Zhou Xinya introduced and said, "Mom, brother, sister-in-law, this is what I told you Chen Che. Chen Che, this is my mom, my brother, my sister-in-law. My dad hasn't come back yet."

"Hello you guys." Chen Che had no experience and could only say hello like this a bit dry.

After his eyes adapted to the light in the hall, Chen Che saw that there were three people in the hall, who were the three people introduced by Zhou Xinya.

A young man, who is twenty-five or twenty-six years old, has short hair and flat head, looks quite handsome, like a member of the domestic male group, but his eyes are cold and his eyes are born with a natural Ju Ao. Next to him is a beautiful woman with a very ladylike appearance and temperament, very quiet, and her appearance looks higher than Zhou Xinya.

Zhou Xinya's mother is the image of a rich wife. She is dressed luxuriously, has long hair shawls, and has good skin care. When you look at it, you seem to be only thirty-seven or eight years old, like Zhou Xinya's sister. But her eyes are no longer the translucent and flying of young people, but the indifference after years of precipitation.

"Grandma is on the second floor. Xinya, go and visit your friends," said the beautiful woman.

Zhou Xinya took Chen Che upstairs, and in a spacious bedroom southward, an old lady with silver hair was half lying there on the wide king's bed. She opened her eyes until the person approached.

"Grandma, this is Chen Che, my boyfriend, we are going to get married!" Zhou Xinya said loudly.

When the old lady heard this, she nodded slightly, opened her mouth and said "Okay, OK", and then reached out to hold Chen Che's hand.

Her hands are like dry branches, indicating the passage of life and the aging of time.

Chen Che was afraid that the old lady would pull his hands together with Zhou Xinya's, because in that case, a sense of trust in the old man at the end of the years would arise naturally, which was a sense of ritual that could not be easily broken free.

Chen Che was already very dissatisfied with Zhou Xinya, dissatisfied with her casual lies and indifferent attitude, and said she was "joking". Dissatisfied with her attitude, sometimes happy and sometimes serious and impermanent. When she stood quietly at the sales office to sell the house, she was like the most professional sales lady, with a smile like a spring breeze. However, since she left the role of a sales lady, she became like a cloud, without a fixed shape and no regularity, and only one step away from being moody.

Such a person actually said to his grandmother: "We are going to get married."

Even a kind lie, Chen Che felt uncomfortable.

But out of awe of life and the years, Chen Che also shouted: "Hello grandma! I wish you a hundred years of life!"

Chen Che didn't know whether this sentence was suitable for the old man of ninety-three. But this is the only vocabulary.

The old lady had a little difficulty in pronunciation. She opened her mouth and said something to Zhou Xinya. Zhou Xinya leaned closer to listen and repeatedly said, "No, grandma, don't worry."

Chen Che's lips read from the old lady was: "Ya'er, don't bully him"

After Zhou Xinya talked to the old lady, she was about to go downstairs.

Chen Che said, "You go downstairs first, I'll sit here for a while."

"You yourself?" Zhou Xinya was stunned.

"Um."

Zhou Xinya felt strange, but left first.

Chen Che sat at the head of the bed, looking at the old lady, who also looked at him.

This is the greatest century that humans have lived for nearly a century and have experienced humanity’s greatest century.

From the old man's eyes, he reads stories about the years.

War, survival, rise, ordinary, struggle, wealth, indifference, helplessness, nature, end...

Her eyes were filled with wisdom and indifference that was exclusive to those who could reach the end of the years. She was neither surprised nor happy, but she was kind enough, with silver-white eyebrows but warm eyes.

Chen Che sat here for a while, thinking that he had figured out something, but he didn't think about anything, just accompanied a 93-year-old man for ten minutes.

Afterwards, Chen Che stood up to say goodbye to the old lady when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

After walking out of the room, Zhou Xinya greeted her and smiled, "Thank you for accompanying the old lady. My mother and sister-in-law are preparing supper, and my brother is watching TV. Do you want to go downstairs to chat with him, or do you have to go to my room on the third floor to have a look?"

Chen Che said: "I'm curious about your room."

Zhou Xinya took Chen Che upstairs, and the south-facing super large bedroom was covered with warm solid wood floors. The room seemed to have a fresh air system and the air was very fresh. The white solid wood bed was covered with matching satin bedding, which looked expensive. It is speculated that the person sleeping on it was very comfortable and happy.

Beside the bed is a wide European dressing table, filled with bottles of water, all of which are equipment that Chen Che didn't recognize.

There is a booth in the corner of the wall at the end of the bed, a small bookshelves, and a small tatami on the wide bay window, with wooden tables and tea cups on it.

The lights on the roof are ceiling lights painted with flowers and birds. The material on the edges does not look like plastic, but pure copper. Even the two wall lights on the head of the bed are also pure copper.

In the room, the tall and large white wardrobe is the striking look of European royalty. God knows how many clothes will be inside after opening it.

However, based on Zhou Xinya's dressing taste, the clothes inside should not be appreciated by Chen Che.

Overall, it is a standard rich girl's bedroom, and the air is filled with a slight smell of high-end perfume.

Such a woman who grew up with a pampered and elegant place flirts with strange men on WeChat and sends photos with each other. It is difficult to understand, but it is also reasonable.

There must be many people chasing her, and they have definitely talked about love many times. The way to pursue excitement has gone from reality to virtual.

Judging from the way she gets along with her family, she doesn’t seem to be a well-behaved and docile woman at home. At least, she has not said a word to her brother. She is not as intimate and sticky as an ordinary girl with her mother.

Zhou Xinya closed the door and asked with a smile: "Are you thinking, what kind of person am I?"

"The room is beautiful," Chen Che said.

"What then?" Zhou Xinya leaned on the bay window, her buttocks were squeezed into a seductive look.

Chen Che realized the existence of something called "class" or "gap".

In such a single-family villa, such a room, and such a family, his hormone secretion seems to be suppressed, making him unable to become erotic.

Chen Che couldn't help but think that if she had entered the boudoir of another ordinary girl, the girl was both beautiful and sexy, and the door was closed by her, then... the emotion of doing whatever she wanted would be raging in her heart. If she didn't do anything in the room where she grew up, she would be sorry for the right time, place and people.

However, here, Chen Che did not have this idea.

"I feel like I've entered the teacher's office, and I'm still the kind of beautiful teacher." Chen Che said truthfully.

Zhou Xinya was amused and said with a smile: "Then aren't you, both scared and nervous, and a little excited?"

Chen Che did not comment.

Zhou Xinya said again: "No need to do this. Have you forgotten how powerful and cruel you were on the balcony of the model room on the 26th floor? I am all yours, so what are you afraid of?"

"The lady from a rich family feels... can't afford to offend him." Chen Che said.

"There is no money? I told you that the car was modified. As for this house, do you think this villa in a remote suburb can be called a villa? It's similar to the self-built house in the village. But you, people with tens of millions of properties and millions of cars, are crying poor here." Zhou Xinya said.
Chapter completed!