Zhang Jun took the shoes from the shopping guide, and said with a sigh: "Mr. Shi, I didn't expect your acting skills to be so good, in front of the old lady, your face did not change at all." ”

What acting skills are good? This is his true colors!

Shi Jingchen glanced at Zhang Jun and walked forward with a faint expression.

Zhang Jun carried a large bag and a small bag, and also followed.

The last thing the four of them went to was a private restaurant, and under the guidance of the waiter, they entered an antique box together.

The décor is very distinctive, quaint and luxurious.

All the way over, Song Xi'er held Grandma Shi's hand and chatted with her, but she didn't pay attention to Shi Jingchen.

After the last quarrel, they didn't talk to each other again, of course she didn't expect Shi Jingchen to apologize, but she was angry in her heart, and it was impossible to act as if nothing had happened.

Although Grandma Shi chatted happily with Song Xi'er, she didn't know that the two of them had an awkward quarrel again.

As soon as she arrived at the box, she began to arrange her seats, "Xiaoyun, you sit here." ”

"Sister An, you sit first." Song Xi'er asked Grandma Shi to sit down, how could there be a reason for her to sit down first as a junior.

Grandma Shi squeezed her eyes at Shi Jingchen and motioned for him to come over.

Shi Jingchen walked over obediently, with an expression of obedience to the arrangement, "Sister An? ”

Grandma Shi pointed to the seat next to Song Xi'er, "You sit here." ”

Shi Jingchen sat next to her? Song Xi'er pursed her lips, and was about to leave as soon as she turned around, but was unexpectedly held down by Grandma Shi's hand.

She was stunned for a few seconds, before Grandma Shi got sick, she also matched her son and daughter-in-law like this?

"Sit down, sit down, couples who love each other will sit together!" Grandma Shi's face showed a hint of majesty.

Song Xi'er glanced at Shi Jingchen, only to see that his expression was faint and he looked casual.

Zhang Tezhu didn't know what happened between the two of them, so he hurriedly said, "Secretary Song, you just sit down." ”

He smiled, his eyes seemed to say, how honorable it is for you to sit with Mr. Shi~

After the two sat down, Shi Jingchen began to order and handed her the menu, "Look, what do you want to eat?" ”

Song Xi'er glared at him, he actually spoke so naturally to her?

What happened that night was a dream of hers?

No, no, absolutely not, it must be that Shi Jingchen didn't take that incident to heart at all.

The more she thought about it, the more angry Song Xi'er became, took the menu, didn't even look at it, and handed it to Grandma Shi, "Sister An, look at what you want to eat." ”

Zhang Jun on the side was a little surprised when he saw this scene.

Song Xi'er is here, making a temperament to the president?

He looked away and glanced at Shi Jingchen again, even more surprised.

Not only is Mr. Shi angry, but there is still a hint of a smile in his eyes?

Is he presbyopia?

No, there must be something between these two!

In the box, except for Song Xi'er and Shi Jingchen, they secretly competed, but because grandma and Zhang Jun were sometimes there, the atmosphere was quite happy.

Soon, the dishes with all the colors and flavors came up one by one.

Grandma Shi ate happily, but she was not at ease with the two young people next to her.

She suddenly thought of something, and opened her mouth to Shi Jingchen: "Hong'er, you can help me serve a bowl of soup." ”

Shi Jingchen immediately stood up, quickly filled the soup, and was about to hand it to his grandmother, but grandma said, "It's not for me, it's for Xiaoyun." ”

When Song Xi'er heard the roll call, she raised her head suddenly, and met Shi Jingchen's handsome eyebrows, she hurriedly waved her hand: "No, Sister An, I'll come by myself." ”

Grandma Shi grabbed Song Xi'er's wrist and asked her to sit down with peace of mind, "Don't worry, you don't have to come by yourself." I don't just want him to serve you soup, I want him to feed you with his own hands! ”