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After greeting each other, the two old people were warmly welcomed into the door.

The disposable cotton slippers for the two elderly people were placed on the edge of the shoe cabinet. Cong Lang fetched them for them, squatted down to help grandma take off her shoes, and casually said, "The house is not cleaned up, it's a bit messy."

"The eldest grandson has learned to be humble." The grandma smiled and pointed to the living room to her wife behind her.

After Cong Lang finished speaking, he raised his head, and couldn't help being stunned when he saw the situation in the room, and then looked calmly at Lan Jing who stood up behind them awkwardly.

During this period of time, the two of them took turns to get out of the situation. The room was really not cleaned up and was rather messy, but now, it was clean and spotless.

Cong Lang's heart softened and became painful again.

It hurt so much for him to support his seriously injured body to clean up these things.

How could his Lan Xiaojing be so attractive.

"Grandma, sit inside." Cong Lang stood up and moved out of the way. When the elders sat down on the sofa, Lan Jing looked at Cong Lang and said hesitantly, "Grandpa and grandma should drink tea or... I'll pour it. "

Grandma hurriedly stopped him, "Don't be so busy, Xiaojing, let Alang go."

"It's okay, I..."

As soon as Lan Jing spoke, Cong Lang took his hand, "I'll go with you."

Lan Jing's face suddenly burned up. Two big men held hands in front of the elders. What kind of words did this sound like? He wanted to shake Cong Lang's hand away, but he didn't dare because the second elder was present, so he let Cong Lang pull away. .

With her back to them, the old lady quickly winked at her wife, smiling from ear to ear, obviously very satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law.

The kitchen is open, there is no place to whisper, Cong Lang can only let go of Lan Jing's hand, Lan Jing goes to the kitchen to boil water, Cong Lang enters the study, and after a while his voice comes out, "Lan Jing Jing, I don't remember where I put the old Tongxing tea cake in my collection at home, come and help me find it."

At first, Lan Jing was stunned when he heard Cong Lang calling him by first and last name, and then walked through the living room embarrassedly and went to the study.

As soon as he entered the door, Cong Lang pushed against the wall.

"Why did you come down? Didn't you tell you to lie down?" Cong Lang touched his face and lowered his voice.

"The first time we met, I lay down and let the elders stand, is that plausible?" Lan Jing also whispered.

Cong Lang's heart almost melted, and he said with distress, "Can you still hold on? I'll tell them, you go back to the bedroom and rest."

Just now he touched the Lan family's palms and forehead were covered with sweat.

"No need," Lan Jing shook his head, "I took painkillers."

The two of them didn't dare to stay in the study for too long, seeing that Lan Jing couldn't be persuaded, Cong Lang had no choice but to give up and let him go.

Grandma obviously likes Lan Jing very much. After making tea and sitting down, she kept talking to Lan Jing, how old is she, where does she live, and has Alan ever bullied you...

Lan Jing's childhood life left him without a normal and sound family concept in his heart. After the Lan family adopted him, his grandparents there didn't like him very much, so he never had the experience of talking face-to-face with his elders like this.

He sat on the sofa awkwardly, with his hands obediently placed on his knees, answering the elder's questions one by one, being so obedient.

In order to make a good impression on Cong Lang's family, he not only changed into a formal suit, but also fixed his hair with hairspray. This was the first time Cong Lang saw him in a formal suit, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Looking at his grandson's undisguised gaze, the old man couldn't help coughing twice.

Lan Jing quickly looked at him.

"How's the injury? According to Cong Lang, you're seriously injured." The old man asked.

"Fortunately, it's not serious, it's just some skin trauma," Lan Jing said cautiously, "Thank you grandpa for helping me."

The old man frowned imperceptibly, and looked at Cong Lang.

Cong Lang blinked a little guilty. He forgot about it on the way and didn't mention it to the old man.

The old man snorted from his nasal cavity.

Lan Jing couldn't help but feel tighter, and his sitting posture became more correct. The old man with gray hair, straight back and serious face opposite him had an aura of calmness and prestige.

Facing him, Lan Jing's legs felt inexplicably weak, and the sweat on his back broke out again, and he didn't know whether it was pain or nervousness.

"Oh, put away your supernatural powers, you'll scare the child," the old lady patted her husband on the shoulder.

The old man looked slightly relaxed, and said firmly, "It's fine."

"Don't be afraid, Xiaojing, that's his temper," the old lady smiled and came out to smooth things over, "Grandpa and grandma like you very much."

Lan Jing blushed in embarrassment.

The old lady looked at him with a smile on her lips that she couldn't hold back. Her precious grandson said that she found them a good-looking granddaughter-in-law.

Because of this sentence, the old couple always thought that the boyfriend Cong Lang was looking for must be that kind of cute and well-behaved.

It was only when she saw Lan Jing that she knew it was a misunderstanding, but she was really good, so polite, and so handsome, the old lady was very happy, and she chatted with Lan Jing about a lot of homework.

Lan Jing also liked talking to her, and the old lady's soft Jiangnan voice made him suddenly feel the elder's love and care for the younger generation.

When she heard that Lan Jing's parents were gone, the old lady felt even more distressed, and hurriedly asked her wife to bring over the two bottles of wine she brought, saying that she brewed them for her future granddaughter-in-law on the day Cong Lang was just born. Give it to him, and we will be a family in the future.

When Lan Jing took the wine, his eyes were slightly red.

Cong Lang gently squeezed his fingertips.

The two old people hadn't eaten yet. Cong Lang originally planned to take them out to eat, but now that Lan Jing was sitting beside him, he definitely wanted to go with him.

Cong Lang felt a little troubled, and was thinking about how to persuade Lan Jing not to go out. Grandma and Lan Jing had already talked about cooking.

"Yo, Alan can cook now." The old lady looked at her precious grandson in surprise, and comforted her in her heart, "Then let's not go out to eat, and let Alan show his hand."

But the old man said, "The second child said that the meal has been prepared and is waiting for us to go over."

"Huh?" The old lady didn't know why, and asked when she said it.

The old man said blankly, he was notified by text message just now.

He hadn't even pulled out his cell phone, and the old lady was also an astute person. Seeing what his wife said, she stopped asking and asked instead, "Then shall we go there now?"

The old man nodded and stood up, "He's been waiting."

The old lady was taken aback, and immediately stood up.

"You two rest, let's go." The old man said.

The old lady said goodbye to Lan Jing with a smile, "I'll see you some other day."

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, and asked to stay, "Let's just live here, the room is mine, I've already tidied it up."

"No, no, no," the old lady waved her hand, "You young couple live together, what are we old and old ladies doing?"

Cong Lang also wanted to keep them, but he didn't, so the two had no choice but to send the two old people downstairs.

"I'll take you there." Cong Lang said holding the car keys.

But the old man refused with a strong attitude, insisting not to send them off, he pulled the suitcase and took his wife's hand and left.

When the old man got angry, Cong Lang didn't dare to offend him, so he had to stand still and watch them leave. When the backs of the two elders were out of sight, Cong Lang dragged Lan Jing upstairs.

As soon as he entered the door, Cong Lang hurriedly tore off Lan Jing's suit jacket, and asked while checking, "How are you?"

Lan Jing's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He raised his head slightly to facilitate Cong Lang's unbuttoning, and then asked with a slightly tangled expression, "Does your grandpa not like me?"