Lu Anran really agreed, and is on his way now.
Song Qingwan hung up the phone in her hand, raised her eyes, and saw that Lu Qidong just came down from upstairs.
His appearance is still elegant and elegant, like a gentleman and gentle, but his expression is somewhat gloomy, his thin lips are pursed, and his face is not looking good.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Seeing this, Song Qingwan's heart skipped a beat, she took a step forward, and looked behind him again: "Hey, where's Dad? Didn't you two come together? Why didn't you see anyone else?!"
The little girl next to her opened her big black and clear eyes, blinking at them, her eyelashes were dark and slender, like an elf in the forest.
There is also a light green water bottle hanging on her body, and her bright red mouth is biting a straw, her cheeks are bulging, holding the water bottle, she is desperately lowering her head to drink water.
Lu Junhan, on the other hand, was wearing a well-tailored black suit, his expression was as cold as ever, without too many temperature fluctuations, and his eyes were cold and calm.
"Dad he..."
Lu Qidong glanced at them, then at Song Qingwan in front of him, paused, and remained silent for a moment before he seemed hesitant to speak: "Dad, he..."
When Lu Qidong came down from upstairs, his face was ugly, and now he hesitated again, Song Qingwan seemed to think of something, and was shocked immediately: "Dad is dead?"
"..."
Song Qingwan looked anxious: "How did you die? Where did you die? How long have you been dead?"
Lu Qidong: "..."
Lu Junhan: "..."
Lu Qidong said expressionlessly that he didn't really understand your women's brain circuits. After a long silence, he finally sighed, gritted his teeth and said in resignation:
"Dad is playing mahjong with someone upstairs!"
"What?! Playing mahjong??"
She took a breath and muttered to herself: "...then it would be better to die!"
Lu Qidong: "..."
Song Qingwan recovered from the shock, but she still couldn't hold back, and frowned,
"No... why didn't you stop him? He only needs to play mahjong, and if you keep it nine times out of ten, you'll lose! You dare to let him gamble! Do you think the money is too much, or that our Lu family's face is not enough to ruin it? And just gamble, don't look at the occasion, is it time to gamble!"
"I want to stop it too, but I can't!"
Lu Qidong spread his hands helplessly, "You also know that besides fishing, Dad likes gambling the most! I stopped him just now, and he almost turned against me in front of so many people! And, this time It was Uncle Song who invited him, he is a birthday star today, and I am a junior, so it is not easy to refute the birthday star's face! What's more, Elder Shen is also here today."
"Old Shen?"
Song Qingwan's pupils shrank suddenly.
In the entire Haicheng, there is only one person who dares to call him "Old Shen", and that person is Shen Kangping.
The same age as the 76-year-old old man, Song Qingwan and Lu Qidong should have called him Uncle Shen, but calling him "Old Shen" was not because of this, but because it was a respectful title, even the old man called him that.
In the early years, old masters, old masters Yu and old master Song, as well as the powerful heads of some other military and political families, were basically under the old man Shen!
Most of them were brought out by Mr. Shen.
The Shen family is a red family in the Beijing circle. Old Shen is a real big tiger in the military and political circles. Even the old man who has always dominated Haicheng can only respectfully respect him as "Old Shen" in front of him.
It can be seen how terrifying his power is.
Recently, there were even rumors that Elder Shen was already looking for a successor.
Behind him is not only the Shen family, but also an unimaginable and unfathomable huge force.
Normally, quite a few dignitaries want to board his big ship, but those who can be favored by Mr. Shen are naturally not the idle ones. Even the old man is not enough to look good in front of him.
Therefore, Song Qingwan was very surprised.
"Why did Mr. Shen come here? Doesn't he usually dislike such occasions?"
"So Uncle Song is here to accompany you, I guess Mr. Shen should just come and sit, and won't stay for long,"
Lu Qidong sighed: "And today is Uncle Song's 80th birthday. To put it bluntly, if you don't come now, you don't know if you can come again next time!"
The next time is my ninetieth birthday.
But for ordinary people, living to eighty is considered a long life, let alone ninety.
Besides, in the past ten years, any accident may happen:
"However, I think Dad is quite sensible this time. He knows how to choose mahjong which is played ten times and nine times. In the past, he would have played his favorite game of ten games and ten times!"
"Sensible? I think he doesn't want to lose face in front of the superior, Mr. Shen."
Song Qingwan's tone was mocking, and after a moment of silence, she finally sighed and said in a low voice, "Looking at your face, I'm afraid Dad has lost a lot!"
Lu Qidong sighed: "Anyway, in the few rounds I watched, Dad never won! On the contrary, Uncle Yu, Uncle Song, and Uncle Lin won and lost evenly. In short, after a few games, Dad was the only one losing! Most of the chips in my hand are almost lost, and his face, not to mention how ugly, even I, a bystander, can't bear to look at it."
For powerful people like them, losing money is a trivial matter, what matters is face.
Playing more than a dozen rounds without winning a single round, Lu Qidong felt ashamed and ashamed watching from the sidelines, not to mention the old man himself, he didn't know where to put his old face!
In particular, Mr. Yu's son Yu Rende and Mr. Lin's son Lin Yulu never got along with his father.
When they were young and served as soldiers under Old Shen, Mr. Yu and Mr. Lin disliked the outstanding Mr. in all kinds of ways, and they had to compete with him in everything!
But there is no way, the old man is much more talented than them in terms of military and political affairs, and after that, he has risen rapidly level by level, making old man Yu envious.
In the past few decades, the three of them have fought openly and secretly, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are deadly enemies.
Now that the old man has lost so badly, how can Yu Rende and Lin Yulu let go of such a good opportunity!
From the beginning to the end, he has been speaking sarcastic sarcastic remarks both openly and secretly.
All of them are old foxes, and they are a round older than him.
Lu Qidong didn't want to say much, and in the end, he was so angry that he couldn't stay any longer, so he came down.
Originally, Song Qingwan didn't plan to go up, after all, a group of elders were playing cards, so it's nothing for them juniors to rush up.
But Mr. Shen had to give him this face, and he didn't dare to offend him easily.
So, Song Qingwan, Lu Qidong, and Lu Junhan took the little girl up together.
Before they entered the door, and they didn't know what they were talking about, they heard the old man's nemesis Yu Rende say loudly hypocritically from a long distance away:
"Lu Fanen," he called the old man's name, played out the cards in his hand, and let out a low laugh: