Following behind Ji Ziming, Pei GE's hand, holding Zhang Manhua's arm intimately, passed through the luxurious corridor.

This corridor seems to be a place where few people will come. On the elegant wall, almost all famous paintings are hung on the wall, as if they are not afraid of being stolen at all.

Light is just such a corridor, which makes people feel that the force here is particularly high.

After walking for a while, Ji Ziming stopped at the door of a box and opened the door.

"Right here." Ji Ziming made a gentleman's gesture and said faintly to Peige and Zhang Manhua.

"Oh ~!"

Peige took Zhang Manhua's arm and walked into the box.

The color in the box is mainly reddish brown. The deep color and those simple but elegant furnishings make the box look very atmospheric and compelling.

"Aunt, what do you like to eat?"

Ji Ziming waited for Pei Ge and Zhang Manhua to sit on the dining chair in front of the table, and then quietly asked about Pei Ge and Zhang Manhua.

"Me?" After sitting on the dining chair, Zhang Manhua listened to Ji Ziming's words and said with a smile, "I don't choose anything. Just order at will."

Ji Ziming listened to Zhang Manhua's words and nodded faintly.

"As for me, why don't you ask me what I want to eat." Pei Ge blinked and blinked at Ji Ziming. She knew that Ji Ziming must have ordered her favorite food without asking her, but she still wanted to tease Ji Ziming.

However, Ji Ziming, who has been teased by Peige so many times, can't see Peige's careful thinking?

"I know what you like to eat. I've ordered it."

Ji Ziming did not procrastinate at all, nor did he arouse people's appetite at all.

After listening to Ji Ziming's words, Pei Ge only felt warm in his heart. If there is a boyfriend like this, what can I ask for!

Looking at Pei Ge and Ji Ziming chatting happily, Zhang Manhua's nervous heart immediately relaxed a lot.

Unconsciously, the time passed in the chat between Peige and Ji Ziming.

"Xiao Ji, where are your parents? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Seeing that the time was approaching twelve o'clock, Zhang Manhua could not help but frown slightly.

Today's meal was the first formal meeting between the two families. They made an appointment at 11:30, but now this person hasn't arrived.

In this way, it seems a little unreasonable

It's reasonable to say that on such an important occasion as today, you shouldn't be late at all

Isn't it because Ji Ziming's parents don't like their family?

Thinking so, Zhang Manhua, who was still very nervous, suddenly became less nervous and even got a little unhappy in his heart.

In fact, not only did Zhang Manhua feel dissatisfied, but Ji Ziming, the son of the party concerned, was also dissatisfied.

He sipped his lips coldly and said in a slightly cold voice, "I'll call..."

Before Ji Ziming had finished his words and had time to take out his mobile phone, he saw the door of the box opened from the outside.

"Sorry, there are some traffic jams on the road. We're a little late!"

As soon as the door was opened, Zhang Manhua, sitting in the box, heard a burst of enthusiastic voice before he could raise his eyes and look at the man at the door.

The voice was full of guilt.

Looking up, Zhang Manhua looked at the two middle-aged people who came in from the door and couldn't help feeling in his heart.

No wonder Xiao Ji can grow so handsome! It turns out that the parents of this small season are great beauties!

Even if you are middle-aged, your appearance is quite high!

"You are the mother of our family!"

After mother Ji pushed the door and entered, she first looked at Peige and her son, and then focused all her attention on Zhang Manhua, smiling at Zhang Manhua with great enthusiasm.

"Yes, I'm GE's mother, Zhang Manhua." Zhang Manhua stood up from his chair and nodded politely to Ji's mother with a smile.

The three middle-aged people greeted each other, briefly introduced themselves, and then sat in a chair.

"Manhua, I envy you. You have such a good daughter ~!"

"Sister Qin, I envy you for having such a good son as Xiao Ji ~!"

Although Zhang Manhua and Ji's mother met for the first time today, they were able to talk to each other very well.

No, they haven't sat down for a long time. They seem to be old friends they haven't seen for a long time. They have a very pleasant and familiar chat.

Ji Ziming and Pei Ge, the two younger generation, were sitting next to the two mothers, listening to them compliment each other's children, and the corners of their mouths could not help but smoke slightly.

Ji Ziming, in particular, doesn't have any expression on his face after listening to Zhang Manhua's praise, but... It's not very interesting in his heart for a long time.

"Manhua, last time I went to a master who was especially good at fortune telling to calculate my fortune! The eight characters of our family are so compatible with Mingming!"

Ji's mother excitedly took Zhang Manhua's hand and talked with Zhang Manhua.

"Really? Really!" Zhang Manhua is also some people who believe in these things. After listening to Ji's mother's words, she immediately became interested

"Isn't it! The master said, our Ge Ge, follow our Ming Ming, that's a perfect match! A perfect match! In this life, we are destined to be husband and wife together!"

In fact, it's not that Ji's mother bragged, but that she really took Peige's eight characters and Ji Ziming's eight characters some time ago to calculate them.

Although Ji's mother doesn't particularly believe in this thing, she only went there because she was dragged by her friends.

But after listening to what the fortune teller said about her daughter-in-law, she was certainly very happy and believed what the fortune teller said.

"Hum! Superstition!" Seeing his wife talking about fortune telling with pride, father Ji suddenly snorted coldly and looked very disdainful.

What is destined to be a husband and wife! Not even a word!

If he doesn't agree, he wants to see how this woman can be "doomed" to marry his son!

"Cough ~!" Ji Ziming coughed slightly and interrupted two mothers who were very excited about the conversation and a father who was sulking.

"Dad, mom, it's getting late. Let's have dinner first."