After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

"Is it delicious, Young Master?" Mrs. Jing asked with a smile.

Yan Tingjue took a few mouthfuls of rice, looked up and said, "It's delicious."

"Isn't our little Wan's craftsmanship great?"

"Well, great."

"Then eat more."

"Thank you grandma." Yan Tingjue lowered his head to cook, and let go of his superior posture.

Jing Wanwan glanced at him silently, feeling contemptuous in her heart: Dog, why haven't I seen you eating so deliciously before?

After eating a meal, each has its own thoughts.

Mrs. Jing took Jing Wanwan's hand and said to Yan Tingjue, "You support your grandfather, let's go to the living room and sit and chat for a while."

"Okay." Yan Tingjue looked at his grandfather.

Old Man Yan curled his lips and stretched out his hand reluctantly.

"Boy, come and help me."

Yan Tingjue resisted the urge to hate him, and walked over to help him.

The old man Yan was in such a good mood that he leaned his whole body on his grandson.

"Boy, you should thank me."

Yan Tingjue glanced at the people at the front of the dining table, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, this is not at Yan's house, please restrain yourself."

"Tch, asking you to say thank you is harder than asking you to die."

Yan Tingjue patted the old man on the back, "Grandpa, don't be skinny."

The old man Yan curled his lips, and the grandpa and grandson whispered: "There is a limit to what I can do, you have to seize the opportunity yourself."

Yan Tingjue leaned closer to his grandfather's ear, "I'm really curious, why did you ask Mrs. Jing to help?"

Mr. Yan bumped him with his elbow, "Work hard, don't let my regrets fall on you."

"understood."

"Come, come and sit." Mrs. Jing took Jing Wanwan to sit down with one hand, and patted herself on the other side.

Yan Tingjue sat down without hesitation.

Mrs. Jing grabbed his hand and put it together with Jing Wanwan's.

Jing Wanwan subconsciously wanted to pull out her hand, but she heard her grandma say, "Xiao Wan, listen to grandma."

She frowned, but didn't take out her hands, and asked grandma to fold their hands together.

"Grandma is not afraid of being laughed at by you, I miss the best love."

Mr. Yan sat alone on the side, and when he heard this, he subconsciously looked towards the dining room. Seeing that the rest of the Jing family hadn't come, he felt a little more relaxed.

Mrs. Jing didn't look at Mr. Yan while she was talking, she patted the overlapping hands of the two children and looked at the ceiling.

"I'm old, and if I miss it, I miss it. I don't want you to miss it."

Jing Wanwan had already guessed the past between grandma and old man Yan, she didn't feel that grandma's words were inappropriate.

"Grandma, thank you for telling me this so sincerely."

Feeling the heat of Yan Tingjue's palm, she panicked and withdrew her hand quickly.

Rubbing his hands against the fabric around his waist, he looked down at the coffee table.

"But my situation is different from yours."

"Xiao Wan, our situation may be different, but some people missed it, so..."

"Grandma, I'm going to cut some fruit to eat."

After Jing Wanwan left, Mr. Yan said to Mrs. Jing, "Don't be too anxious about their affairs. Xiao Wan is more sensitive now. Don't ruin your relationship with her."

"I have my own measure." Mrs. Jing let go of Yan Tingjue's hand and looked at him seriously.

Yan Tingjue felt the pressure from his elders.

"Don't be complacent, kid. I'm not partial to you. For a boy as good as Lie Xing, she must have no other thoughts. That only shows that she still has a little bit of you in her heart."

Yan Tingjue sat upright, rubbed his hands together and said, "Thank you. "

"I'll help you get a chance right now. Once you do something that hurts Xiao Wan again, you won't come to our house from now on."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Jing glared at Mr. Yan, "You are the same."

Old Man Yan smiled helplessly, "Okay, if he hurts Xiao Wan again, we won't bother you anymore."

Mrs. Jing nodded, "Boy, here are four words for you: Act cautiously."

"it is good."

"Old man Yan, I'll call my old man, let's go play in the backyard."

"it is good."

Yan Tingjue was curious about what his boring grandpa was playing with other old couples.

Looking around the backyard, I saw three elderly people with a clear division of labor serving the flowers and plants.

Fertilizing, watering, weeding.

Back in the living room, it happened that Jing Wanwan came back with a fruit plate.

"Where did grandpa and grandma go?"

"The three of them went to play."

"Oh." Jing Wanwan put the fruit plate on the coffee table, "When are you leaving?"

"My grandpa told me to wait for him. His driver is on leave."

"Oh." Jing Wanwan glanced at him, "You came to my house today just to eat?"

"It wasn't originally, but it was later."

"Then why did you come to see me?"

"You haven't sent me those two design drawings yet."

Jing Wanwan was stunned for a moment, "I forgot, I will send it to you later."

"The signing document is in the car. I want you to take a look and sign it if there is no problem."

"It's just two design drawings, you can just give me the money."

"Okay, what price do you want?"

Jing Wanwan turned her head to the side, propped her forehead and thought for two seconds, "One-time buyout, 100 million per piece."

"Wanwan, you may not have underestimated yourself." After saying that, Yan Tingjue took out his mobile phone and logged into the mobile bank to transfer money.

He put down the phone, and the phone in her pocket rang.

"The money has been transferred, check it out."

"Oh." Taking out her phone and opening the incoming SMS, Jing Wanwan was a little confused.

"President Yan, do you feel that you have too much money recently and want to give it away for charity?"

"Wanwan, it's because your design is so good."

Jing Wanwan: "..."

"If you don't believe me, you can show your two blueprints to your elder brother and see how much he is willing to pay."

"Okay, I'll go now!"

Jing Wanwan got up and walked towards the dining room.

"Wife, what do you think is the situation with parents? They have been married for decades, and they are all in their eighties. Why are their arms turned outward?"

Jing Rufeng looked sad and indignant.

Bai Yuehua took two sips of the fruit juice, and said calmly: "Old man Yan is so pitiful, my parents just pity him."

Jing Rufeng: "What are you doing with the three of you, Xiao Wan?"

"That's right, grandpa and grandma are really too much!" Jing Wuzhen said.

Jing Wuwei and Jing Wujie said in unison: "Why don't you abuse your grandparents?"

"You're looking for death! Those are my parents, your grandparents!" Jing Rufeng glared at the third and fourth child, "Our Jing family has always abided by our duties, respecting the old and loving the young. If you dare to contradict your grandparents, you will wait Get the hell out of the family tree!"

The eldest, second, third, and fourth of the Jing family looked at their father speechlessly.

Jing Wanwan listened, then walked in, touching her earlobe.

"Brother, I'll show you two paintings."

"What painting?" Jing Wuling stood up and walked over.

Jing Wanwan entered the mailbox of the mobile phone, conveniently made the two design drawings into attachments and sent them to Yan Tingjue, and then opened them to Jing Wuling.

Jing Wuling took the phone and looked at it for a few seconds, his expression changing unpredictably.

"Your blueprint?"

"OK."

"Already sold to Yan Tingjue?"

"OK."

Jing Wuleng swallowed, "Why don't you show it to me first?"