The nanny walked to the elevator door and whispered: "Miss, the soup is almost ready. I'll serve it."

After looking at it, the nanny didn't seem to get a response. The old man smiled and instructed Yang Jingxing: "Tell Mengmeng to come back and drink soup to calm the nerves and replenish the brain... You go first and serve a bowl to Mr. Yang."

Yang Jingxing immediately became active and almost leaned against the elevator door to plead: "Come on, it's so rare for me to encounter such an opportunity, don't miss it... It's cold outside, be careful of catching a cold."

Tao Meng didn't hear it. It looked like the elevator was running and waiting to arrive.

Yang Jingxing turned around and said, "Grandma, if Tao Meng doesn't agree, why don't you come and accompany her to get some cold air?"

The seventy-year-old man chuckled: "Okay, I'll go too..."

Tao Meng passed by Yang Jingxing again and received warm praise from the policewoman: "Good boy, cute boy... Come on, little Yang."

Following the old man through the door, we saw that the entrance was so big that it could be used as a room, and the chandelier was even more exaggerated than the one in the living room of Yang Jingxing's hometown.

The end of the entrance hall leads to the living room on the right side of the suite. Yang Jingxing finally opened his eyes again. This living room is much larger than the one room he lives in. Although it is mainly made of wood and there is no obvious gold or silver, it is also

It had a grand feeling, and there were a lot of flowers.

Tao Meng disappeared from the left side of the living room. It looked like the living room was still behind the porch, so her room was probably over there.

Grandma greeted Yang Jingxing: "Xiao Yang, sit here."

"Sit down." Yang Jingxing seemed to know some etiquette, but looking around, he actually wasn't so hungry when he went to Tao Meng's house for the first time.

The old man still asked in a traditional way: "Have you had dinner?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Eat." You can see clearly that on the left side of the living room is the lounge, with a telescope by the window, a piano, and a bar. On the right side of the living room is the dining room, with a long table that can probably seat more than a dozen people.

Grandma said: "Bai Shan is taking care of the little tiger."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Your nickname is Xiaohu?"

Grandma was happy: "By the way...the name is Tao Borong, Yide Gaogui, Fanai Borong."

Yang Jingxing pretended to understand a little: "...What is Tao Meng's baby name?"

Grandma said: "It's called Mengmeng. It was originally a nickname. His father wanted to give her a name when she grew up. She would become famous as she screamed."

Yang Jingxing haha.

The nanny came with plates and bowls, and politely said to the guest: "Mr. Yang, please."

Yang Jingxing thanked him and looked at the nanny placing another bowl in front of the single sofa opposite him, and asked: "Grandma, don't you drink?"

The old man shook his head: "I'm just lazy and don't work. Mengmeng's studies are very hard, and so are you."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I'm okay, it's definitely much easier than them."

A Caucasian woman about forty years old came over there. She was dressed in a white-collar professional attire. She looked tall and strong, with her head held high and her chest high and energetic, but she had a smile on her face.

Grandma introduced: "Evelin, the housekeeper in Boston, helped us a lot...Evelin, this is Mr. Yang, Miss Yang's friend."

The other party came: "Hello, Mr. Yang. Sorry, I was just helping my wife handle some things. Please forgive me for not being well received." This was much more skillful than Ai Ziran.

Yang Jingxing couldn't cope anymore and could only hold hands: "Hello."

"Please take a seat." Evelin welcomed the guests with an expression on her face, and then told the nanny over there in a low voice but seriously: "Xiao Qi, there are snacks!" Her expression seemed to be confused as to why there was such an omission.

Yang Jingxing said quickly: "No, I have eaten and I am very full now."

Evelin combines Chinese and Western things very well: "Mr. Yang, don't be polite, just treat it as your own home. It's a bit inconvenient for my wife to see you now."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "No need to bother, I'll leave after a while."

Tao Meng is here, and the change is that she doesn’t have a clutch and doesn’t wear a hat. In fact, she looks better without a hat. Her expression is also quiet, with no obvious emotion.

Yang Jingxing was looking forward to it: "I'm just waiting for you. If you don't come, I'll be embarrassed to drink."

"Drink." Grandma encouraged, "Is it cold yet?"

Tao Meng sat down without looking at Yang Jingxing, holding the bowl and spoon with both hands. Yang Jingxing also followed suit... But looking at the way they drank the soup, it looked like Yang Jingxing was the host and Tao Meng was the guest.

After two mouthfuls, he drank up a bowl of slightly bitter soup, but Yang Jingxing didn't want it anymore, and he didn't dare to continue talking to Tao Meng, so he chatted with the kind-hearted old man: "You should be used to it, the people around you are very nice.

"

Grandma laughed: "There's nothing I can do if I'm not used to it... It's fine at home, but as soon as I step out, I know it's not my place after all, and I feel homesick."

Yang Jingxing said, "It's mainly because I'm a little tired from flying."

Grandma was serious: "I'm tired, the route Mengmeng designed for me, it took me three hours to land...how was it, Mengmeng?"

Tao Meng was reluctant to say: "That's it."

Grandma smiled at Yang Jingxing again: "I said it would be better to get ahead early. When will you go back?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Monday, the day after tomorrow."

Grandma regretted: "I can't give it to you anymore."

Yang Jingxing: "No need... I'm quite surprised that you and Tao Meng can come to the concert. It's a big surprise."

Grandma looked serious and kind: "Of course I will come!"

Yang Jingxing said: "It turned out that when I was still in high school, I told Tao Meng..."

Tao Meng looked at Yang Jingxing and reminded: "I'm drinking soup."

Yang Jingxing was confused: "You drink while I talk to grandma."

Tao Meng reasoned: "Don't say anything related to me."

Yang Jingxing shut up.

The old man smiled: "Why didn't mom and dad come?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's not easy to go, mainly because it's not necessary. If I can get into Harvard, they will definitely come... I say this even if you don't get into Harvard. I don't mean to be foul."

Tao Meng continued to hold the spoon lightly in a ladylike manner.

The old man chuckled and disagreed: "You can't say that, you are rare. Students go to Harvard University to study every year, and it is even rarer to go to Lincoln Center for the Arts."

Yang Jingxing is self-aware: "The difficulty is different, and the meaning is different. Tao Meng and others will create social value and even benefit mankind in the future. This is just a leisurely pastime for me after dinner, and it is dispensable."

Grandma was not too happy: "Art is priceless and the eternal pursuit of human society... Don't say angry words!"

"It's not an angry comment." Yang Jingxing said harshly: "Although it is a small achievement, Tao Meng really can't be proud of it."

Grandma seemed to want to comfort: "Everyone has his own responsibility and destiny, and can create his own value. There is no distinction between high and low professions..."

"Look who's here..." It was Bai Shan who came over there pushing a stroller, followed by another nanny. Bai Shan was also a woman in her thirties. She had just given birth to a baby, and now she didn't wear makeup. Her appearance

She's not particularly good-looking to begin with... her clothes can't make up for it.

Yang Jingxing still stood up politely: "Hello."

Bai Shan also smiled and nodded: "You can do it yourself."

Yang Jingxing was also thick-skinned and took two steps out to wait.

Bai Shan was not stingy, she pushed the stroller in front of Yang Jingxing and bent down: "Baby tiger, this is the big brother, look at..."

Yang Jingxing also looked closer at the glaring child. He was white, fat, and quite cute. Yang Jingxing made some funny faces to make the baby interested and change his expression.

Bai Shan felt so pity: "Did you see it? Smile..."

Yang Jingxing flattered: "How cute... I think she looks more like you, with big eyes."

Bai Shanle: "Many people say that."

Grandma also came, stretched out her hand to touch her grandson's little hand, and was very satisfied: "Isn't this little boy full of wine and food? Eat well and grow up soon."

Baishan remembered: "Where's Evelin, is the car ready? I'll take the guests back later."

Yang Jingxing said: "No need to send him off, just a few steps away."

Bai Shan nodded: "Okay...where do you live?" Her attention was always on her son.

Yang Jingxing said: "It's right next door... It's already late. The baby is probably going to bed after he's had enough wine and food. I'll leave first."

Grandma was a little proud: "Little Huzi won't sleep until twelve o'clock, and there is still a period of energy that has not started... Come, let's all play with Little Huzi, let's go together, we haven't played with the new toys yet... Mengmeng

, Xiao Yang called me when he left."

Tao Meng nodded, stood up and came over, lightly tapping his brother's nose with his fingertips. The baby seemed to smile, and Tao Meng smiled too.

"Bye bye sister..." The old man pushed the stroller and left, and others quickly gathered around him.

Yang Jingxing and Tao Meng watched a group of people enter the room over there and closed the door. Evelin and another nanny also consciously went to the restaurant.

Now Yang Jingxing could open his eyes. He looked left and right and exclaimed: "This is the presidential suite?"

Tao Meng remembered: "Don't you want to come to my room to chat?"

Yang Jingxing was a bitch: "I never thought it would be so big. Just stay here...finish the soup first."

Tao Meng shook his head: "I don't want to drink anymore. What do you want to say?"

Yang Jingxing recalled: "Where did we talk..."

Tao Meng also remembered: "Why do you say sorry?"

Yang Jingxing responded quickly: "Of course I'm sorry if I did something wrong."
To be continued...