1411. Chapter 1411 The first time I met my parents-in-law 4
In fact, her parents had known about Ziyang's family situation for a long time. Fu's mother touched Ziyang's head more and more, thinking that she had no mother since she was a child and was raised by her stepmother, which made her heart feel more and more distressed. She immediately blamed Fu Honglai angrily and curled her lips.
He said: "Have Fu Hong bullied you? This ignorant child, I will teach him a lesson later. How could I leave you mother and son outside and ignore me, and only now do I marry you?"
"Mom, Honghong is very good to me."
She just didn't know where to get a child and it was still on her head.
Ziyang gathered her energy and chatted with her mother-in-law. When she was chatting happily, her mother-in-law suddenly thought of something and patted her head with an ouch: "Look at me, I'm just asking you this and that. I forgot about what I heard today."
At home. My child, come with me. It is rare that your father is at home today, so let him see you.
Fu's mother took Ziyang up to the second floor, walked to the door of the study, opened the door, and shouted to Wen Chengyang who was standing in front of the desk practicing calligraphy inside, and shouted with high spirits: "Old Wen, look at this
Who is it?"
Wen Chengyang raised his head slightly and glanced at Zi Yang who was standing at the door. He said nothing and continued to splash ink with his brush.
Suddenly, Ziyang became a little nervous.
Fu's mother smiled and whispered to Ziyang: "Go, your father has a cruel face but a kind heart. Let him get to know you. Don't be nervous."
Then he turned around and headed towards the stairs.
Zi Yang stood stupidly at the door. The only sound on the quiet second floor was the rustling of brushes.
She didn't know how to advance or retreat when suddenly there was a sound of stomping footsteps, and the savior Xiao Junjun ran over, took Ziyang's hand, and poked his head into the room. When he saw Wen Chengyang, he immediately let go and rushed over:
"Grandpa, Junjun and Mommy are here to see you!"
Fu's mother stood downstairs, smiling and calling Fu Hong on her mobile phone: "Honghong, you are such a loser, why did you send your wife and son here alone, and you didn't go home yourself?"
"Mom, I'm on my way back. I'll be home soon. I want to eat the steamed carp you cooked by yourself." Fu Hong was very coquettish to Fu's mother on the phone, and Fu's mother was amused by him: "Okay,
Come back early, mom will go buy groceries now and cook whatever you like."
"Sweet and sour pork ribs, green vegetables and mushrooms, spicy tofu..." Fu Hong reported several home-cooked dishes: "Mom, I will make these tonight. My wife loves to eat them."
"Humph, you white-eyed wolf! Why didn't you order my favorite food?" Mrs. Fu said with a smile on her face: "Okay, I'll go buy groceries."
In the study over there, the air pressure was still a little low, and Ziyang didn't dare to express his anger. Fortunately, Junjun, a clever little guy, was making his grandpa happy.
Wen Chengyang looked at Zi Yang for a while and said, "You are still standing there. Why are you so nervous? Okay, can you write? Come here and write two words for me to see."
Ziyang took a deep breath and did not dare to refuse.
Wen Chengyang's military aura was too strong, so Zi Yang just stopped there. Fortunately, she lived with her grandfather when she was a child, and her grandfather forced her to practice calligraphy for a period of time. She was incomparable at this moment.
I remember my late grandfather with gratitude in my heart.
Wen Chengyang plays with his grandson.
Ziyang took out a piece of clean rice paper again, held the brush in her hand, and dipped some ink into the inkstone. She was calm but didn't know what words to write.
She recalled what her grandfather taught her about virtuous and virtuous women when she was a child, and she secretly wanted to write the word "virtuous" in her heart. Although she did not have such moral character, she should be able to pretend to be in front of her elders.