"Madam, the young master and Miss Yu are here."

Uncle Zhong's respectful voice came, and Mrs. Rong also raised her head.

- Rong Ji happened to lead Shi Miao in.

The ten-fingered hand made Mrs. Rong feel a headache inexplicably, but she tried her best to hold back her emotions, and even squeezed a smile on her face, "Coming?"

Rong Ji only hummed.

Mrs. Rong looked at Shi Miao again, "I asked Rong Ji to bring you back for dinner before, and he has been delaying until today, you won't blame him, right?"

"No, it won't."

"That's good, I specially asked someone to prepare your favorite food tonight, and rest here at night after eating."

Before Shi Miao could answer, Rong Ji had already said, "Let's go back after dinner."

"But I've made it ......."

"I still have business to attend to."

Rong Ji's attitude was very tough, but Mrs. Rong smiled unmindfully, "That's okay, what do you need to deal with, Shi Miao will stay here, I'll ...... it."

"No, she has to be with me."

Under Rong Ji's words, Mrs. Rong's smile slowly disappeared.

Rong Ji didn't care about her, only looked at Uncle Zhong, "Let the kitchen prepare a little light porridge and vegetables, San'er is pregnant, and she can't eat too greasy."

Uncle Zhong looked at him, and then at Mrs. Rong.

In the end, he could only answer, and then turned to go out.

After Mrs. Yung pursed her lips, she suppressed this breath and said, "It's all right, naturally your decision is the most important."

Yung didn't say anything more.

When it came to the dining table, he also personally helped Shi Miao serve the soup.

Mrs. Rong looked at his considerate and attentive appearance, and her eyes couldn't help but get a little colder.

Then, she suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Shi Miao, it's your wedding in a while, and the invitations have been printed, do you have any friends over there who need to be invited?"

Her words made Shi Miao pause, and then shook her head.

"Didn't you? How is that good? I looked at the list, and all of them are from our Rong family, don't you even have any relatives or friends over there?"

Shi Miao lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Rong Ji frowned and looked at Mrs. Rong.

The latter didn't seem to feel his emotions, and said, "By the way, don't you have a friend surnamed Gu? What is it called? Gu Ye, is it?"

After Mrs. Rong's words were finished, her eyes slowly fell on Rong Ji's body.

His face sank visibly, and the corners of his lips tightened.

"Invite him along." Mrs. Yung smiled and said, "After all, this is your wedding, once in a lifetime."

Shi Miao looked at Rong Ji.

The latter had already put down his chopsticks and said, "If you want him to come, come ahead."

His mood seemed to be calm, but it was his own son after all, and Mrs. Yung could see at a glance his clenched fists and undulating chest.

The smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly deepened.

The subsequent dinner also went "smoothly".

But after Mrs. Congrong suggested that Gu Ye attend the wedding, Rong Ji's mood began to be bad.

After getting into the car, it was even more silent and scary.

Shi Miao noticed, but didn't bother to pay attention, just turned his head to look out the window.

"Wedding, do you want to invite Gu Ye?" Rong Ji finally couldn't help but say.

Shi Miao paused, and nodded again.

Rong Ji looked at her and suddenly smiled, "You must have thought about inviting him a long time ago, and then said it through my mother's mouth, right?"

Shi Miao only asked, "He's my friend, can't I invite him?"