, and took the initiative to find a topic.

"Thank you."

Lin Weiwei looked at the cookie in front of him, grabbed one and put it in his mouth: "Miss Xiaoqing is fine, I didn't expect it to be a family reunion."

She took another cookie, and the mellow aroma of chocolate filled her mouth, which just relieved her tension.

Ji Mingyou smiled lightly, and unconsciously put all the desserts on the table in front of her.

"Auntie, I'm late." Zhang Baobao took an old man's hand, walked over with small steps, and jumped onto the chair.

Lin Weiwei's eyes widened, he couldn't help being choked, covered his mouth, coughed hard, and immediately shook his head in denial.

She coughed until her face turned red, and Baobao didn't know how to restrain herself when Ji's family members were all there.

Ji Mingyou frowned, picked up the water glass and handed it over, and said in a low voice, "Take your time."

For Lin Weiwei to be a guest at home, even grandpa would come over, which was unexpected to him, but he also didn't want to see her make a fool of herself.

Mr. Ji saw it all in his eyes. He had heard Baobao mentioned many times a long time ago. After looking at it carefully, with the majesty of a superior, he said in a deep voice: "This is Coach Lin, we dote on Baobao too much. I want you to worry too much."

Lin Weiwei got up politely and thoughtfully, his eyes were shining like stars, and he said with a smile: "You are welcome, the bag has brought a lot of fun to my work."

"Isn't that right?" After speaking, Lin Weiwei turned his head to look, and stretched out his little pink fist and asked.

Zhang Baobao stood up, tacitly touched him with his small fist, and snorted, "Of course."

Mr. Ji saw the eye contact between the two of them. Seeing that Lin Weiwei's eyes were clear and he had a good impression of her, he nodded.

With his belly sticking out, under Ji Mingyou's warning eyes, he changed his title, and deliberately dragged the end of his voice: "Coach Lin knows Taekwondo and is smart again. Bao Bao likes her."

Zhang Baobao took the opportunity to praise Lin Weiwei in various ways, talking non-stop with his small mouth. This rounding up is to meet the parents, and he needs to work harder for his uncle.

Lin Weiwei was embarrassed by the praise, and took the initiative to fight for the right to speak: "Baobao still has the strength to win the competition spot."

"That's not what Coach Lin taught well." Ji Xiaoqing looked at the small dessert plate in front of her, and said with relief, "It's because my younger brother understands Coach Lin's habits, and working together is really different."

No dishes were served on the long table, and there was nothing in front of the others, and all the pastries were swept away by Ji Mingyou.

Lin Weiwei looked at the desserts in front of him dumbfounded, and silently pushed them away.

"It's just taking care of the guests." Ji Mingyou realized later, touched the tip of his nose, and said lightly.

Mr. Ji's deep eyes flashed with light, he put down his teacup, and asked in surprise, "Coach Lin works under Mingyou?"

He watched the children around him grow up, and there were only a handful of people Ji Mingyou could care about. It was really strange that he cared so much about an outsider.

"No, it was my younger brother who offered it." Ji Xiaoqing became interested, and when she clapped her hands, her eyebrows seemed to fly.

"Maybe it's his age. My brother treats Coach Lin differently." Ji Xiaoqing covered her mouth and chuckled, knowing that the old man was also anxious about this, and hinted frantically.

Lin Weiwei was stunned, the cookie in her hand fell down, she just wanted to have a quiet meal, why is it so difficult.

She quietly glanced at Ji Mingyou at the side, and saw that his expression was indifferent, his eyes were like unfathomable black holes, as if they could suck away people's souls, and she couldn't find out what he was thinking about.

She looked away, Ji Mingyou probably didn't want to get involved with her.

Lin Weiwei lowered his head and took a sip of water. He felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was disgusted, he moved his body quietly.

Seeing her actions, Ji Mingyou felt as if something was missing in his heart, raised his eyes irritably and said, "Have you started eating yet?"