Ji Yuting opened the car door and smiled: "Originally, my father said he wanted to come out to greet you, but the old man had not recovered and could only sit in a wheelchair and was unable to move. I'm really sorry."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "You are so polite."

"This is all right. You are my father's savior." Ji Yuting said with a smile, "Pay attention to the steps. The conditions here are not very good, but it is an old house where my father is used to living in, and my father likes it."

"Yes." Zhao Yuanjing nodded slightly.

He climbed up the steps and was calm and calm, without any shock or surprise when he saw the gorgeous villa.

Ji Yuting secretly praised her.

Before this, she had already learned about Zhao Xiaojing's family.

Single parents, born in poverty, their parents are ordinary workers, living in dilapidated and low-cost communities. They earn some living expenses by working as bloggers online on weekdays.

His social account has not been updated for a long time.

And the child also suffers from depression.

However, being famous is not as good as seeing at first sight.

With Ji Yuting's experience, she could tell at a glance that the child had no depression at all.

He is calm and smart.

The most important thing is that there is a special aura in him, which is a demeanor that only the superiors can possess.

This made Ji Yuting puzzled.

No matter from any perspective, with his experience and age, it is impossible for him to have such calm and nobleness.

This is simply too strange.

As a middle-aged woman with rich experience, Ji Yuting is full of curiosity about Zhao Yuanjing, a child.

Entering the door is a spacious and gorgeous living room.

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair and was thin, but he was in good spirits and had bright eyes.

The girl in white dress, Ji Tangtang, pushed her wheelchair over, her expression and eyes were cold, as if she was born to not smile.

"You are Brother Zhao, aren't you?" The old man stretched out his hand with a smile, "Welcome to come, please sit down quickly. I can't get up."

Zhao Yuanjing smiled: "You don't have to be polite, you are injured."

"Actually, it's not a big injury. You young people will be fine if you sleep for one night." The old man sighed cheerfully, "But I can't hold on to this old bone. Fortunately, I'm not lucky, and I should be able to live for a few more years."

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and said, "Depending on your toughness, living for another twenty or thirty years is not a problem."

"Haha, my little brother, Ji Yan." The old man smiled, "Yu Ting, bring all the food quickly. Today I want to thank me, little brother."

Ji Yuting smiled and said, "Dad, how do you calculate your generation? This child is about the same age as Tangtang. How can you call him brothers?"

"What do you know? Grandson with crutches and grandfather sleeping in cradles! Does generation have anything to do with age? I am in love with my little brother and am willing to be brothers with him."

"Okay, okay, as long as you are happy." Ji Yuting smiled helplessly and went out to arrange the meal.

After a while, the long table in the living room was filled with dishes, with extremely exquisite styles.

Zhao Yuanjing has seen a few.

Yun Dai did it.

"Come on, try my dish, it tastes sloppy."

Mr. Ji greeted Zhao Yuanjing to sit down.

At the huge table, only the two of them sat for dinner, and Ji Yuting and Ji Tangtang were both standing aside.

If it weren't for the modern furniture and appliances all over the room, Zhao Yuanjing would almost think that he had returned to the world where servants and maids were serving him.
Chapter completed!