It seems that everything is developing in a good direction, except for Ji Yuyan's parents' unclear attitude.

Because he had never heard Ji Youyan ask himself about writing letters, Ji Changsong also conveyed to himself the meaning of meeting through his subordinates. Jingxiu guessed that Ji Changsong had no intention to let Ji Youyan know that they were in contact. Considering Ji Youyan's relationship with his parents, he hesitated and hesitated, but Jingxiu didn't tell Ji Youyan about it.

In late March, Jingxiu took a two-day vacation and flew to Yanzhou as scheduled.

She stood at the door of Ji's house, her face as calm as usual, but her heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of her chest. She settled down and rang the doorbell without flinching.

Within a few seconds, there were footsteps answering the door.

Jingxiu's heart lifted unconsciously. She watched the door open little by little, and a man's face appeared behind the door.

The man looks like Ji Youyan in three parts, with a refined appearance and a deep line between his eyebrows, which looks like he is often frowning, which is very commensurate with his serious and dignified appearance.

He seemed to be looking at Jingxiu, and after a few seconds he said, "Miss Jing? Please come in."

Although he was very dissatisfied with his daughter's liking of women, Ji Changsong had to admit that Jingxiu was really outstanding just by looking at her appearance. She was the kind of temperament that their family admired.

Jingxiu showed an appropriate smile, walked in with a gift, and politely said, "Uncle, just call me Jingxiu."

Ji Changsong was noncommittal, Zhong Qingyu greeted him from the living room, Jingxiu was just about to say hello, when he saw a figure appearing behind Zhong Qingyu, the greeting instantly blocked his throat.

She recognized at a glance that it was the man with whom Ji You had a childhood sweetheart - Lu Fang.

"Ms. Jing, I am Yan Yan's mother." Zhong Qingyu's expression was flat, and she could not hear her emotions.

"Hello, Miss Jing, I'm Yanyan's friend, Lu Fang. I happened to come over today to visit my uncle and auntie." Lu Fang smiled and stretched out his hand to Jingxiu.

Jingxiu smiled slightly.

Knowing her relationship with Ji Youyan, but she still let Lu Fang appear on the day she came to visit, Jingxiu had a hard time believing that it was just a coincidence. She didn't know what medicine Ji Changsong and Zhong Qingyu sold in the gourd, but her heart sank and her whole body calmed down.

She hooked her lips, calmly reached out and shook Lu Fang gently, and introduced herself, "Hello, Jingxiu, Yanyan's girlfriend."

Lu Fang's smile froze, and Ji Changsong and Zhong Qingyu's faces turned black.

Jingxiu passed the gift to Ji Changsong and Zhong Qingyu without looking at it: "I don't know what uncles and aunts like, a little gift, I hope uncles and aunts don't dislike it."

Ji Changsong and Zhong Qingyu didn't reach out to pick it up, and said lukewarmly, "Miss Jing is too polite. I was taken care of by Miss Jing before being hospitalized, and I haven't thanked Miss Jing yet."

Jingxiu couldn't hear their gratitude at all. But she didn't care, and said gently: "Uncles and aunts are too polite. Yanyan's parents are also my parents. Isn't there a saying in China that a family does not speak two languages?"

Arrogant, too arrogant, Ji Changsong's face completely sank. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Fang saw that the atmosphere was not right and said, "Miss Jing, uncle and aunt, let's come in and sit down and talk."

Zhong Qingyu looked at Jingxiu and Ji You with the same determination, sighed, and said softly, "Miss Jing, come in and sit."

Jingxiu nodded, looked at Ji Changsong calmly, and asked silently. Ji Changsong frowned and walked to the coffee table in silence, a gesture of giving way.

Jingxiu followed and placed the gift at the foot of the coffee table.

"You sit and chat for a while, dinner is almost ready." Zhong Qingyu brought the fruit plate.

Lu Fang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, Ji Changsong glanced at him, and Lu Fang stopped again.

"Do you want to drink tea?" Ji Changsong asked himself and answered: "You French, do you prefer coffee? Chinese culture and French culture are different after all."

Jingxiu calmly picked up the hot water kettle on the coffee table, and said while heating the tea cup, "I like coffee, and I like tea too."

Her movements are skillful and elegant, and she obviously knows this way well. Ji Changsong was a little surprised.

"Although there are some differences in culture, many things are in common and have nothing to do with culture." Jingxiu said in his words: "For example, taste, but also emotion."

Ji Changsong tore open a packet of tea leaves and handed it to Lu Fang, asking Lu Fang to brew it. "Xiao Fang, come and try it, you brought it to me last time."

He deliberately used an intimate attitude towards Lu Fang to make Jingxiu feel his dislike for her by contrast. Jingxiu naturally noticed it, she curled her fingers slightly, suppressing the feeling of being humiliated, and she looked pleasant.

"I think cultural differences are still related." Ji Changsong said coldly: "For example, the French cultural atmosphere is warm and romantic, freedom and fraternity are written on the French national emblem. French parents are influenced by this, and naturally they are also cheerful and unrestrained. Children. But in Chinese culture, this is not necessarily good. If parents really care about their children, they will never be able to indulge them like this.”

Is this mocking her parents for not ignoring her? Jingxiu said softly, "I think this still has nothing to do with cultural differences, nor with nationality. It only has to do with the inability to distinguish between respect and connivance, care and control between parents who do not recognize each other."

Obviously meant something, Ji Changsong was choked by her eloquence.

Lu Fang changed the subject and said, "Ms. Jing's Chinese is very good."

Jingxiu couldn't tell whether he was sincere or mocking, so he said without hesitation, "It's for the sake of speaking."

Her psychological quality is better than Ji Changsong's imagination, and her personality is completely different from Ji Youyan's stubborn pride. Ji Changsong feels uncontrollable and doesn't want to fight her psychological warfare in circles.

"A Song, the water pipe in the sink seems to be blocked." Zhong Qingyu suddenly ran out of the kitchen with wet hands and complained.