“Shihua, come out and meet people.”
“I’m practicing my calligraphy. Wife, haven’t we told you before that it’s better for me not to show up in this situation, so that you won’t be able to talk freely.”
Qin Jingqiu glanced at him: “I’m not asking you to meet my cousin-in-law, but Jiang Qin is here.”
“Is Jiang Qin here?” Feng Shihua was stunned for a moment, then immediately put down his brush and walked out.
“You wait a moment.”
“What’s wrong?”
Qin Jingqiu looked at him: “Change into more formal clothes before going.”
Feng Shihua looked at his clothes. Although they were very ordinary home casual clothes, they were not the same as casual pajamas: “Isn’t it okay for me to do this?”
“How can this be done? This is Jiang Qin’s first visit. You have to be straight with me no matter what.”
“Our Nanshu is not married yet.”
Qin Jingqiu pursed her lips and said, “That’s because you were too busy during the Chinese New Year and didn’t go to Jeju with me. I guess Nan Shu herself felt that she was already married.”
After hearing this, Feng Shihua had no choice but to change his clothes. He didn’t know why he was still a little nervous: “Is this okay with me?”
“Okay, it’s almost done.” Qin Jingqiu adjusted his collar.
At the same time, Jiang Qin was sitting opposite Zhang Meilan and Su Huiqiang in the living room on the first floor. He had no desire to talk and kept looking around.
To be honest, he has seen many villas, including Mr. He’s house, but there are not many European-style buildings that he finds pleasing to the eye.
He was thinking about whether to give Zhang Baiqing and Professor Yan a set of this type. The two old men should be very happy.
And when this scene fell in the eyes of the mother and son opposite, Jiang Qin’s image at this moment looked a bit like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
“Sheshan Manor is a European classical style building designed by Michael, a master of architecture in Southern California. He is best at restoring the aristocratic temperament of European architectural style. This is his first work in our country.”
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, and realized that the young man opposite was talking to him, so he said something awesome, but he couldn’t help but mutter in his heart, thinking, isn’t Michael a fucking dancer? Why went to build a house again?
Zhang Meilan, on the other hand, was smiling, a little proud of her son’s erudition.
At this moment, Qin Jingqiu and Feng Shihua came down from the second floor. They both changed their clothes and looked more formal than before.
Zhang Meilan felt a little flattered and hurried up to say hello to Feng Shihua.
Although Uncle Feng didn’t come here for these two girls, they were all coming to him, and it was impossible not to talk to them, so Feng Shihua started chatting with this distant cousin.
Of course, chatting was chatting, and his main task was to observe Jiang Qin.