Mr. Ji glanced at her lightly and said, "Sit down!"
Mu Qingchi sat sideways on the sofa next to Ji Zhanbai. Old Master Ji didn't pay attention to her and turned around and talked to Ji Zhanbai.
"Today I informed your father, your uncle, aunt and cousins. They will come here later. It will be a small banquet. When your body is completely restored, I will hold another big banquet. What do you think?"
"Grandpa is watching the arrangement." Ji Zhanbai was not enthusiastic.
Mu Qingchi next to him was inexplicably nervous when he heard the old man's words. Cousin, is there Song Yin here?
Her hands were nervous and unconsciously tucked together. Ji Zhanbai's eyes glanced at Mu Qingchi's hand behind the mask.
A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. She dressed up like a charming slut, right? Is this for Song Yin?
Haha, it turns out that women are tolerating those who please themselves!
Ji Zhanbai sneered in his heart, "Why didn't you see your second brother?"
"A Yin, he will arrive soon. He just called and was already on the way."
Is this A Yin the Song Yin? Mu Qingchi’s heart was raised, what should I do? Can she be sure that she would pretend not to know Song Yin when she saw Song Yin. Can Song Yin do it?
What should she do if Song Yin can’t take the initiative to recognize her?
Mu Qingchi sat stiffly, his heart pounding.
At this moment, footsteps came from the door, and the servant came in to report, "Mr. Ji and his wife are here!"
The footsteps came in from outside. The first one was Ji Jingxing, and Jiang Yuru followed him.
Ji Jingxing and Ji Zhanbai looked five-point like him. When he came in, he called Mr. Ji first, and then he looked at Ji Zhanbai on the wheelchair.
He smiled slightly on his face and asked Ji Zhanbai in a gentle voice, "Are you in good health?"
Ji Zhanbai nodded and was a little cold towards Ji Jingxing. Ji Jingxing looked at Mu Qingchi awkwardly. Seeing Mu Qingchi with heavy makeup, he was stunned for a moment, "Jingyao has not changed much from the past."
"Who said there was no change? We Jingyao looked much thinner." Jiang Yuru dressed up properly and had exquisite makeup. She could not tell that she was nearly fifty-year-old woman.
Jiang Yuru walked to Mu Qingchi as she spoke, and reached out to grab her hand intimately, "Let my aunt take a good look. Although she has lost a lot of weight, we Jingyao are still as beautiful as before!"
Mu Qingchi was extremely embarrassed. She was really not used to being so close to Jiang Yuru. They were not familiar with each other.
Jiang Yuru must have known that she was fake, so why did she be so intimate. She squeezed out a smile and called out aunt softly.
"Why are this kid so shy? We are a family now. You will come to me often in the future. My aunt will be bored!" Jiang Yuru's tone was extremely intimate.
Ji Zhanbai smiled coldly, "Aunt Jiang likes her so much, so you can just take her to your villa to take care of you, so that your aunt and nephew can be together every day and no longer have to worry about being bored."
Ji Zhanbai's words were extremely unreasonable, which not only showed his dislike of Jiang Yuru and his dislike of Jiang Jingyao, but also made him feel a little awkward for a while.
At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door, "Oh, I'm late!"
Song Yin and Mu Qingchi looked up suddenly.
The tall and handsome man in a suit and ties stood at the door with a gentle smile on his face. Suddenly, he saw Mu Qingchi, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes and his steps stopped.