Chapter 1017

"Well." Jiang Wuchen nodded slightly and said, "you seem to have seen through a lot."

Matsushima Jixiang smiled bitterly, stared at Jiang Wuchen and said, "I'm a very insecure person. I've been like this since childhood. I can't lack love in my world. If I don't have love, I'd rather disappear from this world.

I don't expect anything in the name. As long as two people love each other and can think of each other, I think it's enough. "

Jiang Wuchen reached out and held Matsushima Jixiang's hand, with a trace of evil charm, a trace of hegemony and a trace of tenderness in his eyes. His fingers gently rubbed the back of Matsushima Jixiang's hand, but his simple action made Matsushima Jixiang blush fiercely, and everything was silent.

The small roll came out, followed by several women in traditional kimonos, old and young. The Matsushima family attaches great importance to the traditional family banquet, especially when the family is revitalized, the etiquette, inheritance and civilization will be paid due attention.

"Let's go." Matsushima Jixiang took a breath. "Mr. dust-free, it's hard for you this time."

The door opened and they walked down arm in arm.

Jiang Wuchen's getting off the bus immediately attracted the screams and exclamations of several young kimono women.

"How handsome."

"He looks like a star."

"I don't remember where I saw him. Wow, it seems to be in a dream."

"Restrain your coquettish spirit. This is the object of sister Ji Xiang."

These chattering girls are obviously much smaller than Matsushima Jixiang. It is estimated that they are all her cousin or ethnic sister. Then several young people in suits or Samurai clothes came out.

These people are not too tall, the highest one is 1.7 meters, and they are one head lower than Jiang Wuchen when stepping on high wooden clogs. These young people look at Jiang Wuchen differently, including envy, jealousy, disdain and indifference.

Xiaojuan came to the other side of Jiang Wuchen, put his hand around Jiang Wuchen's arm and said in Japanese: "let me tell you, this is the object that sister Ji Xiang is going to marry, Mr. Wuchen."

"Clean, good name."

"Hello, brother Wuchen."

Several bold girls came over and blinked at Jiang Wuchen with a smile like looking at the bridegroom.

Jiang Wuchen responded with a smile, waved his hand and said, "hello."

It doesn't matter if this sentence comes out. The expression of the people on the scene solidified instantly.

They heard that Jiang Wuchen didn't speak Japanese, but Chinese. This tall and handsome man like a star was not from Dongyi, but from China.

Songdao family is a traditional family. Generally speaking, they are more opposed to the combination with foreigners, especially Huaxia.

Here, such a marriage is doomed not to be blessed.

The girls had a good expression. The young men behind them, especially those who showed contempt, disdain and jealousy just now, had more anger, hatred and provocation at this moment.

"How can sister Ji Xiang find such a man."

"This little white face must have used some means. Sister Ji Xiang must not marry him!"

Several narrow-minded men whispered angrily, and some of them took out their mobile phones to make calls.

Jiang Wuchen smiled and said to Matsushima Jixiang, "they don't seem to welcome me at once."

Matsushima Jixiang was embarrassed and hurriedly said, "no, but they didn't know you before. This time I thought you wouldn't be with me, so I didn't explain in advance. It's all my fault."

"Don't take all the responsibility on yourself." Jiang Wuchen smiled and disapproved.

Xiaojuan shouted in Japanese: "look at your ugly faces. Brother Wuchen is very powerful. You don't understand at all!"

In any case, it's a guest from afar, let alone a Chinese man brought back by Matsushima Jixiang. Even if he's African, he should do his best to be a host.

Several older women smiled and bowed to Jiang Wuchen to welcome him, and then invited him in. The smile at this moment was obviously different from that just now. There was a little more pride in his eyes.

Jiang Wuchen has read countless people. Naturally, he can see it.

In the villa, Matsushima came out with a cigarette in his mouth. He recognized Jiang Wuchen and was shocked. "Jiang... Jiang Wuchen!" he didn't expect his sister to walk with this guy.

You know, this guy committed a crime against his sister four years ago.

Matsushima Lingyi has also seen the power of Jiang Wuchen. He doesn't object to Jiang Wuchen and Matsushima Jixiang coming together. If it hadn't happened four years ago, they would have gained a lot of blessings.

Unfortunately

But on second thought, this may be the evil relationship between the two.

Songdaoling came with a laugh and stretched out his hands to embrace Jiang Wuchen. In the past, he didn't even have the qualification to carry shoes for Jiang Wuchen, but this night is different from the past. Jiang Wuchen gave him a hug.

It was this little hug. Matsushima Lingyi seemed to see spring, and his excited eyes were red. "Mr. dust-free, haven't seen you for a long time."

People have no good impression of Matsushima Jixiang, an unscrupulous brother. Even if they are all members of the Matsushima family or relatives, everyone knows what he has done, and Matsushima Lingyi has no position in the family.

He is the eldest and only son of Matsushima Daji. He must inherit the Matsushima family in the future. On the surface, he still respects him very much.

They didn't expect that Matsushima Lingyi and Jiang Wuchen still knew each other. From their warm embrace, they could see that they were old acquaintances.

"It's really my honor for Mr. dust-free to visit my Songdao family." Songdao Lingyi said in stiff Chinese, "please, please."

Everyone walked into the villa together.

The structure here is not a typical Dongyi style. The living room is very large. The decoration is more like traditional Chinese style. Mahogany tables and chairs are hung on the wall, full of national style and ancient charm.

From the kitchen, a woman with gray hair in kimono came out. She looked very good and looked a little like Matsushima Jixiang. She could recognize her mother and daughter at a glance.

The woman looked at Jiang Wuchen, who was tall and beautiful. She immediately liked him. She hurried over, looked up at Jiang Wuchen and smiled politely.

Matsushima Ji, with a red face, made an introduction.

After hearing that Jiang Wuchen is a Chinese, the woman didn't show much surprise. It seems that everything is expected of her. Her daughter likes Chinese culture since childhood and has developed in China over the years. It's normal to find a Chinese boyfriend.

She has no prejudice. As long as the man is good enough for her daughter, she can rest assured.

Jiang Wuchen sat in the middle of the sofa in the living room, and the seats in all directions were filled with Matsushima Jixiang's relatives, one by one continuing to examine Jiang Wuchen.

"This guy is really impolite. He came home for the first time and was empty handed."

"Ha ha, it's impolite. Do you expect a pig to be like a man?" the young man in black Samurai clothes said gnashing his teeth.