When the car drove to Pu's house, Song Jingmian noticed an elegant figure at the door.
She was wearing a dark green cheongsam, elegant and elegant, with her hands folded in front of her, and her every move was full of charm.
When the car stopped, the woman looked around curiously. When the man next to her saw her like this, he lowered his head and said something jokingly. Then he clasped his hands and seemed a little nervous.
When Song Jingmian and Bo Jingci carried their things over, she clearly saw a smile on the elegant woman's face.
"Is it Mianmian? Come on, come in and sit down."
The aunt smiled very gently, without any airs. Song Jingmian was infected by her smile and became less nervous. She tilted her head and looked at Bo Jingci, and then the two of them went in.
When she came to the living room, Song Jingmian realized that they had already prepared dinner. Looking at the pile of dishes, Song Jingmian found that there were many things she particularly liked to eat.
He probably knew that she was coming and asked Bo Jingci specifically.
Thinking of this, her heart warmed a little.
The meal was so lively that Pucheng thought there were still announcements to make, so he didn't have time to come back and kept wailing in the family group.
The aunt was really gentle. She kept pulling her to greet her throughout the meal. The aunt still had some sense of humor in her. After the meal, Song Jingmian laughed countless times.
Song Jingmian likes to eat crispy chicken, but this time the crispy chicken was turned to the opposite side, and she peeked at it from time to time.
Naturally, my aunt noticed this move, and when she was about to turn over the dish, someone had already taken the lead.
Bo Jing had no expression on his face, but his actions were to take care of her naturally, as if he had done it hundreds or thousands of times.
Song Jingmian was still talking to her aunt when she noticed Bo Jingci's behavior and tilted her head and smiled at him.
The interaction between the couple was watched by the aunt. She looked at the intimate couple, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
"Mianmian."
The aunt called her out, with a smile on her face.
"When you have time in the future, you should come here often to chat with your aunt."
Song Jingmian nodded solemnly: "Okay!"
No matter how busy she is, she must take some time to come over.
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After the meal, the two men saw them chatting happily, so naturally they would not disturb them. Then they found a place to have tea and play chess.
Song Jingmian and her aunt were sitting on the sofa, and her aunt kept holding her hand. The more she watched, the more satisfied she became.
"When I heard from Pucheng that A Ci was getting married two days ago, I didn't believe it at all. I thought that boy was tricking me."
The aunt smiled and said: "But, I couldn't help but listen to it. I called him several times and gave him hints both inside and outside of my words."
"That's when I was sure that he was really married."
At first, she thought it was because she had pressed him too much to get married, and maybe he would get bored and just find someone to get married to.
But when she saw Song Jingmian later, she finally understood.
This kid only sees her.
A person who is so callous and indifferent can actually love someone.
My aunt is really happy for him.
"Would you like to see pictures of him as a child?"
When Song Jingmian heard this, his expression brightened a little, his eyes blazing: "Okay!"
Afterwards, she was taken to her room by her aunt.
She sat down and saw her aunt holding a thick photo album.
"These are all photos of the two children, but there are very few of Aci."
He was just over two years old when his parents died. Such a young child experienced the death of his parents with his own eyes. Thinking of this, my aunt's eyes became slightly moist.
"My husband and I took him in when he was two years old, but he only lived there for two years before he was taken away by the old man of the Bo family."
Thinking of this, my aunt suddenly choked up.
This was the worst decision she had ever made, so she has been living with regret all these years.
If she hadn't been determined to keep him here, he wouldn't have lived an inhumane life in the Bo family.
So much so that later on, Bo Jingci was vicious and paranoid, like a puppet on strings, with no trace of life or desire to live.
Although he suppressed his ruthlessness as he grew up, the cold blood still flowed in his bones.
The aunt originally wanted to tell her some things that happened to him in the Bo family when he was a child. Otherwise, Bo Jingci would never take the initiative to talk about it.
But obviously today is not a good time. It is hard to say this on this happy day.
"Here, take a look at this one?" She calmed down her emotions and pointed to a certain photo with a smile.
"Look at how cold he is at this time, even at such a young age."
Song Jingmian looked at it with a sense of cuteness and coldness.
It's a pity that those eyes have been sharp and cold since childhood, and you can even see a hint of emptiness in them.
Song Jingmian knew that at that time, he had just experienced the death of his family.
She didn't feel well in her heart either.
Later, her aunt showed her some photos of Bo Jingci when he was four years old. At this time, he was much mellower than at the beginning, and he would also smile when taking pictures.
Come to think of it, my aunt really took good care of him.
"so cute."
Looking at his handsome and cold face since he was a child, somehow, the more she looked at him, the cuter he felt.
But for some reason, she always felt that it was inexplicably familiar, but when she thought about it carefully she couldn't remember it, so she gave up.
"It's really cute. But this guy didn't want to take pictures at that time, and he rejected the camera as soon as he saw it."
The aunt sighed: "I took these pictures forcibly, and there are a few pictures I took secretly."
There were only a few photos, and the rest were all photos of Pucheng when he was a child. The two of them looked at them several times without getting tired of them.
When she left the room, her aunt held her hand and said in a soft voice: "Mianmian, aunt, I'm really happy to see that A Ci can start a family. I always thought that he would spend his whole life alone."
She raised her eyes and looked at Song Jingmian: "Fortunately, I have you."
"Don't worry, auntie." Song Jingmian said firmly, "Jing Ci, he is very good to me."
"I will protect our home well."
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After leaving her aunt's house, Song Jingmian was a little reluctant to leave.
My aunt is an easy to get along with, gentle and intellectual person. She is really happy to get along with her.
"Why are you so distracted?"
"I'm thinking about my aunt."
Bo Jingci: "..."
He smiled helplessly: "Do you like aunt?"
"I like it." Song Jingmian said in a soft voice, "She is so gentle."
In fact, what Song Jingmian thought was that if his mother were still alive, she would probably be as gentle and beautiful as her aunt.
"Then you were so nervous at first." Now Bo Jingci was thinking of teasing her.
"That's not true. I haven't seen it before."
Bo Jingci laughed.
"Don't worry, no matter what, my aunt will like you."
Song Jingmian was suspicious and turned her head to look at him: "Why are you so sure?"
Bo Jingci happened to make a turn, and his slender, green-white palms moved smoothly in a circle on the steering wheel, covering it casually.
The voice is low and sexy, with a sultry ambiguity.
"of course--"
"We, Mianmian, are the most lovable."
