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The smile on Jian Minghui's face froze instantly, and it was frozen by Jian Yiyang's words.

This eldest nephew has never had a little expression on his face, and whoever he is facing is a thousand-year-old iceberg face. However, he was alone in love with the woman named Chu Qi next to him, and no one wanted to touch her or say a word to her.

"Well, my aunt didn't mean that, my aunt didn't mean that. After the stiffness, Jian Minghui still accompanied Jian Yiyang with a smile.

However, Jian Yiyang didn't even glance at her, and walked directly past her and walked inside.

"Auntie. ”

However, when Chu Qi and Jian Yue passed by her, they greeted her very politely out of politeness.

And the little Xiaomi pot friend who was held in Jian Yiyang's arms stuck out his tongue at her and grimaced.

In the living room, Old Lady Jane was sitting in the right seat, talking to Lan Muge. When he saw Jian Yiyang, there was no expression on his face, but when he saw Chu Qi, who was held in Jian Yiyang's arms, and Jian Yue beside him, there was an obvious displeasure in his eyes.

Yes, the old lady doesn't like the seventh day of the first month. This woman who was protected by Jian Yiyang on the tip of her heart. This woman who has nothing to do with their Jane family, but uses all their Jane's money for food, clothing, and transportation. This woman who doesn't know her identity is haunted by Jian Yi. But on the contrary, she couldn't do anything about Jian Yiyang.

Jian Yiyang's personality can't be controlled by anyone, and he doesn't care about anyone. In his eyes, there is only one unknown seventh day of the first month. Even her grandmother didn't pay attention to it.

Jian Yiyang threw out a sentence: If he is in this family, there will be the seventh day of the first month! Whoever wants to move his seventh day of the first month, who will get out.

Therefore, although no one likes the seventh day of the first month and does not wait to see the seventh day of the first month, no one dares to pull teeth out of the mouth of the tiger of Jian Yiyang.

Jian Yiyang didn't call Mrs. Jian when she saw her. When he saw Lan Muge sitting with the old lady, he didn't even look at it.

He hugged Xiaomi and sat down on the sofa next to him, and let Xiaomi sit beside him.

"Grandma. ”

Chu Qi politely called Mrs. Jane, nodded and smiled at Lan Muge beside him, which was regarded as a greeting. Then sat down next to Jian Yiyang and talked softly with Xiaomi.

"Grandma, Aunt Lan. Jian Yue called the old lady and Lan Muge.

For Brother Lan Mu, Jian Yue didn't call her aunt, but just Aunt Lan.

The old lady looked at Jian Yue with some displeasure, "Didn't your mother teach you what politeness is?"

Jian Yue pursed her lips and smiled: "Grandma, if you are not polite, I will not call people." ”

"You ——!" The old lady glared at Jian Yue angrily, looking like she was eating people.

"Mom, forget it. It's the same name, it's just a name, don't be angry. Lan Muge caressed the old lady and smiled at Jian Yiyang, "It's okay, Yueyue, whatever you like to call it the same." ”

Jian Yue didn't speak, bowed her head and played with Xiaomi with Chu Qi.

In the living room, there was no Jian Mingchao and Fang Jiaming.

Jian Minghui and Fang Jiaming's son Fang Jinqi are holding their mobile phones and playing games on the sofa.

Even Jian Yiyang and the others came in, and the old lady and the others did not pull him back from the game.

Jian Minghui hurriedly walked to his side, pushed him, and motioned for him to hurry up and say hello to Jian Yiyang.

But apparently, he didn't move at all.

Until Jian Minghui twisted his arm heavily.

"Mom, what are you doing!