The girl's voice was light and her eyes were full of sincerity: "I have never thought about these things before, and I probably won't think about them in the future."
Wen Ruxia immediately understood what she meant, and was not upset because Qiao Nian rejected her: "I understand, I'll help you turn it down."
"Oh, I have one more thing."
She paused, then brought up the main purpose of calling Qiao Nian: "The day after tomorrow is my old lady's birthday. We are going to hold a party at home. Do you have time to attend? I'll have someone send you an invitation."
The Wen family’s banquets were held at very high standards.
The guests who can attend are naturally carefully selected.
Wen Ruxia, however, took Qiao Nian very seriously: "It's just a family party. I mentioned you to her. The old lady wants to meet you."
The old lady of the Wen family has a kind and charitable personality. She is a childlike person and one of the few open-minded people of the older generation in Beijing.
Live a comfortable life early.
At the age of 80, he can still drink 4 taels of white wine a day and remains in good health.
She had heard Wen Ruxia talk about Qiao Nian's deeds, and also heard that her grandson's secret love for the goddess failed, and he suddenly calmed down and began to mature. He was learning to take over the family business, so she was very interested in Qiao Nian. This time, it was the old lady who took the initiative to invite Qiao Nian to attend her birthday party.
"Qiao Nian, do you have time?" Wen Ruxia herself liked Qiao Nian very much and sincerely invited her to come.
Qiao Nian thought for a moment and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm not in Beijing and can't go back for the time being, so I won't go. I'll ask a friend to bring a gift over."
The friend she was talking about was Wei Lou.
The Wei family and the Wen family are old friends, so Wei Lou will most likely go.
"Oh, I see." Wen Ruxia was not too disappointed. She said a few words to Qiao Nian and hung up the phone.
Then he leaned back in his chair and didn't rush to leave.
I sent a message to my nephew. …
Tsinghua University male dormitory.
Wen Ziyu had just returned from taking a shower and changing his clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the WeChat message from Wen Ruxia.
He clicked it.
"I invited Qiao Nian for you, but unfortunately she's not in Beijing and can't come to your grandma's birthday party. Tsk, kid, don't say I didn't fight for you. I'm sorry."
Wen Ziyu stared at the sentence on WeChat and read it over and over again three times before looking away. He pursed his lips silently and turned back to say to the people in the dormitory: "Zhou Yang, my grandmother's birthday is the day after tomorrow, you should come and join us."
"Me? Is it appropriate for me to go?" Zhou Yang himself is from an ordinary family and a local, but his family is different from Wen Ziyu's and the level of contact is also different. He never thought that Wen Ziyu would invite him.
"You're my friend, there's nothing inappropriate about that." Wen Ziyu punched him and told another person about the birthday party the day after tomorrow.
Both were flattered and agreed to go.
There are four people in the dormitory.
Except for Wen Ziyu himself, both of them were invited to the birthday party. Only Fu Ge was not invited, which seemed particularly abrupt.
However, Wen Ziyu had no intention of inviting him. When he passed by him, he looked quite indifferent and only said to him, "Excuse me."
Fu Ge stepped aside to make way for him to pass, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Wen Ziyu pretended not to see it, took his notebook, passed him by, and went to find Liang Conglin to handle the graduation procedures.
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the other side.
After answering the phone, Qiao Nian prepared to return to the box.
(End of this chapter)