Chapter 9: Bubble Happiness

The marriage of the Ji and Song families has made the status of the two parties in Beicheng another layer stable, and in order to maintain this stability, the old man Ji proposed to hold a family gathering once a month, and the Song family readily agreed.

The 5th of every month is a family dinner day, and no matter how busy Mr. Ji and Song Ruosheng's parents are, they will find time to attend the party.

Today's party has one more person who is usually rare to see - Ji Xunyang's father, her father-in-law Ji Guiyuan.

This Mr. Ji is an idler, ignoring the huge family property, disobeying the orders of Mr. Ji and running all over the world all day long, in order to pursue freedom, he is also estranged from Ji Xunyang.

Counting the time he got married, Song Ruosheng has seen him only a handful of times.

Different from the majesty of Old Man Ji, and also different from Ji Xunyang's coldness, Ji Guiyuan is a gentle and easy-going person, when he sees Song Ruosheng, he will affectionately call her Ruosheng, call her parents in-laws, and there is no bit of a wealthy family.

Although Old Man Ji had a stiff face, it could be seen that he was a little happier about Ji Guiyuan's attendance.

The two elders drank politely during the banquet, exchanging some inconsequential things, and each time they couldn't escape a topic - birth.

Ji Xunyang's generation, he is the only one, and the matter of passing on the family is particularly important. Facing the concern of the elders, Song Ruosheng smiled embarrassedly, she didn't have the final say in creating a person, so she didn't want to get pregnant.

She also had that stupid idea, maybe if she had a child, Ji Xunyang's eyes would stay on her for a while, but the sky didn't fulfill people's wishes, and after two years, her stomach was silent.

She even went to the hospital to secretly check her body, but the results were no problem. She stopped pressing.

Because of Ji Guiyuan's easy-going and cheerful, the atmosphere at the table is much more harmonious than usual, although Ji Xunyang tries his best to reject this kind of occasion, but he can pretend to be, and he has never embarrassed himself in front of his parents. Maybe there is still a trace of goodwill, or maybe it is forced by Old Man Ji.

She looked at her father, who had been drinking for three rounds and his face was flushed, and she could see that he was very happy today, and Old Man Ji also had some smiles on his face.

She lowered her head, put a chopstick dish into her mouth, and chewed silently. I suddenly felt a dull pain in my heart, and the happiness in front of her was like a bubble, if she couldn't hold it one day, it would all come to naught.

After eating, Song Ruosheng accompanied her mother to the garden of the hotel, leaving the men in the box to chat.

In the middle and late April days, the temperature is neither high nor low, so it is perfect to go out for a walk.

Mother Song wore a blue knit with pearl earrings, and the whole person exuded a gentle and gentle atmosphere.

By her mother's side, Song Ruosheng felt that her whole body and mind were relaxed.

"Sheng'er, how is it lately, has your relationship with Xunyang improved a little? ”

When the mother's concerned words came, the tip of Song Ruosheng's nose immediately became sour, but fortunately, Song's mother walked with her head down and did not notice her daughter's abnormality.

She suppressed her thoughts, and her tone seemed normal: "Well, nothing has changed, he is like a rock, he can only work, and it is very boring, but if you want me to leave him, I can't." ”

Mother Song covered her mouth and sneered: "You, you are really a ghost, fortunately, Xunyang is also a decent and good boy, if you change to someone else, you will have to suffer." ”

Decency?

Song Ruosheng felt a little dazed when he heard this word, that's right, in the eyes of others, Ji Xunyang is indeed like a decent person, obsessed with work all day long, and when the two appeared in public together, he also behaved gently and considerately, except for the last banquet.