After learning that Jiang Su was adding fuel to the fire on Weibo, Ji Tang sent him a thousand-character text to scold him in the form of a text message. His finger was about to click to send, and the caller ID of the Song family came in on the lit screen.

Her index finger bent and she hesitated for two seconds before answering.

The butler at the old house spoke very slowly, just saying that tonight was a family dinner day, and she hadn't come to the Song family for a while. Mrs. Song prepared her favorite dishes and came here if she had time.

The scenes must be nice, and you won’t force yourself if you don’t have time.

It’s not that Ji Tang couldn’t tell the other person’s intentions, but he had to take time even if he didn’t have time.

She hung up the phone politely on the surface, frowned and thought, thinking that the family dinner day was coming from, I was afraid it was a Hongmen banquet.

Perhaps Su Yu saw that her face was not right, and asked weakly next to him: "Miss, what's wrong?"

Ji Tang said whether he smiled or not: "No matter what, I must suppress my popularity tonight and use Shengyu Media's official blog to clarify this fictitious thing, otherwise you may be able to see how wealthy ladies have become penniless little pity..."

The daughter-in-law of the Song family does not need to make her debut by her beauty, but just maintain a perfect and decent image outside. In addition, she would occasionally attend top parties and show off her face, and do a charity to add glory to her husband's family as a storefront.

In this regard, Ji Tang has done a good job in three years of marriage, and the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been in harmony.

It was too late for her to go home to change her conservative cheongsam that her elders liked, so she had to borrow an ordinary brand suit from Su Yu and put it on her shoulders, covering her snow-white back, and mop the length of the black star-skirt with the hem, so she had to carry the skirt when she got off the car.

Back at the brightly lit Song family house, Ji Tang saw the useless Song Xingyuan holding a plate of grapes, pleasing Mrs. Song, sweet-mouthed, and mouthed sweetly, and the aunt was so young and beautiful. I would be fine if it were my mother.

Ji Tang had a perfect smile on his face, but he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. If Mrs. Song gave birth to such a prodigal waste, she would probably not be able to sleep well at night.

Her slight high heels sound gradually approached, which also attracted everyone in the living room to see him.

Song Xingyuan also saw that he was holding his grudges about his pocket money being deducted, and said first: "My sister-in-law is successful now and is dressed like a female star."

Ji Tang seriously suspected that he was a fool and did not care about it. He kept a smile and looked at Mrs. Song: "Mom, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm late."

Mrs. Song always looked dignified. Her eyes stayed on Ji Tang for only a few seconds, and then moved to the small suit on her shoulder. She said nothing, but just told the butler to have dinner.

"Let's have a meal."

When Ji Tang saw that there were only a few people in the Song family’s old house, he said that it was a family dinner and the daily order was not considered a day.

Just as she was confused, her thick eyelashes raised slightly and saw someone walking down the stairs.

Song Yumo was actually in the Song family, wearing a light gray suit, and her upright figure was particularly soft against the wall lamp. A slender woman walked down from the side.

Ji Tang's eyes only stayed for a second, subconsciously moved away, reacted and looked over again.

...

At the dining table, Mrs. Song sat in the main seat, and the younger generations sat in turn.

Song Xingyuan was very terrified and wanted to sit in the closest place to Mrs. Song. Fortunately, the location was empty, so you could sit there.

When Ji Tang walked over, he saw that there was already someone in the seat next to Song Yumo. He didn't say anything, and pulled open the chair opposite and sat down calmly.

Invisibly, she and Song Xingyuan were sitting on the side, with an empty space between them.

Mrs. Song gracefully sipped the tea handed over by the female housekeeper and said, "Qingye has just returned to China tonight, and she didn't have time to inform you in advance. They are all their own family, so eat something casually."

Jian Qing is also Mrs. Song’s niece and Song Yumo’s cousin.

Ji Tang had contacted her three years ago and knew that she was helping Song Yumo run the auction house abroad. A very few would return to Beicheng. She finally understood that it was no wonder that Mrs. Song said it was a family banquet, but did not call other Song children.

Ji Tang instinctively didn't like to contact this woman. It was not that Jian Qing was better than her to coax her elders. But when she first met, Jian Qing looked at her like she was looking at a product, and her words were definitely not as friendly.

As soon as Mrs. Song finished her words, Jian Qing also stopped accurately in the small suit that Ji Tang put on her shoulder for a while, and asked Song Yumo on the side with a smile: "Did you not give Miss Ji money? You can wear such an inequality brand on your body. Sure enough, there is still a gap between wealthy families."

Ji Tang didn't go to see what Song Yumo was reacting. She raised her eyes and looked straight at Jian Qing, who was provoking.

Song Xingyuan looked at him excitedly, almost cheering: Fight quickly!

Jian Qing also smiled softly, but saw Ji Tang flexing his lips and talking, but there was no smile in his dark eyes: "I don't care what I wear when I come from here. Anyway, they are all surnamed Ji, and my husband's surname is Song."

Her words meant something, and Jian Qing couldn't hear anything.

The entire Song family is afraid that Jian Qingye's identity can only be Mrs. Song's niece, because her biological father is unknown and her mother is a vegetable. She was taken back by the Song family since she was a child and raised as a daughter. Over time, she also regarded herself as the surname Song.

Seeing that the two were about to arguish, Mrs. Song frowned, and the female housekeeper next to her quickly interrupted and brought the cooked Buddha to jump over the wall.

Ji Tang slowly drank the soup. During the previous quarrel, she also glanced at Song Yumo's from the corner of her eyes. As a result, his dull expression did not fluctuate at all, as if he was blocking himself from the world and hearing nothing.

Seeing this look, Ji Tang was annoying. Seeing Jian Qing also showed her attentiveness to Song Yumo, she rolled her eyes secretly and didn't know how many times she rolled her eyes.

No one took the initiative to say a few words next. Instead, Mrs. Song cared about her niece and asked Jian Qing two or three questions, which made Song Xingyuan rarely have scandals with some female celebrities outside.

In short, it was not Ji Tang's turn.

Ji Tang had already prepared for a long time, but it was not yet time yet.

Mrs. Song will give her face to her daughter-in-law and will not question anything in front of the Song family.

When the dinner was over, Mrs. Song said gently to Ji Tang before going upstairs: "Come on, mom will talk to you."

Ji Tang stopped drinking the soup slightly, and soon put down the spoon as if nothing had happened.

She lifted her skirt and stood up, and when she passed by Song Yumo, she didn't give her a single eye.

...

"Yu Mo, didn't you say you had a social engagement tonight? Why did you go back to the Song family again?"

Without others, Jian Qing also started chatting with Song Yumo.

Tonight she got off the plane to ask Song Yumo to pick her up, but she was told that he had something to do and couldn't come.

As a result, when I returned to the Song family, I saw Song Yumo appear, wearing a formal suit and going upstairs to change into a casual body. It looked like I had been at home for a long time, not a temporary appearance.

Song Yumo slowly wiped his hands with a napkin, but did not answer first, but Song Xingyuan interjected: "Is it necessary to say it? It must be a welcome to you."

Jian Qing also smiled: "I just rarely go back to Beicheng and didn't move abroad, so there is no need to mobilize all the troops."

Song Yumo had no intention of talking, and his quiet eyes occasionally looked towards the stairs.

Song Xingyuan was deducted pocket money recently. No matter how he asked Song Yumo, it was useless. He felt a lot of good deeds and was about to play games when he received a message on his mobile phone, which was a link sent by his little girlfriend Li Zhuozhuo.

The link shows Ji Tang’s hot search after attending the award ceremony tonight.

Li Zhuozhuo: [I remember you said that the Song family would not allow female celebrities to come in... I think it is a different person. Your sister-in-law is going to debut and act. Is it your brother allowed?]

Song Xingyuan subconsciously looked at Song Yumo sitting opposite him, and before his eyes swept over, he spoke first: "Brother! Tell you something."

For half an hour, the door of the study was closed.

No one knew what was said, and no sound came out.

When Ji Tang came out, he was holding a jewelry box in his hand, and there was a ruby ​​worth five million.

Mrs. Song knows how to be polite first and then soldiers best. First, she expressed that she liked her gentle and decent daughter-in-law very much. This ruby ​​was a gift for her. Then after a few words, she began to hint that she didn't want her to have anything to do with the entertainment industry.

Even if you are an investor, she should not play with her. She reminds her to focus on her family and her husband.

If you really want to find something to do, you can do some charity in the name of the Song family.

Ji Tang smiled throughout the whole process, thinking that she was naive. As long as she didn't show up like a female star, she thought Mrs. Song would not ask about her career.

Who knew that the Song family was too broad to manage this, and even this one had to be managed.

After Ji Tang came out of the study, his emotions controlled his calm state.

She went downstairs, holding the jewelry box at one finger, took a few deep breaths, walked to the sofa in the living room with a normal expression, and said to the man who was still drinking tea, "Husband, let's go back so late."

Song Yumo heard the woman's soft voice so soft that she couldn't make any mistakes, raised her eyelids and her eyes fell on her for a long time.

Under the bright lights in the living room, Ji Tang's beautiful face was smiling, as if he was back to the perfect wife he had before. He took the initiative to pay attention to him and invited him to go home together.

Song Yumo put down the teacup and saw her skirt dragging on the ground, and was about to take over what she had in her hand.

Ji Tang avoided it subtly, and his eyes fell on Jian Qing and Song Xingyuan. He was obviously disgusting these two people to death, but he could still speak the scene without changing his expression.

What Jian Qing hated the most was Ji Tang's hypocritical appearance, so they chose to end the conversation without saying a word to each other.

Outside the villa.

The street lights faintly reflected the dark night. Ji Tang's black skirt was slashed across the pebbles, and she walked all the way to the place where the car stopped. She still treated Song Yumo with the perfect attitude that she could not make mistakes.
Chapter completed!