After rebirth, she doesn't lick, and the boss Kuku slaps her in the face

Sunday.

Jiang Ximeng usually stays at home all day and gets up very late.

Breakfast is almost the same time as everyone's lunch.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ximeng was washing up.

There was a knock on the door. "Xiao Xi, there are guests coming downstairs. Remember to come and say hello later."

Lin Meng went to the third floor to find Grandpa Jiang, and passed by the second floor and reminded Jiang Ximeng.

"it is good!"

The weekend is also Mr. Jiang’s only day off every week, and his friends often come over to chat at this time.

As long as Jiang Ximeng is at home, she will go downstairs to say hello.

After drying her hair, she found a red dress from the closet.

This skirt was bought by my mother last year. It is just above the knee and has a simple and elegant style.

But she was stubborn at that time and wore light-colored clothes every day. She would not touch clothes of such bright colors.

The reason was that she wanted to imitate the intellectual and generous Xu Xinrou.

Tan Yan always avoided her but treated Xu Xinrou very gently.

She naively thought that Tan Yan liked that kind of gentle beauty and tried to change herself.

As a result, he turned himself into a weird monster.

Ugh……

Jiang Ximeng rubbed his forehead.

She was also quite crazy at that time.

She thought that by changing the way she dressed, she could change Tan Yan's attitude towards her.

Tsk!

Why does my head feel like it was scratched by the wings of an airplane?

After adjusting the hem of her skirt, she couldn't help but lift up her heavy chest...

cut!

Jiang Ximeng has good looks and a good figure, and the people who pursue her are...

Um... although, there are not many...

But she's also very pretty, okay?

She was so stubborn before that she insisted on hanging herself on a crooked tree!

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"Don't think that I have lived in seclusion for a long time. I have also heard about this big production. With Hengyu's ability, the release of the film will definitely set off a wave of enthusiasm. I am looking forward to the finished product produced by your company."

Grandpa Jiang looked at the person sitting opposite him on the sofa with a smile in his eyes.

As for how the script was bought, he had also heard about it, which was very much like something Tan Yan would do.

Tan Yan was a child he had watched grow up, and he could tell from a young age that he was a ruthless person.

He went to the Tan family many times and saw the father and son fighting.

He was probably just over ten years old at that time, not very tall and thin.

But even such a person managed to beat Tan Ming so hard that his head was broken and bleeding.

It’s not that beating elders is something worthy of praise.

This Tan Ming is really a bastard!

Not caring about his son, his wife was angered to death.

Even if it is a business marriage, this should not be done. It is too conscienceless.

The reason why their Tan family has become so powerful is closely related to the Cheng family, which only has one daughter.

Tan Ming was really cruel. He took advantage of Cheng An Ning's death and the grief of the two elders of the Cheng family to seize control of the Cheng family's company in one fell swoop.

The two elders were so angry that they were admitted to the hospital.

Fortunately, they have a grandson, Tan Yan, so they have something to think about and are able to live to this day.

Tan Yan picked up the teacup on the table and said modestly, "Grandpa Jiang, thank you for the compliment."

Mr. Tan took a sip of the tea in the cup, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face, "Hey, Old Jiang, your tea is not as good as Xiaoxi's. It's not even close."

He came over specially to drink the tea made by Xiaoxi, but unexpectedly, Old Jiangtou was reluctant to wake up his granddaughter and insisted on making it himself.

It is normal for children to like to stay in bed, so he thought about waiting for a while, but the old guy insisted on showing off his skills.

This craftsmanship...is really not that good!

It’s so unpalatable!

Jiang Ximeng happened to walk to the corner of the second floor and heard Grandpa Tan's complaints. He didn't see anyone, but his voice came down first, "Grandpa Tan, my grandfather has been studying hard recently. Please be patient. When he learns well, he will be able to make delicious tea."

The girl spoke in a brisk tone with an upward ending, a playfulness that Tan Yan had not heard in a long time.

Once upon a time, he disdained it.

But now, I can't wait to listen...

"Xiao Xi is awake?"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Tan. If I had known you were coming, I would have gotten up early."

As Jiang Ximeng spoke, she had already stepped towards the first step of the stairs.

She was wearing a long red dress, her skin was fair and smooth, her waist was slender, and her waist-length black hair fluttered as she walked down the stairs.

Her every frown and smile reveals her charm, and her every move reveals her amorous feelings.

She has always been beautiful and eye-catching.

Tan Yan raised his head and stared at Jiang Ximeng.

His thumb and fingertips gently stroked the white porcelain cup in his hand, circling the rim of the cup.

When she saw Tan Yan, Jiang Ximeng hesitated for a moment, and then walked lightly to the sofa as if she hadn't seen him.

There was a smile in her beautiful eyes, "Hello, Grandpa Tan."

"Okay, okay, come and sit down." There were more wrinkles at the corners of Mr. Tan's eyes.

He likes this junior the most. Not only is she pretty but also sweet-spoken. Most importantly, he has watched her grow up, so her character must be impeccable.

He really wanted the child to become his grandson's wife, but his own grandson was not willing to do so.

Are the eyes growing on the head?

If he can't even look down on me like this, he must be going crazy!

However, there is still something strange about today's grandchildren.

Mr. Tan was used to coming to the Jiang family on weekends, and every time he asked Tan Yan if he wanted to come along, he would refuse.

After a long time, I stopped calling him.

I don’t know what was wrong with him today, but he asked to come here on his own initiative.

"Thank you, Grandpa Tan."

Jiang Ximeng was pulled by Mr. Tan to sit next to him, and opposite her was Tan Yan.

Tsk!

Why did this guy come uninvited?

Not really. Didn’t he refuse to come when we invited him before?

Are you having a seizure today?

"Tan...Brother Yan..."

The two of them were so close, it would be awkward for her not to say hello, so she spoke.

The name he hadn't heard for a long time made Tan Yan dazed for a moment.

It was as if they had returned to the past, and she was still following behind him, calling him Brother Yan affectionately.

He couldn't help but rub the rim of the white porcelain cup in his hand a few more times before turning his eyes to stare at Jiang Ximeng.

There was an unspeakable meaning in his tone, "Well, long time no see."

ha?

I saw it the day before yesterday.

Tan Yan lost his memory?

Jiang Ximeng was too lazy to pay attention to him. She picked up the tea set on the table and started making tea for everyone.

The men in the Jiang family love tea, so there is no coffee table in the middle of the sofa in the hall on the first floor, but a large tea table.

Pressing the boil water button, she began to weigh the amount of tea leaves.

The process of making tea requires great precision and attention to detail.

For example, the choice of tea sets, the amount of tea leaves, water temperature, time control and other aspects.

Every step needs to be carefully adjusted to make good tea.

This was the first time Tan Yan saw Jiang Ximeng making tea.

Watching her slender white fingers moving among the tea sets, every move exudes an indescribable tranquility.

She used the three-finger method to pour soup, with her thumb and index finger holding the wall of the cup and her index finger pressing the lid button.

The slender fingers performed this movement extremely gracefully, and my eyes could not help but follow the fingers.

It was not until a new teacup was handed to him by these hands that he looked away awkwardly.

Tan Yan put down the porcelain cup in his hand that had become warm, and raised his hand to take it.

The teacup is not big, so fingers will inevitably touch during the handover process.

The pair of white, tender and delicate little hands seemed to tremble and quickly withdrew.

Tan Yan lowered his eyes slightly, "Thank you."