Jun Ci didn't speak, not that he didn't want to answer, but didn't know how to say it.

Even if Lydia was true, at least she couldn't admit it in front of Jun Chengyue.

"Jiang Yi, you don't know, don't talk about it."

Jiang Yi glanced at Junci after hearing the words, and saw that the expression on the young man’s face was not excited, but he was just plain indifferent, so he didn’t mention it, and moved the topic elsewhere: "Okay, Cici, you won’t go home today. Right? My mother entertained the guests at home, and will eat at our house tonight."

"That's not okay, at least you have to let me put things down, then follow along, get some clothes by the way, and stay at your house tonight."

Hearing that he was going to his Patriarch, Jiang Yi laughed, nodded and turned the front of the car.

When I returned home, I took some simple items for washing up and changing clothes. Because Jiang's family almost knew the identity of her girl now, she didn't hide anything, and took everything that should be taken.

When the piano came home, he saw the cello, his dog son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. I wondered if he knew his father’s fault. He hugged the cello and gave a hypocritical greeting. The little spy hugged Jun porcelain thighs impatiently. : "I'll go with you!"

Jiang Yi glanced at it, and the little spy shrank behind Jun Ci's calf, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that Jiang Yi had no objection, Jun Ci said indifferently: "Then it's up to you, honestly, there may be a lot of Jiang's family in recent days."

There are many senior officials at home and abroad attending such a big birthday. The scene is naturally very strict. She can't let the little spies run around.

The little spy patted his chest and promised: "I'm honest!"

There is Li's mother at home, so the piano won't go, so I won't take it away.

*

The Jiang family is now very busy, Ji Yan's 40th birthday, too many people have come.

Jiang's family was so busy that she could not touch the ground. When Jun Ci came to Jiang's house, Jiang's mother saw her and said familiarly: "Porcelain is here? Go to the back with Yier to play. Auntie is very busy."

She didn't drive people out, but because she had already regarded Junci as her own, she spoke in the tone of her family.

Now that she is very busy, she doesn't need these two troublemakers.

Junci knows that Mother Jiang is busy, but still smiles forward: "Auntie, I know you are busy, but I have a birthday present for you."

She handed a pair of white scrolls in her hand. It was very short, not like the usual scale of scrolls. It looked quite new, as if it had been drawn recently. From the perspective of a discerning person, there is no history. value.

"I know that you like paintings, but I didn't look for them. I got a strange painting made by a friend by coincidence. You can open it later."

Although Mother Jiang didn't know what the painting was, she still happily took it, and patted Jun Ci's hand with a gentle smile: "You are also interested, okay, auntie accept the gift, and go to the inner hall. Jiang Yi, Ji Moyin, they are all here, you go and greet."

"Got it."

Jiang Yi naturally knew that Jiang’s mother was very busy now, and did not bother her. After leaving with Junci, he asked Junci curiously: "Porcelain, you didn’t buy the one I reminded you of last time. Painting?"

"I asked, but the painting was booked a long time ago. How come I am loved by so many people? But luckily, I got a strange painting, and my aunt will definitely like it."