Jing Jiaren immediately understood why.

I'm afraid it's this guy's hand, so she said how could it be revealed just after sending the message.

"Thank you."

Jing Jiaren took the initiative to walk up to Huo Tingxiao and wrote these two words in the palm of his hand.

Huo Tingxiao looked at the back of the little woman going downstairs and felt that his palms were itchy.

Jing Tang only paid two-thirds of the equity in the end, and Jing Jiaren didn't force it anymore, she didn't plan to ask for all the things at once, and she had to grind slowly to deal with an old fox like Jing Tang.

In the evening, the family sits together for dinner.

It was the first time they had sat together, but the whole scene was not as festive and lively as the usual homecoming people. Jing Tang had just been cleaned up by his daughter, and his face was blue all night. Wang Zhilan and Jing Jiaxue only suffered a loss in the morning, and they had something to do in their hearts, so they didn't have so many words.

Only Jing Jiaren and Huo Tingxiao were the most natural at the whole dinner table, and while the two were eating, Jing Jiaren also served Huo Tingxiao dishes in a good mood to express her gratitude for the afternoon.

She lost her usual pretense of promise and coldness, and brought some of the movements and temper of a little woman, which made Huo Tingxiao look at it several times.

The two of them were eating as if no one was around, and the vague tacit understanding between their gestures made Jing Jiaxue jealous and about to go crazy.

However, there was still nothing to say during the banquet, and it was quiet, when Jing Jiaxue, who was pinching her nails opposite, suddenly stood up.

She took a bottle of wine from in front of her and poured three glasses.

Jing Jiaxue had already changed out of her daytime clothes, her whole person was much gentler, and her gestures were not so presumptuous, and she also respectfully toasted Jing Jiaren and Huo Tingxiao at this time.

"Sister, brother-in-law, Jiaxue is young and ignorant, which makes you unhappy, this glass of wine is Jiaxue's sister and brother-in-law, today is a good day for you to go back, don't be unhappy because of me, forgive Jiaxue for her willfulness."

She took the initiative like this, and her posture was also very good, Wang Zhilan and Jingtang both looked at the two.

Jing Jiaren paused, took the wine glass and took a sip, Huo Tingxiao also hummed, took the wine glass and drank it.

Seeing the two of them drinking, Jing Jiaxue patted her chest very coquettishly.

"I finally drank it, and I thought my sister and brother-in-law didn't forgive me!"

No one paid attention to her, only Wang Zhilan was smiling like a flower next to her.

"How can you not forgive, your sister and your brother-in-law are so generous, they won't care about you."

"Alright, let's eat."

The dinner table returned to its previous state, but this time it was different from just now, Wang Zhilan's mother and daughter seemed to have opened the talking gate, talking and laughing, and they seemed to be a lot happier than just now.

I don't know what to be happy about.

After the meal, the atmosphere of the family was not good, and they sat down and chatted, and they dispersed.

Wang Zhilan arranged for the maid to tidy up the room, and by the way, asked the two of them how to sleep.

Jing Jiaren thinks that this person is really lazy to act, ordinary people must live together when they return to the door, and they will actually ask their daughter and son-in-law how to live.

Anyway, everyone was too lazy to act, and Jing Jiaren simply didn't pretend, so she asked for a guest room and went straight to rest.

Huo Tingxiao didn't speak and entered another room.

Behind them, Wang Zhilan and Jing Jiaxue glanced at each other and were happy.

It was night, Jing Jiaren took a bath and cleaned up, and was ready to lie down in the quilt to sleep.

But she kept an eye on it, and didn't go to the guest room that had been cleaned before, but went back to her own room, the small single room before she got married.

She always felt that Jing Jiaxue's neuropathy would not stop so easily.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Jiaren, who was asleep, felt like she was pressed with a heavy object, she was overwhelmed by the pressure, and opened her eyes with difficulty.

In the darkness, a pair of deep eyes were exceptionally bright, different from the cold and ruthless during the day, and at this time the eyes were filled with blazing flames.

It was actually Huo Tingxiao.