"Hahaha, sister Wanjun, I love to hear what you say."

"Old Jiang, let's go inside and talk. The villagers think my house has a new old door god when they see your big gate."

The two old friends were chatting happily, and when they turned around, they saw that the one behind really looked like a door god, okay?

Grandma Rong also followed Mr. Jiang's gaze. This man was tall and straight, wearing a neat military uniform.

He wore a military coat and a pair of black combat boots. He had sword-like eyebrows, deep and sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and his facial features were all very prominent. Put together, he looked really handsome and dignified.

But when his tall body stood there, the coldness surrounding him seemed even colder than the ice and snow, especially the cold and murderous look in his eyes, which made Grandma Rong, who claimed to have seen a lot of storms, feel a chill.

Grandma immediately looked at her darling again. She was like a delicate flower blooming in winter, independent and unique in appearance. Just looking at her was like a ray of warm sunshine in winter.

this?

This one warm and one cold?

Just from this first meeting, Grandma Rong wavered in her idea of ​​marrying her beloved daughter to Jiang Zimo:

It’s cold, really cold, my sweet baby can’t handle it!

Old Master Jiang was also annoyed by his eldest grandson standing there without saying anything or moving, and he was slightly angry:

"Zimo, you don't even greet me when you see me? You don't even say hello. Are you really planning to be alone forever?"

Jiang Zimo said indifferently:

"Hello, Grandma Rong, hello, Comrade Rong Qing."

Old Master Jiang was so pissed off by him that he almost fell backwards. He really wanted to give him a big slap in the face. Look at that face that was like a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years, the cold and resentful tone in his voice, and the name he called: Comrade Rong Qing?

Mr. Jiang wanted to grab his ears and yell:

"Bullshit, bullshit Comrade Rong Qing, that's your soon-to-be bride, a delicate, soft, and fragrant bride!"

This old man was really worried that such a beautiful and delicate wife would be ruined by this unkind and cold-hearted boy!

Rong Qing responded politely:

"Hello, Comrade Jiang Zimo, hello, Grandpa Jiang, welcome to my home. It's too cold outside, please come inside and warm up."

The old man was sincere in that life and he really loved her. She has always been able to distinguish between good and bad, and she would naturally have a good attitude towards those who are good to her.

Jiang Zimo looked up at her in surprise, but she had already turned around and walked into the house?