Standing in the same place, Shen Hun's eyes were awkward, and the fingertips that grasped the skirt faintly turned blue.
The anxiety and tension of the first time stepping into a wealthy club were vividly expressed.
Soon, everyone crowded the old man into the door.
Shen Yan is like a pretty oriole, acting like a baby, and her mouth is very sweet, making Shen Zongming laugh.
"You, you, you will pick up and talk nicely. This horrible old man of mine looks better than Pan An? Don't say you are a student of G University when you go out in the future, you can't even use idioms!"
The exit is a smooth Beijing movie, which is very different from Ningcheng's accent.
It is said that Shen Zongming was born in Jingping, the capital. He was defeated in the family struggle as an adult and was "relegated" to Ningcheng. But in such a predicament, he was also asked to establish the Mingda Group.
After decades of development, the Shen family has long been among the wealthy of Ningcheng, with industries covering all walks of life.
After listening, Shen Yan frowned charmingly, squeezed Shen Qian away, took the old man's arm, and shook it gently like a little daughter, "It's not! You are not old at all!"
"Is 75 years old?" Shen Zongming feigned anger, but the corners of his mouth raised revealed his joy at the moment.
"In Xiaoyan's mind, grandpa will always be eighteen years old." His expression was delicate and his voice was crisp.
Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Shen Yan to be so pampered before that person came back in her previous life.
With a clever mouth, she is the good person, and she is also the bad person.
Shen Qian occasionally interjected a sentence next to him. Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan nodded their heads from time to time. At first glance, they were extremely warm.
As a result, Shen Hun, who was standing in the middle of the living room, became more abrupt.
Shen Zongming stopped, his eyes half-squinted, "This is..."
The gentle smile on Mrs. Shen's Yang Lan's face converged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her gaze at Shen Wei was like looking at something invisible to the eye.
Shen Yanjiao smiled as usual.
Seeing that the atmosphere tended to become rigid, Shen Chunjiang waved to Shen Hou: "Come, come closer."
Shen Xuyiyan stepped forward.
"This is your grandfather," then pointed at Shen Qian and Shen Yan, "Your brother and sister. From now on, you will be the youngest in our family. You must be obedient and polite, you know?"
Shen Hui nodded, and then called people one by one, with a soft posture that made people feel less aggressive.
Yang Lan evoked a sarcasm and looked at her husband in a blink of an eye: "Chunjiang, you are afraid that you have forgotten someone."
"Look at me..." The man pretended to be surprised, as if he suddenly remembered when he mentioned it, "This is Dad's wife, you call it... Auntie."
Shen Hun dared not look at her, but submissively called out, "Auntie."
The girl lowered her head, revealing a white neck, and her soft and helpless posture reminded Yang Lan of that woman, who was also so delicate and timid, and she was conscientious.
She didn't want to stop when she died, and let such a bastard come to her!
The more I thought about it, the more angry, Yang Lan smiled and said, "Auntie? Huh... I don't have such a big niece."
The old man's face suddenly sank.
It's not that he objected to the eldest daughter-in-law's cold words, but simply felt disappointed.
He Shen Zongming does not lack sons, grandchildren, and granddaughters. Are there few people who are raised outside
However, Shen Chunjiang had greeted him before in the matter of recognizing his ancestor and returning to the clan. Right now, the old man didn't feel too surprised, but it was just opening his mouth to eat.
Shen Chunjiang glanced at his wife warningly and reminded her to restrain.
Yang Lan showed anger, but after all, she only pressed her lips and didn't dare to attack again.
"Today is Grandpa's 75th birthday. It's rare to go back to the old house. Mom made a special menu and ordered the kitchen to prepare carefully. Now that the people are all there, let's take a seat." Shen Qian came out to make a round for Yang Lan. , Also reconciled the atmosphere, knocking Shen Hou incidentally.
He deserves to be the eldest grandson cultivated as the heir to Mingda, and he can see the ranks when he speaks.
Although he didn't think that Shen Hou's low eyebrows, pleasing to the eye and flattened by mistakes, could make a big wave, but the warning should be put forward.
The father's 75th birthday banquet had been held in advance, and it was full of ostentation in the largest hotel in Ningcheng, which was booked for three days.
Of course, today is the birthday of Shen Zongming's Eight Classics on the lunar calendar. Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan made a special trip to Lu Du to take the old man who was recuperating back for his birthday, and stayed for a while.
Shen Xu was arranged to take a seat under Shen Qian, facing Shen Yan.
The beautiful girl gave her a brilliant smile, but she didn't bring any temperature, but rather a weird and gloomy smile.
His pupils shrank, and Shen Hou was so scared that he almost knocked over the bowls and chopsticks.
Interpreting the bitter and weak "little white flower" image to the fullest, who is not an actor these days
In the last life, she was too good at disguising, desperate to prove herself in front of the Shen family, only to be broken off her wings one after another, but when she learned to constrain, she was already covered in bruises.
Shen Yan looked at the pair of bowls and chopsticks that didn't move in the end, secretly saying that it's a pity, why didn't she turn it over? Father is the most etiquette...
When the dishes were ready, everyone moved their chopsticks to eat, and Shen Yan could not see Shen Wei making a fool of himself.
Geyin was too timid, even cautious, trembling, afraid to pick up dishes from afar, not to make the cup and plate collide with a bit of a crisp sound, and he couldn't even chew with big mouthfuls.
In this way, the accidental collision conforms to the standard table etiquette, and is more like a well-mannered daughter than Shen Yan, who is always "out of the ordinary" because of her pampering.
Of course, the premise is to ignore that thin and pale face.
Shen Chunjiang couldn't help but look, secretly satisfied. As expected of him, even if he grew up in such a terrible environment, he still has the outstanding temperament.
And these all come from genetics, how can he not be proud
Yang Lan showed sarcasm, no matter how much she learned, it was different in her bones.
Shen Yan hated her secretly.
The most calm people in the audience are Shen Zongming and Shen Qian, one sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and the other watching the nose and mind.
"Grandpa," Shen Yan said suddenly, and took out an exquisite gift box, "This is the birthday gift my brother and I picked for you. It took a lot of work!"
"Really? Let me see..."
Shen Yan smiled and handed it over.
The old man opened it and looked, "Inkstone?" Then, he looked at the inkstone and pressed it with his fingertips. Finally, he laughed, "It's actually the inkstone!"
"Do you like it? Xiao Yan picked it up for a long time, and was almost cheated. In the end, she asked her brother to hold her hands before daring to start, but it made me nervous."
Shen Zongming laughed heartily, "I like it! Of course I like it!"
Shen Yan sighed, then revealed a pair of sweet dimples, "Then I can rest assured..."
Shen Wei lived a lifetime, and had to admire the other party's enthusiasm for inviting pets and flattering. If she could have a one-third of Shen Yan's smooth and coquettish back then, she would take a lot of detours and endure a lot of hardships.
However, it’s not too late to learn, but it can’t be done the same way, and it has to be improved. After all, it must be in line with her current Xiaobaihua’s personality...
"By the way, Huhou, what gift did you prepare for Grandpa? Show it out for everyone to see!" Shen Yanjiao smiled.
Shen Hui was silent for a moment.
See you are paralyzed.
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