Although the two ignored each other on the plane, Jingxing could only follow him after getting off the plane because she didn't know the way at all.

The two of them took a taxi and rushed to where Song Qiwan and Wenxin lived.

Their place is in the suburbs about two hours away from the airport. The environment along the way is very good. Jingxing chatted with the driver in English mixed with half-baked Japanese along the way, and Yingche started sending text messages as soon as she got on the bus.

During the chat, Jingxing looked at the cell phone in his hand with contempt. How many things can’t be finished?

Yingche probably noticed her gaze, raised her head, glanced at her indifferently, and Jingxing quickly turned his head to the side.

Two hours later, the two arrived at their destination. Jingxing was still waving goodbye to the taxi driver enthusiastically. Yingche had already walked straight into the independent courtyard behind him.

Jingxing turned around and hurriedly followed.

As soon as I entered the yard, the door of the inner room was opened. Wen Xin was standing at the door. When she saw Yingche walking in, she screamed in surprise: "Xiaoche?"

"Grandma." Yingche smiled slightly, "I'll come to see you and grandpa."

"Ah!" Wen Xin was so excited that she stepped forward and hugged her baby grandson, "Why don't you tell grandma in advance? What should I do if your grandfather is in a bad heart? I know that your grandfather is in a bad mood, then what should I do if I get too surprised?"

As he was talking, Jingxing walked in. When Wen Xin saw her, she was stunned: "This is..."

Seeing this, Jingxing immediately pouted: "Grandma, you don't even recognize Nannan?"

"Nannan!" Wen Xin immediately let go of Yingche, grabbed Jingxing again, looked up and down, and burst into tears in surprise, "It's really Nannan! Oh, grandma hasn't seen you for only two years and has grown into a big girl!"

"I have sent photos to grandma!" Jingxing pouted, "Didn't grandma look at my photos?"

"Of course I saw it!" Wen Xin patted her face and smiled, "It's just that our daughter is a hundred times more beautiful than in the photo, so grandma didn't recognize her for a while!"

After hearing this, Jingxing laughed again and reached out to hug Wenxin: "Grandma is as young and beautiful as before, so I recognized her at first glance!"

"Little girl, you're so slick!" Wen Xin chuckled, then said, "Okay, come in the house. Grandpa will definitely be very happy to see you two."

Song Qiwan was indeed very happy to see these two grandchildren. He was always serious and old-fashioned and couldn't stop smiling for a long time. In addition, Jingxing's sweet mouth made him and Wen Xin feel happy.

Yingche sat next to her, probably to make the two old men happy, and smiles frequently appeared on the faces of the people who had always been cold-faced.

When Jingxing saw this, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

It turns out that Iceberg can laugh too...

The four grandparents and grandchildren were chatting, and Song Qiwan suddenly looked at Yingche: "Yingche, you promised your grandfather to bring your girlfriend to see her grandfather and grandma this National Day. Where is your girlfriend?"

After hearing this, Jingxing couldn't help but look at Song Yingche and seek an answer.

Yingche just smiled helplessly: "Grandpa, if I find it, I will definitely bring you and grandma."

"Impossible?" Wen Xin smiled, "How could our Yingche, how could we not find a girlfriend?"

"Grandpa and grandma, he lied to you!" Jingxing didn't want to pay attention to him, but he wanted to make his grandma happy, so he unswervingly exposed the iceberg, "He has a girlfriend, a junior, who majors in English!"

After hearing this, Yingche glanced at her faintly, and Jingxing glared back without showing any weakness.

"Really?" Wen Xin's eyes immediately glowed, "Are you beautiful? Why didn't you bring her to Japan?"

"It's very beautiful!" Jingxing saw that Yingche still did not answer, so he answered on his behalf.

"Is that so? It's more beautiful than our daughters?" Wen Xin teased Jing Xing again.

"Grandma!" Jingxing hugged Wenxin again and acted coquettishly, "Are you talking about your brother's girlfriend? Don't touch me."

"That's because grandma is very curious whether there are any boys that our beautiful daughter likes!" Wen Xin smiled.

"Grandma, you are as gossipy as mom!" Jingxing grimaced.

"You little damn!" Wen Xin reached out and nodded Jingxing's head, then looked at Yingche again, "Okay, for the sake of bringing Nannan's pistachio to me, grandpa and grandma will not pursue the matter that you didn't bring your girlfriend. But next time you come here, you must bring it to grandpa and grandma!"

"I understand." Yingche smiled faintly and replied.

The place where Song Qiwan and Wen Xin live is peaceful and quiet, and it is a good place for living and cultivating their body and mind. They are also very happy with Yingche and Jingxing by their side. However, they are all 18-year-old children, and Wen Xin is afraid that they will be bored, so she instigated Yingche to take Jingxing to Kyoto for fun.

Of course Jingxing was very interested in this proposal, but he thought of the person who wanted to take her there...

In front of grandparents these days, Yingche's attitude towards her seems to have improved a little, but to be honest, Jingxing still feels disgusted.

After all, he pretended to her a little better attitude, not because of sincerity. She dared to let him take him out for fun?

But unexpectedly, Song Yingche actually agreed!

So Jingxing quickly decided that he was just to make grandma happy, and he made a secret decision in his heart.

The two of them took the train from this country town to Kyoto, and took the Shinkansen from Nagoya to Tokyo, and then they could get to Tokyo in about an hour.

Because it was the peak period, they bought tickets when they arrived at the station again, and only bought tickets for free seats. When they got on the bus, they saw that there were a lot of people, but there was no seat, so they could only stand.

Jingxing is not spoiled, she just stands while standing. Anyway, she has just experienced military training, so she is not afraid of standing.

Yingche didn't care about her, stood by herself, looking down at her phone from time to time.

Only then did Jingxing remember that he could send text messages, so he also took out his cell phone and prepared to send a text message to Xu Murong.

Who knew that her text message had just been edited halfway, but suddenly she felt someone touched her behind her!

"Ah--" Jingxing couldn't help but scream softly. When he looked back, he saw that there was only a middle-aged man wearing glasses standing behind her. Seeing her turn around, she looked like an innocent expression.

Jingxing had no evidence and was not easy to attack, so he could only move silently towards Song Yingche.

"What's wrong?" He heard her scream and asked coldly.

Jingxing shook his head, not wanting to talk to him.

Seeing this, Song Yingche stopped asking about it.

Jingxing was also feeling like sending a text message at this time. He stood nervously while pinching his phone, his body was extremely stiff.

But not long after, another hand suddenly hit her buttocks quietly.

"Ah--" Jingxing was already nervous, but now he couldn't help but scream loudly, and rushed forward and rushed into Yingche's arms.

Yingche quickly reached out to protect her, and at the same time looked at the suspicious man behind her with a gloomy look: "What's wrong?"

Jingxing didn't even care about his hatred, and buried it in his arms and cried: "He touched me, that person touched me..."

Yingche's gloomy gaze became fierce in an instant. When she looked at the man, her hand couldn't help but clenched her fist.

The man was guilty, but when he saw this, his eyes suddenly flashed and he retreated.

But it was too late. Yingche pulled Jingxing in his arms and waved him hard!

"Ah--" The man screamed, fell down in response, and fell heavily into the carriage.

Yingche looked at him coldly and wanted to go forward and attack. Jingxing was afraid that something would happen, so he hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't hit him, don't hit him..."

She never expected that his fist would be so heavy. Seeing that the man fell to the ground in pain and could never get up again, how could she dare to let him continue to attack?

Yingche's expression was still cold, her hand was pulled, and she kicked the man hard with her feet.

Jingxing quickly pulled him back a few steps until he could no longer touch the man, and then stopped.

But she was still shocked and scared. She still did not let go of his hand, but instead leaned her face against his arm and looked at the man on the ground timidly.

As a result, a flight attendant rushed over soon. The consequences can be imagined. No matter what the reason for his attack was, they were taken to the police station after getting off the car.

It was not difficult to explain such a thing clearly, but Yingche dislocated the man's chin with one punch, and injured the man's leg with one kick, so things were still a bit troublesome.

In the end, the incident alarmed Song Xiyuan who was abroad. Then the highest executor of a famous local consortium in Tokyo came in person to solve the problem.

When Yingche came out of the confession room, Jingxing had been sitting outside waiting for nearly two hours. When he saw him, he immediately forgot everything. He stepped forward and hugged his arm and shouted: "Brother..."

"It's okay." For some reason, the person who had been in the confession room for several hours seemed to be in a bad mood, and he said these three words to her calmly.

Jingxing nodded and followed him out of the police station.

It was already dark, and there was a business car waiting for them outside. When the driver saw them coming out, he hurriedly came forward and said a silly Japanese that Jingxing could not understand at all.

Yingche had a brief conversation with him and then prepared to get in the car.

Jingxing was still holding his hand, so of course he could only keep up.

The car was spacious and warm, and finally soothed her panic for several hours. After calming down, she realized that she was still holding Song Yingche's arm and quickly let go as if she had touched a hot potato.

Yingche turned her head and glanced at her indifferently.

Jingxing habitually shook his head 180 degrees and looked out the window.

But after looking out the window, she remembered again - he had just beaten a pervert for himself, shouldn't she confront him like this?

Thinking of this, she turned around and looked at him again.

Yingche looked out the window with a blank expression on his face.

Jingxing bit his lip and finally decided to show his goodwill. Then he called him again: "Brother, do your hands hurt?"

Yingche did not answer or turn her head, as if she had not heard her question.

Jingxing was not discouraged, and he was quiet for a while, and continued to speak hard: "Brother, you actually don't hate me so much, right?"

Yingche still didn't move.

"Where are we going now?" Jingxing continued to ask.

After a while, he finally heard his voice: "Hotel."

Jingxing received a response and suddenly became excited: "Okay. But... we just came out of the police station and just got so unlucky when the movement was right. Should we ask the hotel people to prepare braziers and grapefruit leaves for you-"
To be continued...