The huge living room is simply decorated, without too complicated and luxurious design, giving people a very spacious and bright appearance.

Four or five people sat on the sofa, casually eating fruit and chatting.

At a glance, I saw Song Qianwen's mother Zhang Dan sitting on the sofa facing the entrance of the corridor, with wavy head, big red lips, and a black tunic home suit made of silk fabric, casually crossing Erlang's legs, listening to others with a smile.

The moment Ning Lang walked in, Zhang Dan glanced over here.

That fleeting edge was like a flying knife cutting through the void, following Ning Lang's eyes and suddenly piercing into his heart.

Ning Lang's heart rhythm couldn't help but be chaotic, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and tried his best to stabilize it.

It is true that I made a lot of preparations before I came, and simulated the confrontation with Zhang Dan many times in the teaching simulation of the game system.

But when I really saw the real person, I found that the fart was useless.

Teaching cannot make a person's heart strong, and a strong heart must be supported by a deep foundation behind him.

Just like Zhang Dan, his gestures are so natural and decent.

I don't know if she can do this in front of more powerful people, but at least in the face of Ning Lang, who has no confidence, her aura is more than enough.

"Hello elders. ”

Song Qianwen led Ning Lang into it and said hello.

"Hello aunt, hello elders. ”

Ning Lang also said hello to her, maintaining a stiff smile on his face, but fortunately, it looked relatively natural.

"Yo, Qianwen is back?"

A middle-aged woman with short hair sitting opposite Zhang Dan turned her head, then stood up and greeted warmly.

Her gaze naturally swept over Ning Lang, and Quan didn't see it, so she ignored it directly.

This is Song Qianwen's aunt, Song Ping.

Like Zhang Dan, she is also a strong woman in the workplace with a successful career, runs a supermarket chain, and is doing well.

It's not that a family doesn't enter the door, anyway, in Ning Lang's eyes, these two women are not easy to mess with.

Next to Song Ping, there was also a middle-aged fat uncle in a suit and a punk girl.

The fat uncle is Song Qianwen's uncle Liu Yun, and the punk girl is her cousin Liu Keer.

The latter raised his head curiously when he heard the movement, glanced at Ning Lang, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Am I not good to patronize and say hello to the elders?"

It's just that the sound is so small that no one can hear it, and then he continues to play the game with his head down with a blank face.

Uncle Liu Yun smiled and nodded.

Ning Lang also reciprocated with courtesy, and his heart was slightly settled.

At least not everyone is hostile to him.

After looking around, I haven't seen the figure of the future father-in-law.

"Come and sit down, your father went to court, it is estimated that he can come back before noon, and it doesn't matter if he can't come back." ”

Zhang Dan's two hands were naturally on the junction of his lower abdomen and legs, and his body was half leaning on the sofa, looking lazy and calm.

Except for the sharp glance when she entered the door, her gaze never stayed on Ning Lang for half a second.

Even Song Qianwen just casually pointed to the empty seat next to her after saying hello.

"That's where the gift goes. ”

Song Qianwen lowered her voice, motioned for Ning Lang to put things behind the sofa, and then led him to sit down.

The atmosphere of the scene became a little delicate.

Obviously, it was quite lively before, but it fell silent in an instant.

Sitting in this, Ning Lang also felt at a loss, socializing and enlivening the atmosphere was indeed not his strong point.

Fortunately, Song Qianwen has been sitting next to him, and the two of them are talking with each other, so they don't feel too embarrassed.

Unlike her future mother-in-law, her aunt Song Ping's gaze swept over this side several times.

I saw her eyes change a few times, and suddenly spoke, "Xiao Ning, what is your birthday?"

"Ah, I'm at the end of August. ”

Ning Lang hurriedly smiled.

Unexpectedly, Song Ping slapped her face in surprise after hearing this, "Ah, at the end of August, I remember that Qianwen seems to be in February!"

"A Virgo, an Aquarius, this ......"

She seemed to be in a deep groan, but in fact, she shook her head twice meaningfully, and said with a serious mouth, "This is inherently incompatible." ”

"Do you have a lot of contradictions when you get along?"

"Yikes!"

Song Ping's drama was very sufficient, and before anyone else could respond, she slapped her face in shock, and then raised her jaw without thinking, "Xiao Ning, you are at the end of August, and you are older than Qianwen, our Qianwen is a dog, that is to say, you are a chicken, how can this work!"

Her face was full of worry, "Chickens fly and dogs jump, chickens and dogs are restless, chickens and dogs are thieves, chickens and dogs are broken, these are not good words, you two...... You two ......."

"None of the zodiac signs and genus phases are compatible, how can this be done? As an aunt, I am very worried about you. ”

Ning Lang watched her emotional performance in a daze, but the crampedness in her heart was gone, and she suddenly wanted to laugh.

Song Qianwen's pink lips pursed slightly, "Auntie, what age is it, you still believe in constellations and zodiac signs, do you want to calculate whether the eight characters are compatible for us again?"

Song Ping suddenly looked like he hated iron and steel, "Look, look, today's young people don't believe in these things left by the ancestors of the East and the West." ”

"I can tell you, these are well-founded and reasonable, not indiscriminate. ”

"Uh-huh, I know, thank my aunt for mentioning it, we'll pay attention when we get along. ”

Song Qianwen didn't speak yet, but Ning Lang opened her mouth and replied on the side.

The former looked back at him in surprise, then gave a thumbs up imperceptibly and said, "Good job." ”

She remembered that every time Ning Lang came to the house, she would face a lot of verbal criticism, and she was said to be red-faced several times, and finally ran away.

So she will also try to reduce the number of times her boyfriend comes to the house.

The two have been dating for six years, working underground for the first three years, starting from the first time they met their parents in the fourth year, and the number of times Ning Lang came to the house was only a handful.

If Zhang Dan hadn't issued an ultimatum today, she would definitely have been able to push it.

Unexpectedly, Ning Lang, who was still nervous before, seemed to show a different posture than before.

responded tepidly like this, but Song Ping had nothing to say, so she just nodded, "Okay, what you are an elder is a reminder, you just need to take it to heart." ”

From beginning to end, Zhang Dan did not speak.

It is precisely this that puts pressure on people, the more you don't speak, the more aura you have.

Her eyeballs didn't glance this way all the time, and it was only after Song Ping finished speaking that she said something else.

In an instant, the two women began to talk about clothes, cosmetics, skin care products, where the spa is better, where private health care is better, and other lofty topics.

In the meantime, the nanny at home came to serve the fruit plate several times, and she sat awkwardly until noon, when Song Qianwen's father was finally late.

Song Lian walked in with a briefcase in a suit.

He was long and well-proportioned, and his smile was elegant and gentle, without the sharpness of his daughter-in-law.

As soon as they appeared in the living room, Song Ping's family immediately stood up and turned around to say hello.

And Zhang Dan finally sat up slightly and said with a smile: "Are you back?"

"Well, what are you doing standing? Sit and leave me alone. ”

Song Lian walked over with a very friendly smile, handed the briefcase to the nanny, and looked at Ning Lang and Song Qianwen who were standing on the side and said hello, "Coming?"

"Well, hello uncle. ”

Ning Lang took the initiative to speak.

"Yes, the lad is a little more energetic than before, haha. ”

Song Lian patted him on the shoulder with a smile and sat down next to Zhang Dan.

The latter casually asked, "Is the trial going well?"

"Well, it's okay, Mom and Dad, haven't they arrived yet?"

"Arrived, got a massage upstairs. ”

Although Zhang Dan is strong, she still shows a different appearance from others in front of her gentle husband.

"Okay. ”

Song Lian nodded, looked around, and asked with a smile, "Are you all hungry?"

"Haha, it's okay. ”

"It's okay, I'm hungry, Qianwen, you go and call your grandparents to come down for dinner. ”

"Good. ”

Song Qianwen looked at Ning Lang worriedly, and the latter looked up and smiled at her, "I just haven't seen my grandparents for a long time, I'll go with you." ”

"Hmm. ”

The two stood up side by side and stepped out of the living room.

Song Lian looked at their backs with a smile and shouted, "Call down that bastard boy from Jin Xin too." ”

"Got it. ”

Song Qianwen replied from afar.

And Ning Lang understands that eating is the beginning of the positive situation.

As for just now, it didn't even count as an appetizer, because Zhang Dan hadn't opened his mouth yet.