Although he was dressed like an old farmer, Han Aoyu's eyes flashed with a cold light like a knife. At this moment, he was staring at Song Ci, her, and Yan Jiang behind her, looking at them in depth.

Song Ci, who was standing in front of Han Aoyu, was wearing a pink and purple long skirt, a neck brace, delicate light makeup, and her burgundy short hair was styled, looking a little playful.

At this time, Song Ci was wearing an apron, and the man behind her was also wearing an apron. They looked like a couple in love.

None of this is the most important thing.

Most importantly...

"This is my grandson's home, who are you!" Han Ao Yu stared at Yan Jiang with a gloomy look.

At this moment, Han Aoyu was thinking: Damn it! Han Zhan's wife is having a tryst with a gigolo at home without his knowledge! Even with a neck brace on, she still doesn't forget to mess around with other men. How ridiculous!

When Yan Jiang heard this, he immediately felt something was wrong. What a terrifying Shura scene! Yan Jiang lowered his head to look at Song Ci, only to find that Song Ci was no better than him, with a panicked look on his face.

Yan Jiang quickly showed his eight big white teeth, smiled at Han Aoyu, and said respectfully, "Hello, Grandpa, I am..." Song Ci suddenly reached behind his back and secretly pulled the hem of Yan Jiang's clothes, signaling him to shut up.

Yan Jiang quickly shut his mouth.

Song Ci calmed down and smiled sweetly at old man Han Aoyu. She lowered her hands to her legs and bowed deeply to Han Aoyu, like a child seeing a police officer. She shouted in a loud voice, "Hello, Grandpa!"

Han Ao Yu's eyes suddenly widened.

What a shameless woman! After being caught cheating by him, she still had the nerve to call him grandpa. Where did this woman come from?

Song Ci straightened up, squeezed Yan Jiang behind him, and said respectfully to Han Aoyu: "Grandpa, please come in. You must be tired after rushing all the way from Shunchen City. The room is air-conditioned and cool. Please come in and sit down."

Han Aoyu stood at the door, refusing to go in. "Miss...this is my grandson's home, but the man behind you is not my grandson..." With a terrifying sense of coercion flowing in his sharp, experienced eyes, Han Aoyu questioned Song Ci in a low voice: "Why are you in my grandson's home!"

His cold gaze swept across Song Ci's cheek, then fell on the pretty boy behind her. "You need to give me a reasonable explanation." The old man had a ruthless life, and his expression darkened slightly, exuding a terrifying pressure that threatened a storm. Not to mention Song Ci, even Yan Jiang felt a little overwhelmed and wanted to kneel down and call him grandpa.

Song Ci's scalp tingled.

Damn it, I was misunderstood.

How could this be explained? She said Yan Jiang was just her friend, but if she was alone at home with a male friend without telling her husband, her grandfather would definitely be suspicious and think she was a vixen and a bad woman.

Song Ci was extremely anxious.

At this moment, Han Zhan came back with a bag of things. "Grandpa?" Han Zhan stared at the old man wearing a straw hat and carrying a snakeskin bag, feeling surprised and surprised.

Han Aoyu turned his head and looked at his grandson expressionlessly. His eyes seemed to say: Boy, look at you, your hat is shining green, and you still don't know anything, it's really embarrassing!

Song Ci quickly said loudly to Han Zhan: "Brother Han, did you know that grandpa was coming today? If you knew, you should have told me earlier! You didn't say anything, and I didn't have time to prepare the meal. If you had known earlier, you would have asked my brother to go to the supermarket to buy some more vegetables!" Song Ci's tone was annoyed and angry.

Hearing this, Han Aoyu frowned, and his expression changed subtly -

My brother?

Not the object of adultery?

When Han Zhan heard Song Ci say this, he knew that the old man had misunderstood. He glanced at the old man and said helplessly, "Grandpa, why didn't you call me before you came?" Then he said to Yan Jiang behind Song Ci, "Brother, this is my grandpa. He lives in Shunchen City. He heard the news of my marriage and came here specially to see his grandson's wife."

Yan Jiang was a little confused when Han Zhan called him "brother" when he first met him. But he was also a smart guy and immediately played the role of Song Ci's brother.

Yan Jiang walked up to Song Ci and said to Han Aoyu respectfully, "Hello, Grandpa. I am Song Ci's brother. Please come in. It's hot outside."

Han Ao Yu is old and has seen all kinds of scenes, but after seeing such an incident, even his face turned red.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Oh my god, I offended my granddaughter-in-law and her brother the first time I met her. What should I do?

Will this brother-in-law make things difficult for Zhan Zhan?

Han Aoyu sat on the sofa, embarrassed, after being treated like a living god by his grandson's wife and her brother. He looked at Song Ci and thought that his grandson's wife was really beautiful. He thought that his grandson must have been very lucky in his previous life to marry such a young and beautiful girl.

Han Aoyu rubbed his hands on his thighs. He smiled awkwardly at Song Ci, his face flushed red, and said with a smile: "Girl, your last name is Song, right?"

Song Ci was also embarrassed and blushed.

She nodded randomly and hummed softly. "My name is Song Ci, Grandpa."

Calling him "Grandpa" softened Han Aoyu's heart. "Hey, Song girl, don't blame Zhan Zhan for not telling you I was coming. I heard he said he was getting married, so I suddenly came here on a whim. I wanted to give him a surprise, so I didn't tell him. Who would have thought..."

There were no surprises, but there were quite a few shocks.

Song Ci hurriedly shook her head and said sympathetically, "It's okay, it's okay." Staring at the two snakeskin bags of food on the ground, Song Ci said sincerely, "Brother Han told me a few days ago that grandpa's tomatoes are ripe and we'll have tomato sauce soon. He also said that the grapes are ripe too, and grandpa's wine is especially delicious."

Seeing that Han Aoyu's eyes were obviously warming up when he looked at her, Song Ci continued to flatter him: "I was just telling my brother to taste the wine brewed by grandpa later."

Old Man Han was delighted. He waved his hand casually and replied modestly, "It's not as delicious as he said. Don't listen to his nonsense."

"That's not nonsense! Brother Han always told me that he was raised by my grandfather. Without my grandfather, he wouldn't be where he is today. I have to thank my grandfather for giving me such a perfect brother like him."

Song Ci covered her mouth and smiled, her mouth was as if covered with honey, and she spoke sweet words to Han Aoyu, making him smile happily. Especially when he heard Song Ci praising Han Zhan, he felt even more proud and extremely satisfied with Song Ci.

"I brought you some tomato sauce this time. In the bag are some grapes I picked from the vines early this morning. They might be a little bruised, but they're still edible. I also brought some vegetables, all grown by me."

"Oh, by the way." Han Aoyu glanced at his grandson, winked at Song Ci and said, "Zhanzhan said you like bacon and sausages, so I brought some too."

After hearing this, Song Ci was a little surprised. She didn't realize that Brother Han was so thoughtful.

Han Zhan didn't join in their conversation. He was squatting on the floor, untying the string of his snakeskin bag. After untying the string, Han Zhan looked at the fruits and vegetables in the bag. Seeing that they were all fresh, Han Zhan looked up and said to Song Ci, "Cibao, go to the kitchen and get a fruit basket and a vegetable basket."