You may have seen it, but you were detained and clicked. As for your personality, you are not trying to make some of it yourself.

I asked the editor and said that it might be that the new book list blocked people's way and was maliciously messed up. I was in a bad mood today and didn't write much!

But you still have to cheer up! Who told me that I am so coquettish! In order to avoid misfortune next time! I hope everyone will vote and collect it! Friends who are not registered register and log in and click after clicking. Please give me a headache!!!

The next one is to write about the plot of crying. I predicted the wrong bird yesterday!!!

Sun Lixia, who knew her husband very well, was shocked when she heard this. Unconsciously, she remembered Yang Qingwu's slightly pale and thin cheeks again. She wondered what she had said to her husband in the room just now, and she was so blue-eyed.

But it did not prevent her from deciding to eliminate Yang Qingwu as her qualification to be her son-in-law. She nodded with confidence. As long as her husband did not agree, she was still confident that she would convince her daughter to change her mind.

Didn’t my daughter say that she is a prospective boyfriend, and she has not yet formally established a relationship, and she suddenly made up her mind.

Not long after, the nanny at home came up and informed that the birthday party was about to begin and asked the old lady and a group of women to go downstairs.

With the careful support of Jiang Song and Sun Lixia, the old lady in red dress slowly walked down the stairs, quickly got up to the downstairs and nodded to the old lady's good officials and nobles, responding with a graceful smile.

At the end of everyone walking were Yang Qingwu and Jiang Qianru whispering.

"I didn't look at the calendar when I went out today! No one liked me as soon as I entered the door. Your grandfather didn't look at me at first sight. Your dad was better, let alone your mom. I guess if I was at your house, I would go out immediately, and you all looked at jokes and didn't take me to heart. Alas! It's so pitiful!"

I can't tell how sad and nervous I was in my tone.

"Are you scared? I said that my family is an official, so I will leave after dinner. Don't come to me in the future. We are not suitable at all."

The tone was half true and half false, and Jiang Qianru could not see any expression even with her pretty face.

I didn't imagine the joy of seeing Yang Qingwu get embarrassed, but instead felt a little unignorable loss. I turned sideways, not wanting the young man beside me who was asked by all kinds of sarcastic and contemptuous questions just now, even thinking that he was too over-deserved to see his expression, for fear of being discovered.

While carefully admiring the style and manners of Mr. Jiang and the nobles, he passed by lightly:

"Not afraid, I'm not afraid if I promised to love you!"

There is no pretending to be serious and solemn, and what you want to make a vow is to guarantee, but there is only a way forward after careful consideration.

The slightly stagnant steps indicated that Jiang Qianru still heard this sentence, and as for what to react, she probably only knew.

Nearly fifty or sixty people surrounded Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang and walked towards a corner of the residential area, slowly walked out of a small door, and in less than five or six minutes, we came to a hotel that was not as luxurious as I imagined but was full of care. The boss, who never showed up, had been waiting respectfully at the door and came to meet him from a distance. Yang Qingwu looked at the fat body that he couldn't help but tremble and was worried that the suit button that he had finally buttoned up was broken.

The two eyes, full of enthusiasm, narrowed into thin slits, helped the old man and shouted:

"Old birthday boy, you are as blessed as the East China Sea, be careful of your feet!"

"Haha, okay."

The old man also nodded with a smile, and he kept his eyes on the heavyweight figures such as Li Huai and Jiang Tao who were closest to the old man, and then quickly flashed to the side. As for the people behind him who were used to giving orders on weekdays, he didn't even look at them.

This is the owner of the hotel, known as Fatty Hong. Few people know the specific origin, but they are also considered the number one person with great wisdom in Shanghai. Although they usually look like they smile at everyone, few people dare to underestimate him.

It is rumored that a few years ago, a few poor and crazy Inner Mongolians actually robbed a hotel under his name with two shotguns that were shooting birds, and even killed a younger brother who was watching the venue.

I fled to Guangdong without stopping, but I was still not as good as Fatty Hong, and said, "God of Lafite, please feel old."

Within three days, Guangdong ducking Ping Dan Taiping, an old man who had put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha, and used his blood to cultivate the Buddha's energy, sent someone to send back the desperate people from Inner Mongolia intact.

There are several hotels and clubs of great scale under my command, but no one can clearly estimate the assets in secret.

The entire hotel lobby was empty, with nearly a hundred waiters standing on both sides of the left and right rows. They were both beautiful and beautiful, standing quietly on both sides of the hall.

The decoration style of the entire hall does not follow the magnificent and luxurious route, but is a retro style with a suspicion of art and elegance. The huge screen with cumbersome patterns stands on one side of the hall. The calligraphy and paintings are charming, the mountains are majestic, the flowing water returns to twists and turns, the green pine trees are vigorous and the bamboos are agile, and the koi leaps up and cranes dance alone. The center of the hall is a huge rockery made of hollows. Small streams of flowing water flow from top to bottom, and some crystal clear corals are dotted on it. It is really a bit of thought.

It was obviously a day off to celebrate the old man's birthday. Only six large tables were arranged in the spacious living room. Just as the waiters were serving everyone and sat in separate seats, the old man's life secretary You Lingyun walked to Fatty Hong and said a few words softly.

He lost his eyes at Yang Qingwu who was sitting with Sun Lixia and Jiang Qianru on the side. Fatty Hong, who looked at him along the line, saw Yang Qingwu looking around with curious look at the decorations of the hall and couldn't help but lower his head and muttering to Jiang Qianru on the side.

Audiobooks are so colorful that they attract many people's attention. After all, the only granddaughter of the Jiang family and her beauty are born, she is now having a happy conversation with a young man who doesn't know the background, so she is naturally a little curious.

But from Sun Lixia who looked unhappy, it can be judged that the Jiang family was not satisfied with this young man, otherwise it would not be introduced there.

Fatty Hong, who was a little curious and entertaining, turned around and said in his heart: "It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat!"

I said to You Lingyun, don’t worry, and then turned around and left.

The birthday banquet began soon, and the waiters who entered the rivers brought various delicacies to the table. As a result, Yang Qingwu, who had worked in the catering industry for a while, had learned two specialties, was stunned. He didn't know a dish, and he thought to himself: "This rich man can really make it!"

After a while, the old man stood up with the gentle support of Li Huai, the chief steward of the municipal party committee, and Jiang Tao, the eldest son, stood up, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and said loudly with a red face:

"I'm really troubled you today. I'm thinking about me every year. Some of them come here from afar. You must have fun and be sure to have something to do. Be sure to give me some inadequate entertainment."

As soon as this was said, the old man who was present immediately thought of a birthday celebration of the old man who had been together one after another, and was as blessed as the East China Sea. It took a while for the rest of the five tables to calm down. A person with a higher weight was consciously walking out to the old man's main table and holding a wine glass to celebrate his birthday.

After all, the old man is old and almost never drinks. When he is in good mood, he only drinks some mellow health care like rice wine. In addition, his wife's son's concerns about his health, even the birthday party is replaced by his eldest son Jiang Tao.

After the toast, everyone returned to their seats. The birthday party officially began. I didn’t eat much in the morning, so I was careful to deal with the problems of Jiang Qianru and the crowd one after another. Yang Qingwu, who had been hungry, felt no restraint at all. He was getting more and more relaxed and was about to reward himself. When he had a big meal, he heard Mr. Jiang shouting at this place:

"Come on, Qianru, come and sit with grandpa."

It seems that the old man really likes this only granddaughter. He kept saying hello, and the waiter next to him immediately brought a seat and placed it next to the old man.

Yang Qingwu, who had just carefully picked up a chopstick in front of Jiang Qianru, couldn't help but turn his head and look at it. The old man nodded slightly to him and smiled slightly.

I didn't want to sit next to my mother's side, which was emitting a cold air all over her body, and immediately pulled Yang Qingwu to go over when she heard this. Sun Lixia coughed gently twice when she saw this.

Yang Qingwu also understood that the table was not something he could sit on. He gently broke free from Jiang Qianru's hand and said with a chuckle:

"Qianru, just go by yourself. There will be a little crowded if there are too many people there. It's good for me to be here!"

"Don't you know what others think of you? I can't stand it if you can. Let's go! Follow me to find my grandpa."

I really can't stand my group of aunts and aunts who are self-righteous and arrogant. Even my mother does not hide her contempt and indifference towards Yang Qingwu. Jiang Qianru, whose original intention is like this, unconsciously changed her mind and still doesn't know it. Do you think Yang Qingwu is a little sad when she is servile and laughs, or is she angry because he is despised by others because he is his boyfriend?

Did you fall in love with him or her boyfriend? Jiang Qianru was thinking about this absurd idea along the way.

Hearing the words, the people who were sitting in the table who made things difficult for Yang Qingwu suddenly turned a little unnatural. Even Sun Lixia, who was beside her, frowned deeply. It was not because her daughter said so bluntly that she was afraid of offending all the sisters-in-law and sister-in-law, but more because she was afraid that her daughter would really have a stubborn temper and fell into it.

"No, it's pretty good. Go quickly, everyone is watching!"

Yang Qingwu grinned relaxedly and insisted:

"Yang Qingwu, either you and me, or you get out of here!"

Despite trying hard to lower his voice, he still couldn't hide his anger and impatiently said:

His pretty face turned slightly red and cold, and after saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qianru was really angry, so she had to stand up with her teeth and smiled at everyone present with embarrassment, but she still bent over unconsciously, looking humble and restrained.

I glanced over Sun Lixia's gaze with some anxiety, even colder and unhappy than he thought. It seemed that my ugly son-in-law was really not pleased by her mother-in-law!

In this way, under the gaze of everyone, this young man who came out of a northeastern restaurant on the side of the road, used too much hair spray on his head, and his body was a bit thin. Although he was a combination of clothes, his cheap suit was still eye-catching among the crowd, and his face was full of a faint smile.

Everyone looked very comfortable and respectful, but they just looked a little restrained and followed Jiang Qianru, passing through the different gazes of everyone, and step by step to the table, who was destined to be a giant and above the sky compared to him.

Your cheeks have been stained with ink, my sword light flashed by the flag, the sound of horseshoes, the golden lotus moves step by step, you sing your big green clothes, I pretend to be my sword horse dan.
Chapter completed!