The old lady held Song Xiang in one hand and Duan Ge in the other. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them.
"When will you get married?"
Song Xiang:???
Her expression tensed up instantly, and she turned to Duan Ge stiffly, signaling him to speak clearly.
Duan Gecai didn't want to make it clear, but he knew Song Xiang's temper and didn't want to stalemate their relationship.
"Grandma, I'm only twenty-four, how can I get married?"
Mrs. Duan smiled kindly and talked to several rich ladies: "This boy is not in a hurry at all."
When the ladies nearby saw Song Xiang's expression, they knew that she was not a girl from a wealthy family. Looking at Mrs. Duan's face, they naturally knew how to speak.
The ladies changed the subject, and the old lady stopped talking for the time being. She just held Song Xiang's hand to prevent him from leaving.
Song Xiang took the prepared bracelet and said very modestly, "I didn't know what you liked before I came here. Don't mind if I didn't prepare well."
The old lady was born in poverty and had no problem with her eyes being raised above her head. When she saw Song Xiang preparing gifts, her face was filled with smiles.
"This child is really sensible. Our family is very lucky."
Song Xiang laughed twice, his back was covered with sweat, and the old lady could only hold his hand.
Several ladies followed the old lady's words and took turns to praise her. The atmosphere in the room was so good that Song Xiang was afraid that the old lady would hold her hand and go out to introduce her.
While she was struggling, a servant came knocking on the door.
Mrs. Duan walked over and listened to the servant whispering.
"Mr. Yan is here. Sir, please go down with the young master."
Song Xiang didn't hear anything, but his nerves were sensitive, so he caught the word "Mr. Yan".
Duan Ge, like her, frowned when he heard the word "yan" and stood up suddenly.
The old lady didn't know why, "Xiao Duan?"
Duan Ge frowned and looked at his mother, "Mom, go ahead. I'll stay with grandma."
Mrs. Duan glared at her son, turned around and leaned down in front of the old lady, saying softly: "Mom, a big shot is coming. Please let Xiao Duan go down to the sky."
When the old lady heard about the big shot, she was unambiguous and quickly patted Duan Ge's hand.
"Get down quickly, don't keep your dad waiting."
While talking, the other hand was still holding Song Xiang.
Duan Ge's face changed slightly with anger, and he turned around with a sullen face, not forgetting to remind Song Xiang: "Wait until I come back."
Song Xiang's legs felt uncomfortable squatting, and she forced a smile on her face, "Okay."
Duan Ge followed Mrs. Duan downstairs.
The old lady and a few rich ladies were the only ones left in the room. Song Xiang noticed that although these women were still talking to the old lady, they were obviously distracted.
The word "Mr. Yan" really carries a lot of weight.
Song Xiang wasn't sure if it was Shun Han, but he was inevitably flustered and almost lost his mind while talking to the old lady.
"Xiao Duan has a bad temper and is a good boy. You will bear with it."
It's over, this tone is basically talking to my grandson's wife.
Song Xiang, who was both big and tall, replied tactfully: "No, Duan Ge has a good temper. It's rare to have such a friend around me."
The old lady didn't understand her hint and kept laughing, "The relationship is so good."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Old lady, it's time for us to go out," someone reminded.
Mrs. Duan remembered it and quickly said that she was forgetful. While greeting everyone, she took Song Xiang's hand and walked out.
Song Xiang panicked and wanted to withdraw his hand, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain it later.
However, the old lady seemed to really like her, holding her hand the whole time and walking down the stairs together.
Song Xiang took a look in the hall and immediately recognized someone's back.
To be precise, the focus of the audience was not on the old lady, but on the man who suddenly appeared like Song Xiang.
Duan Xiangtian is the middle-aged man who bought a car with Song Xiang that day. He changed into a suit today, but he still couldn't hide his simplicity. He accompanied Yan Han and looked like a subordinate.
Song Xiang didn't even dare to raise her head, and her mind was spinning. Just when she was about to finish the last step, she pulled the old lady's hand.
"Grandma, I'm a little inconvenient and want to go to the bathroom."
The old lady didn't think much and quickly let go, "Let's go quickly. Do you know the way?"
Song Xiang nodded repeatedly, finally reined in his horse, and retreated before entering everyone's sight.
She avoided the crowd, walked slowly backwards, and successfully entered the corridor.
call--
Scared to death.
She patted her chest and looked around. She didn't know the layout of the villa, so she could only walk around casually.
Lan Lan disappeared the moment she entered the door, so she was almost ready to succeed.
Song Xiang sent a message asking Lan Lan to protect herself without making sacrifices.
Unexpectedly, Lan Lan gave her a sweaty expression in return, and the meaning was very obvious.
Song Xiang was helpless and felt that he was a little bit mentally ill, preventing others from performing in front of professionals.
She put away her cell phone and was a little hesitant about where to go.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels came from behind.
"With your status, it's easy to find your way to a place like this."