Chapter 643 Wine

Qiao Ruoxing took a deep breath and stepped in slowly.

Her back was straightened, not only because she was nervous, but also because she wanted to look better and was afraid that she was not what her elders expected.

The box was very large, with four people sitting around a round table in the center.

At the main seat was a kind-hearted old couple. Qiao Ruoxing had seen them in videos before. It was Song Tian—her grandparents.

On the other side of the grandmother was Song Wanqian. He was slightly stout but had an extraordinary bearing. When he saw her coming in, he looked slightly excited.

Sitting on the other side of her grandfather was a middle-aged man with clear features. His facial features were somewhat familiar, but his appearance was quite handsome. He looked about forty years old and had a well-maintained figure. If his hair style was changed, she felt that he would look the same age. Gu Jingyan was almost a few years older.

As soon as Qiao Ruoxing took off her mask, her grandfather couldn't help shouting, "Be good."

Grandma's eyes were moist and red. She pulled Grandpa's sleeve and whispered, "Don't scare the child."

Song Wanqian stood up and pulled out the chair next to him, "Ruoxing, come on, sit here."

Song Tianjun took her hand and introduced her, "Grandpa and grandma, you've seen me in the video before, Dad, you've seen it too, this is uncle Han Shaozong. This time he accompanied grandpa and grandma to Jiangcheng to see you. My aunt is here today There is a lecture in City F. If I can’t make it back, I’ll see you later at another time.”

Qiao Ruoxing clenched her hands nervously. She was always eloquent, but suddenly felt a little stuck when she saw this family full of expectations.

Song Tianjun paused and put the gift box in his hand on the table, "Grandpa and grandma, this is the gift Ruoxing prepared for you."

The old couple were immediately delighted. Grandma said, "This kid is so sensible."

Grandpa said, "Sensible children suffer when they are young. Look at how thin they are."

Grandma suddenly felt sad, "She must have been malnourished when she was a child. Tianjun took photos of her when she was a child. She was already in fifth grade, and she was as short as a little kid."

Qiao Ruoxing...

She was indeed not tall when she was in elementary school, but she wasn't too tall...

She only started to grow taller after she was in the second grade of junior high school.

Song Tianjun coughed when he heard the second elder's outrageous remarks, "Ruoxing wasn't short when she was a child, but now she has grown up and grown taller."

Song Wanqian said, "When the children grow up, they will naturally grow taller. There is no one who is too short in our family."

Grandpa said, "Our old Han family has good genes. The child looks like Lanlan. It would not look good if he looked like you."

Song Wanqian...

He whispered, "The nose still looks like mine. The bridge of my nose is high."

The uncle said, "She should be like me. My nephew is like my uncle. Ruoxing is like Tianjun. Tianjun is like me, which means Ruoxing is like me."

Song Wanqian's face turned dark, "My children, how are you like me? Stop putting so much money on yourself, how handsome are you?"

Grandpa said dissatisfied, "If Lan Lan hadn't married your family for genetic assistance, would you have given birth to such a beautiful girl?"

Song Wanqian...

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Seeing the whole family arguing because she looked like anyone, Qiao Ruoxing was a little dumbfounded.

She looked at Song Tianjun in surprise, who coughed and said calmly, "Just get used to it."

She seems to have found where her quarrelsome spirit comes from.

The family argued for a long time, and finally found Qiao Ruoxing who had been standing. Grandma immediately said, "You are just talking, Tianjun, hurry up and ask someone to serve you. Is Xingxing hungry?"

Qiao Ruoxing's fake smile came online, "Fortunately, I'm not very hungry."

The old man said with kind eyes, "Come, sit here with grandma and let grandma take a good look."

Qiao Ruoxing walked forward with some restraint, and then was pulled to sit between her grandma and Song Wanqian.

Grandma looked at her face, wondering if she saw the shadow of her daughter in her, and her eyes turned red.

Qiao Ruoxing felt a little moved, but not to the point of crying.

She was different from this family. She had been carefully cared for by He Yurou since she was a child. For more than 20 years, she didn't know that she was in the wrong arms. She had never personally experienced the pain of separation from a loved one.

But the two families of Han, Song and Song witnessed the death of their children, the death of their daughters, and the death of their wives, and experienced separation.

So when a living version of her appears in front of them, they are more likely to lose control of their emotions.

Qiao Ruoxing just felt a little soft in her heart, as if the emotional void had been filled all of a sudden, full and swollen.

Grandma held her hand and asked warmly, "Xingxing, how have you been doing these past few years?"

Qiao Ruoxing lowered her eyes and whispered, "My mother - I mean my adoptive mother. She treats me very well and I don't suffer much."

Grandma sighed, "That child also had a hard life, and it will be a relief if she goes there. In two days, you can take us to the cemetery to see it. I want to say thank you to her in person."

Qiao Ruoxing nodded.

"Old woman, please give in and let me have a word with Guaiguai."

Grandpa was so anxious that he squeezed over and gave Qiao Ruoxing a big red envelope. "Xingxing, this is the New Year's money that grandpa has saved for you for more than 20 years," he said in a low voice, "None of them have as much money as you."

Han Shaozong was stunned, "Dad, why did you steal my line?"

The uncle also took out a big red envelope as he spoke, "What did you want me to say?"

Song Wanqian pursed her lips and took out a red envelope from her pocket, "Did Tianjun tell you two in advance what I'm going to give you?"

Qiao Ruoxing...

Song Tianjun......

After a while, three red envelopes were stuffed into Qiao Ruoxing's hands. They were heavy, like the heavy love of the elders for her.

Originally, she was worried that the elders would think of her deceased mother when they saw her, and would have some grudges against her.

However, they did not. They were cautious and considerate of her feelings, and no one mentioned that incident.

In their eyes, children are the continuation of life, not the "murderer" who "killed" their loved ones.

Qiao Ruoxing pursed her lips, put the red envelope on the table, stood up and took the wine to pour a glass for herself, and whispered, "It's all in the wine."

Everyone...

This... granddaughter is still a drunkard.

Qiao Ruoxing finished drinking and saw that everyone was looking at her in surprise, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

It was still her uncle who reacted quickly. He coughed and said, "Like my sister when she was young, heroic!"

He picked up the glass and said, "Come on, uncle will drink with you."

Song Wanqian was very excited about Qiao Ruoxing's "advantage". Good wine, so much like him.

So he quickly picked up the cup, "And dad."

As soon as Song Wanqian finished speaking, a female voice sounded at the door, "I knew you couldn't help drinking."

Qiao Ruoxing was stunned, and turned around to see Su Wanqin appear at the door of the box.

She was wearing a burgundy shirt, a black flared midi skirt, and delicate makeup. She looked elegant and intellectual.

Seeing everyone looking over, she called out in a gentle voice, "Uncle Han, Aunt Jin, long time no see."

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