Zhang Shengcheng is back!

Kang Yurong walked towards the hall in three steps and two steps, a small face was red from excitement, a pair of eyes were shining with joy, and even his heartbeat was not as regular as usual.

She didn't know why she was so excited, obviously he always ignored her, obviously he was always sarcastic and sneering at her. However, as the time passed by his departure, her concern for him only increased.

There was no reason, just because he was her husband, the man in her life.

Walking to the door, she touched her hair, stretched her clothes, and asked Chunxiang uneasily: "My hair is not messy, right?"

Haruka smiled and said, "The hair is not messy, and the clothes are fine, so let's go inside." ”

She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and entered the hall. Zhang Shengcheng was surrounded by his grandmother and parents-in-law in the middle of the constant greetings.

She didn't bother them, just stood in a corner and looked at him quietly.

Although he is dusty, he is still elegant and elegant, and the only change is that his youth is gradually decreasing, and his maturity is getting stronger.

Grandma's joy was self-evident, and she said in a trembling voice: "You have been away for so many months, I really miss grandma to death." ”

Zhang Shengcheng held his grandmother's arm and said, "I miss my grandmother too, especially the sugar cake that my grandmother bought." ”

Grandma stretched out her finger and pointed at him and smiled: "Stinky boy, you know how to eat, if it weren't for the white sugar cake, I guess I would have thrown grandma to my heels, right?"

Zhang Shengcheng said: "Grandma, I bought the 'eight kinds of crisp' from Beijing Desheng Zhai, do you always want to eat it?"

It was grandma's favorite, and grandma quickly nodded: "Of course." ”

Zhang Shengcheng couldn't help but laugh: "Ancestor, you know how to eat, if it weren't for this 'eight kinds of crisp', you probably would have thrown me on your heels, right?"

Grandma was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Stinky boy, are you waiting for me here?" After a while, she turned her head to Mrs. Zhang and said, "Your son is good at poor kung fu." ”

Mrs. Zhang smiled pleasantly: "After studying in college for a long time, the more I study, the younger I get, and I will only play poor." ”

Zhang Shengcheng said: "How can there be, mother." ”

Mrs. Zhang naturally didn't really reprimand, she reached out and touched her son's hair, and then touched her son's cheek: "Alas, I'm thin, I'm dark, and I've grown taller." ”

Zhang Shengcheng laughed: "Grow taller, mother, how old am I? How can I still grow taller? It's you, beautiful, handsome, and better-looking." ”

Mrs. Zhang laughed like a flower: "Sycophant." ”

Zhang Shengcheng has a good mouth, and Kang Yurong knows the kung fu of coaxing people. She had seen with her own eyes how he coaxed his grandmother and mother-in-law into laughter, and her father-in-law was such a solemn person, and he was also amused by his words, and even the old housekeeper, the old prince's mother, and the maid and manservant, sometimes they would be amused by him. Only for her, it was as cold as ice.

Looking at the happy scene, Kang Yurong felt bitter in his heart. She really wanted to be in and be part of them. But she didn't dare, because she could predict the outcome of her walk.

After a while, Mrs. Zhang found her and beckoned: "Yu Rong, what are you doing standing at the door?" Come here, Cheng'er is back." ”

She was slightly stunned, and then layers of joy rippled in her heart, and Mrs. Zhang's call seemed to have become the reason and courage for her to go over.

She answered, bowing her head and walking over a little crampedly.