Before my grandfather died, he forced me to marry the richest man in the imperial capital

The night is thick, the stars are sparse, and the mirror-like moon hangs high in the sky, looking lonely but not alone.

The originally dark house is now brightly lit, like daylight, and it is a little more popular.

Familiar lights, familiar houses, and familiar roads, but the state of mind is different, and the people around me have also changed.

Thoughts drift away, memories, emotions, sadness, and happiness all invade my mind at the same time, and I don't know which one has the upper hand.

Suddenly there was a broad hand on top of her head, gently stroking her hair, her voice was gentle and low, "Here we are, get out of the car."

She replied in a low voice, feeling really happy to have family members lighting the lights for you, slightly bent her lips, "Okay."

Xu Mingkai was miserable, and sighed as he watched Ji Shao and the young mistress enter the house holding hands, while he went to the trunk to get gifts. Ji Hancheng bought a lot of things, including supplements, ingredients, fruits, and gifts.

It's just that he is a porter.

Xu Shi heard the commotion in the courtyard, and two people rushed out of it, undoubtedly Mrs. Zhang and Xiaomei, both of whom were wearing bibs.

Mrs. Zhang wiped her hands on both sides of the bib, and walked towards them. The corners of her mouth were almost cracked to the back of her ears. She glanced at the big and small things on the ground, and blamed, "Why do you buy so many things?"

Ji Hancheng took Tang Junyao by the hand, greeted him politely first, and said naturally, "Godmother."

He has an innate sense of oppression on his body, even if there is no chill on his face, it is not easy to get close to him. Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang was a little uncomfortable and nervous, and she stammered, "Hey, okay, okay , I... I will take it together."

Tang Junyao's other free hand hurriedly grabbed Mrs. Zhang to stop her, "Godmother, hold Lele, I'll take it with him."

She could see that her godmother was uncomfortable, and she didn't blame Ji Hancheng. This person looked like this, and he was not easy to get along with. When she first lived in Yuyuan, she also felt that he was not easy to get along with, so she didn't blame her godmother. idea.

Regardless of whether the godmother is comfortable or not, she is Lele's savior, and she must give her a strong support for the elderly, which she will not change.

After speaking, he gave the little grapefruit in Ji Hancheng's arms to Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang hadn't seen the little guy for several days, and she was so happy that she completely forgot about the feeling of oppression.

As soon as Xiaomei saw Ji Hancheng, she became frightened, and her whole body exuded an aura of not being close to strangers. Every time she was frightened, she dared not say a word, so she hid far away, lowered her gaze, and tried her best to find something Do it, she quietly walked to Xu Mingkai's side, quietly helping to carry things together.

Xu Mingkai saw that she was small, so he handed her something lighter, and kindly reminded, "You should carry these, make a few more trips, you don't need to carry them all at once."

Then he turned around and said to Ji Hancheng and the others: "Ji Shao, young mistress, you go in, I will bring these things in with Xiaomei."

Ji Hancheng glanced sideways at Xu Mingkai, his eyes darkened, and quickly replied: "Yes."

Tang Junyao, who wanted to help in the next second, was led into the courtyard.

As soon as she entered the room, she could smell the fragrance of the food. She took Ji Hancheng's hand behind her back and pulled him to the dining room. A long-lost memory arose.

Her face was filled with happiness, satisfaction, and joy.

All the changes in her expression were caught in his eyes. She was still in the car in a daze before entering the door, and now she is waiting for dinner like a child. These are the most authentic expressions.

This is the most real her, full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Two years ago, he felt that her sense of satisfaction was fake, and he could see a satisfied smile on her face when a bowl of pickled vegetable noodles was brought out. Now he feels that this simple life is very solid.

He read an article a few days ago, and he agrees with a saying that choosing the right wife is the top investment for a man, which makes sense now that he thinks about it.

He looked around. The building of this house is relatively old style, mostly made of wood. The wooden door seems to smell a faint woody fragrance, which makes people feel warm and friendly. There are calligraphy and paintings of some ages on the walls. It can be seen that the old man is a person with a strong cultural atmosphere. All the decorations reveal the precipitation of time and the baptism of the years. The old man should also be a more nostalgic person.

This kind of house is full of years and memories everywhere, every place seems to have a story buried, no wonder she never came back after the old man left, no wonder she didn’t come back to live here even if she left, she would rather borrow Su Yu's house.

It's just that there was a trace of doubt in his heart, he squinted his eyes and looked around, trying to find an answer, but for a moment, it seemed that he suddenly understood.

Tang Junyao happily went to the kitchen. When he was free, he sent a message to Han Yue. After sending the message, he put his phone in his pocket, as if he hadn't done anything.

The main seat was always vacant, and no one sat there. That seat was the exclusive seat of Mr. Tang, and the bowls and chopsticks were also put up. Mrs. Zhang sat next to the main seat, followed by Xiaoyouzi, Tang Junyao, and Ji Hancheng. .

Xu Mingkai and Xiaomei stood on both sides waiting, not daring to sit down.

Tang Junyao turned her head to Ji Hancheng beside her and said, "Let them sit down too."

In Tangzhai, when grandpa was still there, sister-in-law Wu and sister-in-law Zhang sat down to eat together, and grandpa never treated them as nannies.

Having been in contact for so long, Ji Hancheng understands their way of getting along, which is different from Ji Zhai, so naturally he doesn't object, nodding in response, "Sit down."

After dinner, Xiaoyouzi was taken away by Mrs. Zhang, and she played downstairs with Xiaomei and Xu Mingkai.

Tang Junyao took Ji Hancheng's hand up the stairs, and when she reached her room, she put her hand on the doorknob and waited for a few seconds before opening it, stretched out her index finger and pressed the switch on the wall, instantly the dark room was extremely bright .

The furnishing and layout of the room can be seen at a glance, it is very simple, but why is it princess style?

The walls are pink, even the carpet is lotus root pink, and the curtains are light pink. This style?

It seems that it doesn't match her personality and her usual clothes. I remember that when I was in Yixinyuan, her room was also decorated in cool colors.

Tang Junyao glanced at the man who was full of doubts and frowning, and laughed out loud, "Do you think this style is a bit out of touch with me?"

Ji Hancheng was not hypocritical, nodded honestly, put his arms around her waist and explained, "I don't think you are not a woman, it's just that your personality and the things you usually like are not this pink and tender, it is difficult for me to integrate you with pink." Together, if it’s Hee Hee, I can still understand.”

She didn't struggle, and let him hug her, looked up into his eyes and replied, "Actually, grandpa wants to make me a little princess, but I'm not a little princess, so how could I become one? It's just grandpa's wish." , I don’t want to refuse, so I like it every time. Grandpa may think that I like pink, so I haven’t changed it. Even if it feels old, I still changed to pink. After a long time, I got used to it. Treat yourself as a little princess."

Where does she have the chance to become a little princess, she is a child without a mother at school, and will always be reminded by several people, your mother jumped off the building and died, you don't have a mother, your father doesn't want you anymore.

A few people saw that she neither retaliated nor fought back, and felt that she was being bullied, so she always attacked her. It's not that she couldn't fight back, but she was afraid that if she fought back, she would be called a parent, so that grandpa would be known. She didn't want grandpa to be sad, to be Always cover your face tightly when hitting.

Every time she was beaten, she would go home hiding her injuries, for fear of being discovered by her grandpa, and would hide in her room and cry secretly in the dead of night, but whenever she saw pink, her mood would be inexplicably better, comfort herself, she Still a little princess at home.

The next day, nothing seemed to have happened. I went to school as usual and greeted my grandpa happily and said goodbye.

Noticing her depression, the confusion in her eyes, and her daze, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips, and asked tentatively: "Do you want to sleep here at night? The past is over, and what you expected is as you expected willing."

You won't have the pain you suffered before, and I will help you carry it in the future.

Her gloomy mood was broken up by a kiss, and she smiled slightly, "Can you accept this style of painting, can you sleep?"

Ji Hancheng pinched her small nose, "You can fall asleep, but I can't sleep, look down on me?"

"No, forget it, let's go back to Yixinyuan. The bed in this room is not as big as Yixinyuan. It can't sleep three people. It's getting late, so I won't bother my godmother."

"Alright, sleep in my house that night, you show me your boudoir, and I'll take you to the lonely man's room."

Tang Junyao: "..." How could he be lonely.

Either climbing the wall or disguised as a woman, having fun, where is the loneliness?

In the end, she still couldn't stand his soft and hard feelings, and agreed to sleep with him at night.