It's also a very troublesome thing for two people if their thoughts always run counter to each other. So the way to avoid it is not to mention it and let differences arise.

Jos felt that she should work harder to adapt to his world and his thinking.

Fu Chen said that she was more and more like him, but she felt that she could not catch up with him in decades.

It has nothing to do with being smart or not. It's a kind of childhood education. Different policies lead to different ways of looking at problems.

After driving for a while, we finally arrived at the downtown area, New York, an international metropolis. This is an electronic city. There are many color screens in the center of the city, playing different advertising programs.

Jos has been to Kyoto, but what impresses her most about Kyoto is traffic jams.

Maybe it's a matter of time. New York is not in a lot of traffic jams. The car has been driving along the way. Joss has been looking at the scenery outside. The business empire is not just talking about it. Judging from these buildings and the flow of people, it can definitely bear the name.

"Where are we going?" Joss remembers that she said she was going to take him somewhere.

Jing chihan didn't speak. He just looked at her. There was some emotion in his eyes, but he didn't see it clearly.

Near noon, they arrived at their destination.

It's a suburban villa.

It's a villa in the suburbs of New York, or a group of villas, and they stop at the door of one of them.

The car stopped, he opened the door and went out.

Jos got out of the car with him. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling.

"It shouldn't be..." she thought that the same thing happened in Muhai city last time. Except for the change of location, other details were almost the same. Last time, they went to see the old president and his wife, so this time

He took her hand, palm has his temperature: "go in."

"It's really..." Jos was very flustered. She looked down at herself and was very nervous: "why didn't you say earlier that I, I know I have to change my clothes and get familiar with it. That's it. It's too embarrassing."

"Go in and wash." He said faintly.

Jos's eyes widened, his face full of surprise: "go in and wash? You're not going to... Stay, are you

Look, men don't deny it.

Jos felt dizzy. Inside the door, it was a hell for her. Neither the old president nor the president's wife liked her. But Jing chihan brought her here at this time after she had just experienced great changes. Now her condition is the worst. She is also very tired. She may not have enough experience to deal with the two old people, What if they think she has a bad attitude? What should I do if I don't like her?

"Can't we stay in a hotel?" he said

Jing chihan stroked her cheek and looked at her eyebrows: "what are you afraid of? You are their daughter-in-law. "

"Even his daughter-in-law is afraid. If any soy sauce maker, I'm not afraid." They just don't like her to be their daughter-in-law.

The man vomited breath, bowed his head and comforted her with a kiss on the forehead: "I'm here, what are you worried about?"

"But..."

Jos was still trying to struggle, but he had already taken her hand and rang the doorbell.

In fact, Jing chehan has a key, but it's useless. He wants to walk in with an open mind. His decision didn't come out of the blue. He had this idea when he left here that day. Joss can't be wrapped up by him all her life. She should be put on the table as his wife and as the young grandmother of the Jing family.

The servant came and opened the door quickly. When he saw the two people outside, the servant was surprised. The young master came again. They had not forgotten that he rushed in and broke the door of the lady's room.

But since I know it's the young master, I'll open the door naturally.

Joss was so worried that she let Jing zhehan pull her. She walked slowly and entered the living room with the mentality that she could drag a moment. It was very bright in the living room. Jing Zhentian was sitting at the table, as if she was preparing for dinner.

He was the only one at the huge dining table, and the servants lined up on both sides, but looking at it, it was always a little sad.

The old man, with a slightly bent back, was in a wheelchair. He was not able to move and his face was not good. Even the food was light. It seemed that he had no appetite.

When they came in, Jing Zhentian turned his head and saw joss. His eyebrows immediately frowned: "what are you bringing her for! Do you mean to piss me off! "

His words were very pungent. Joss shivered and shrank behind Jing chihan.

This is my old president. I've been scared several times since I met him. Joss can't overcome his fear.

Jing chihan ignored him and said to the servant, "take two more sets of chopsticks."

With that, he led Jos to the chair and asked her to sit down.

Joss felt a pair of sharp and cold eyes hanging on her body, which made her skin hurt and she didn't dare to breathe too much.

She breathed, after all, she braved a look and wanted to say hello with a smile. However, when she was frowning at Shangjing, she swallowed everything.

Don't say it. It's worse to say it.

The servant took the chopsticks and took a careful look at Jing shaking the sky. Seeing that the husband didn't order them not to eat, he put the chopsticks under the cloth and backed away honestly.

Jing Zhentian doesn't like joss, but Jing zhehan is his son. It seems that he hasn't eaten yet. As a father, he won't be stingy with a meal for him.

But in this way, he could not eat. He turned his wheelchair and told the servant, "bring my food to the room." Then he glared at Jing chihan: "eat the people with you, get out of here! Don't get in my way

"I won't go." Jingche cold light cold clip a chopsticks of vegetables, put into joss bowl: "something to stay in the United States for a few days, these days, joss at home with you."

With a click, joss dropped his chopsticks onto the table.

Jing shakes the sky, his eyes are firm, and his eyes are cold.

Jing zhehan did not see the general, calm himself began to eat.

Joss swallowed his saliva, carefully glanced at Jing shaking the sky, and below, Lala Jing's clothes: "are you kidding

He patted her hand for comfort.

But Jos was not comforted at all. He felt that there was a dark cloud above his head.

The scene shakes the sky obviously also to be angry not light, the breathing strength, heavy many.

"Sorry, President, we won't stay. We'll just..."

Her voice did not fall, the hand is pulled by Jing Che Han, pull her down, let her sit.