Yang Jingxing was uneasy: "Is it praise or criticism?"

Qi Qingnuo said: "Both, praise yourself and criticize you." Then he took out the phone and dialed: "Hey... let me tell you, as soon as you got off the car, he said how beautiful your hair is... What should I do?

I'm jealous... Haha... He doesn't dare to tell you now, so he just talks to me, and I'm tired of hearing it... Okay, okay, don't joke, help me wish your parents a happy holiday..."

After hanging up the phone, Qi Qingnuo looked at Yang Jingxing: "Okay?"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Wipe your butt clean."

Qi Qingnuo smiled brightly: "Don't you want to wipe it clean?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Repent."

Qi Qingnuo looked at it for two seconds and suggested: "Change the angle."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I love you."

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "I love you too."

After arriving, Qi Qingnuo opened the door and went in first: "Grandma, grandpa, I'm back!"

"Nono..." Grandma's voice.

Zhan Huayu and Qidawei came out of the kitchen, both wearing aprons. Qidawei's face was full of joy: "Get off work early?"

Zhan Huayu greeted: "Jing Xing, Nuonuo's grandparents."

Yang Jingxing politely said: "Hello grandma, hello grandpa."

Qi Qingnuo's grandma is an extremely clean and dignified old man. Her face is full of wrinkles and her gray hair looks neat. She smiles generously and brightly: "Hello, Yang Jingxing."

Grandpa is also tall, but his movements and expressions are not as spirited as those of the boss: "Young man..."

Qi Qingnuo helped Yang Jingxing give gifts: "This is for grandpa, and this is grandma's record."

Grandma took it with both hands: "Thank you."

Grandpa's eyesight is not dazzled: "I have this one."

Grandma is still smiling: "The new one is good, the new one is good...sit down."

Zhan Huayu asked Yang Jingxing: "Why are you bringing wine? Your uncle sells wine."

Qi Qingnuo said: "The big Lafite in 1996."

Qidawei is indeed a wine seller. He brought it and looked at it: "...Really. Let me help you sell it."

Qi Qingnuo looked down on his father: "How many years will it take to sell it?"

Zidawha: "The older it gets, the more valuable it becomes."

Qi Qingnuo told his father: "Open it and stay awake."

After sitting down, thanks to being an old man in his seventies, Grandpa Qi Qingnuo couldn't wait to start opening the pastry gift box.

Grandma gently stopped her: "I won't eat it now." Then she smiled at Yang Jingxing: "Old kid."

It’s okay if you don’t want to eat it. Grandpa looked at it again and asked, “Is it made by the Japanese?”

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know, it tastes good. Nuonuo and I have eaten it once."

Grandpa has a good memory: "When I was a child, it was the first time I ate Japanese sweets. Urahai was Japanese, and my great-grandfather worked for the Japanese..."

Zhan Huayu reminded: "Nono, don't let your grandfather instill the traitor thoughts."

Grandma peeled a small piece of apple for Grandpa to gag, and asked, "Jing Xing, are Grandpa and Grandpa in good health?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Grandma is not as energetic as you, and grandpa is not as good at eating."
Chapter completed!