It was only about a week before Yan Lang's birthday party. Yan Lang went home during the day and went home at night. If Rong Qian hadn't had her own job and had to learn etiquette, Yan Lang would have wished he would come to the company to accompany him at noon.

On the 11th and 23rd, the foot of Yujing Mountain became lively since the morning.

Although the banquet was held at night, during the day, the Yan family's old house had to receive some relatives and friends who were close to the Yan family.

Rong Qian had already gone to the old house with Teacher Etiquette yesterday. Yan Lang was so sad that he stayed alone in the empty bedroom for a night. The next morning, he held a meeting and handled the company's affairs before taking the bus back to the old house.

When he arrived at the old house, Rong Qian was already wearing a red dress and was following Ms. Zhong with a gentle smile to talk to the guests.

Rong Qian's clothes were modified with a modified crimson winter skirt, with gauze skirt embellishments, and the style was also filled with Chinese bridal outfits, which made Rong Qian walk between pavilions and verandas like the old house with a unique aesthetic feeling.

The crimson color sets off Rong Qian's already white and tender face, and no matter how thin and thin beauty is pursued in society today, it has to be said that in fact, older elders still like Rong Qian's appearance and figure.

Not fat, but he has a plump and beautiful appearance, with a silver plate-like temperament. To put it in a vulgar way, it means having a butt and a breast, which can be good for the husband, children and family.

Yan Lang wore a classic simple silver-gray suit three-piece suit, with only a tie and a handkerchief with a corner on his chest embellished with two bright colors. Standing next to Rong Qian was not abrupt at all, but it was a bit like the young grandmother and young master in the mansion during the Republic of China period, a sense of freedom of time and space arises naturally.

"Are you cold? Are you tired?"

Yan Lang got out of the car and walked towards Rong Qian. On the way, he would nod and greet him when he met his uncle. When he walked to Rong Qian, he naturally held Rong Qian's hand that had been folded and placed on his waist and abdomen in his palm.

“Hands are a little cold.”

Before Rong Qian could answer, Yan Lang frowned and rubbed her hands, and then wrapped it in the coat he was holding his arm.

"Mom, which customers were there in the morning? Why did you come out to receive them? Why would I take Qianqian to the back and take the young guests to the yard for a walk."

Standing here to receive guests, although it is the fastest way for people outside to realize Rong Qian, as the Yan family’s future daughter-in-law, is a little uncomfortable facing the wind, so it is better to slowly try it.

Anyway, Yan Lang didn't feel that there was anything to worry about. In any case, he would not change, and Rong Qian would not change either. They would have decades to integrate into each other's lives and then merge the two worlds into one world.

Ms. Zhong waved her hand. If it weren't for the guests, she would have rolled her eyes to her son. "You go, just now, there were only a few uncles and my family coming over. Qianqian and I came to welcome her. Now we are going to go back to the house. You should take Qianqian back to the room to change clothes to warm up your body, and then come down later."

Not to mention that I am going to visit the garden now, there are no young guests who are so heavy that they need to accompany the Yan family’s son and daughter-in-law to accompany them in person.

Rong Qian wanted to speak just now, but today's day is special, so she couldn't interrupt rashly when Yan Lang talked to Aunt Zhong.

It would be fine when the family was together, but today I was outside and asked outsiders to watch it, so I had to say gossip that I didn’t know the etiquette.

Although she had a background, she still had to say what she should say, but Rong Qian had been nervous since yesterday, hoping to do the best she could.

Yan Lang smiled and hugged his mother before he pulled Rong Qian away.

In the morning, the clouds in the sky were thicker and there was a little wind, so everyone walked around the house. Fortunately, there was nothing else in the Yan family's old house, and the place was wide.

After lunch, I arranged specially prepared guest rooms for these guests to rest, and I went to the garden in the afternoon.

Of course, men mostly smoke and drink tea indoors to talk about ancient and modern times, and women also learn about some political situations in shopping malls during chatting and jokes, or whether their sons and daughters have a promising future can arrange blind dates and marriages.

During lunch, Ms. Yan Zhong brought Yan Lang and Rong Qian to drink with these old friends in the Uncle. This was to introduce Rong Qian to the guests in advance.

First, it reflects the sincerity of the Yan family continuing to maintain friendship with them, and second, it is also the heart of An's partner.

In modern times, although the feudal society has been abolished in many aspects, some aspects have inevitably been preserved.

For example, if a large group has excellent heirs but does not get married and have children, shareholders and partners will have a certain sense of crisis from a long-term perspective.

Yan Lang herself is excellent enough, and there is no doubt that this is true. However, the rumors that Yan likes men or is not interested in women who have been spread before have also seen that Yan may have weak points that can be pried open.

Although Yan Lang and the others don’t care, the facts cannot be argued. After this birthday party of Yan Lang, Yan Lang has a girlfriend and is deeply in love with her girlfriend to get married. Yan’s stock price will definitely be on the rise.

Rong Qian didn't understand these things, and Yan Lang didn't care. In the evening, Yan Lang and Rong Qian changed into another dress and went to the living room to receive the guests tonight.

The Yan family’s old house was built in the Republic of China. After that, the Yan family’s ancestors were also glorious. Naturally, there were halls dedicated to large banquets in the old house. This is actually a major feature of the architecture during the Republic of China period.

After all, families who were a little more decent at that time would hold banquets at home from time to time. The more guests came and the higher the status, the more face the owner of the family would be, and their status in society would also rise.

Yan Lang's family also has such a hall. As early as when Yan Lang decided to set up his birthday party in the old house, the housekeeper had already taken people to rest or clean. Now when the guests arrived, they only saw the profound temperament accumulated by time, and there was no trace of decay, which made many people who saw it for the first time shocked.

Li Xiangxiang, her parents, brothers and sisters-in-law, were shocked, and she couldn't help but even her steps were a little restrained.

Mother Li hesitantly turned her head to look at her daughter holding her hand, "This, is this the Yan family?"

Mr. Xiao Yan’s old house?

Although Li's mother also called Li Xiangxiang to fight for the position of secretary before, and she had the idea of ​​getting the moon first, she had only one idea at that time. She knew that Yan was a wealthy family, but she didn't know what the wealthy family was like.

The person in charge of welcoming guests at the door checked the invitation letter handed over by the Li family and found that it was the only invitation letter sent by Miss Rong. He quickly smiled more enthusiastically and raised his hand to call someone over and asked the Li family to follow him in. The treatment attracted the attention of others.

Dad Li looked around and looked at the guests coming and going. Sometimes there were a few familiar faces, but only he knew the other person, and the other person had never seen him.

Dad Li turned his head and wanted to say something to his daughter, but looking at the disgusting sight of the people around him, Dad Li shut up and raised his foot to lead his family into the banquet hall first.

Li Xiangxiang was also scared. After being surprised, she was worried. Her girl said that she was soft and soft. She said that she was just a little bit of a bun. Will she really not be bullied when she married into such a wealthy family?

Thinking of this, Li Xiangxiang followed the waiter who led the way into the hall. The hall was very spacious, but there were more guests coming and going, and it was bustling and bustling.

After walking for about ten minutes, the waiter asked them to wait for a while, and they went to the distance like a flexible swimming fish.

Li and his father knew that their daughter and President Xiao Yan’s girlfriend were good friends, so the waiter probably went to find the other party. Maybe they could talk to President Xiao Yan and even Director Yan in a while, and they were almost trapped, because the four of them didn’t leave, so they stayed by Li Xiangxiang waiting while looking around carefully.

Li Xiangxiang was too lazy to care about their plans, and her worries became increasingly intense.

Suddenly, Li Xiangxiang's eyes were stunned, she looked in one direction and couldn't move her eyes, and then she suddenly laughed.

What Li Xiangxiang saw was Rong Qian who was walking over by Yan Lang with his waist. It was probably because he heard that the two parents of the Li family were there. Mr. Yan and Ms. Zhong were very willing to save face for their daughter-in-law, so they followed.

The two parents walked in front, Rong Qian and Yan Lang walked behind, and on the way here, the family of four had to say hello to the guests around.

Li Xiangxiang looked at Rong Qian, who had a new look and changed her temperament, and the worry in her heart disappeared instantly. It turned out that for the sake of love, the soft bun that was bullied and only said with red eyes that she could grow up so quickly.

Rong Qian's changes a lot, which made Li Xiangxiang feel uneasy, which was caused by strangeness and strangeness.

Just at this moment, Rong Qian seemed to feel Li Xiangxiang's gaze, looked up, and when she faced Li Xiangxiang, Zhan Yan smiled, the two dimples at the corner of her mouth were cute and sweet.

Li Xiangxiang couldn't help but smile, a little silly, and a little inexplicably wanted to cry.

A man passing by Li Xiangxiang was stunned for a moment and hesitated for a moment. The gentleman took out a handkerchief dotted in his left chest pocket and handed it to Li Xiangxiang, "Ms., are you okay? Do you need to find a place to rest?"

Li Xiangxiang was interrupted by a strange male voice and felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. When she saw her, she realized that her parents and brothers were standing next to her with excitement on her face and moved forward a few steps. So she was left in the spot and was so stupid that she was red by the familiar smile of her girl.

Li Xiangxiang was embarrassed to look up at someone, and waved her hand and thanked her in a muffled voice. Then she lowered her head and raised her hand and rubbed her eyes quickly. In a blink of an eye, she saw Rong Qian frowned and looked at her. Li Xiangxiang quickly showed a bright smile and took the initiative to greet her.

The young man who stayed there slowly folded his handkerchief and stuffed it back. He looked at Mr. Xiao Yan and the others. The young man smiled and nodded at Mr. Xiao Yan from afar, and then turned to the area where the senior management of the headquarters gathered.

It is hard to explain how the banquet ended at the end, so Rong Qian started to have a social engagement. In the second half, Yan Lang specially kept Li Xiangxiang in the wing room of Qingfengyuan to accompany Rong Qian.

Although the banquet living room was constantly distanced from the yard where Yan Lang lived, Rong Qian and Li Xiangxiang could still hear the voices coming from there.

It’s not that people are making noises, but that the lively atmosphere caused by too many people is revealed.

"Qianqian, when will you marry your man?"

Li Xiangxiang drank some wine, and was a little over her head. She lay on the windowsill and kicked her feet to climb up, giving her a literary style that gently blows her face with a night breeze.

Rong Qian grabbed the person, but the man was still determined to try to climb up. Rong Qian had to close the window and then it was clear.

After hearing Li Xiangxiang's question, Rong Qian pursed her lips and smiled shyly, but her eyes were bright. She was obviously full of expectations for the days when she got married or how she would live with Yan Lang after marriage. "How could I know, but Alang said that he hadn't proposed to me yet."

She nodded after asking for marriage. Of course, if Alang is really embarrassed to propose, she is willing to ask her.

Yan Lang stood at the door, and his hand that was about to knock on the door was paused. When he heard Li Xiangxiang giggling, Yan Lang then stopped his joy of having nowhere to rest. He knocked on the door, said to Rong Qian, and then asked someone to send Li Xiangxiang out. Her family was already waiting outside.

Li Xiangxiang stumbled away while wearing high heels, and only Yan Lang and Rong Qian were left in the room.

Rong Qian didn't know why, but she felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit strange. The intuition of the little animal made her breath lighter. She always felt that something terrible would happen if she had a little movement.

Compared to the owner of the room, Yan Lang was very comfortable. He looked around and then raised his hand to unbutton the dress.

First, he had his clothes, then his cufflinks, took off his coat, then his tie, and pulled it on the ground, unbuttoned the buttons one by one, and Yan Lang also squinted his eyes and stared at Rong Qian thoughtfully.

Rong Qian was frightened, but her eyes couldn't help but move with Yan Lang's fingers. She watched her close shirt be opened little by little, and then her collarbone was exposed, her fair but strong chest, and her waist and abdomen with six pack muscle lines...

Rong Qian gushed and swallowed. Yan Lang, who was originally incredible, paused his hands. His shirt was open, Yan Lang put his hands on the belt buckle, raised his foot toward Rong Qian, and asked her hoarsely, "Have you taken a shower?"

Rong Qian was already stunned by Yan Lang's actions. At this time, her head had not been able to restart, so she just shook her head honestly, "It's not too late."

With Li Xiangxiang just now, Rong Qian couldn't take a shower and change her pajamas to prepare for bed.

Yan Lang said "um" and walked to Rong Qian, raised his hand and pulled Rong Qian's hands to stroke his chest, leaned over and leaned over Rong Qian's ear and gently blew the heat into Rong Qian's ears. His voice was low and dull and full of temptation, "Qianqian, can I wash it with you?"

Rong Qian, who was so smudged by the male sex, was not Yan Lang's opponent. After all, for this inducement, Yan Lang has watched a lot of blockbusters, the kind of international standard. Although it is early winter and indoors, it is not easy to get some wet temptations when it comes, but it doesn't matter. If there is no condition, you have to create conditions.

Yan Lang took advantage of Rong Qian's mind being fascinated by him, and while guiding Rong Qian's hands to swim and touch her body, he took the person to the bathroom next to her calmly.

The bathroom door closed with a click. When the shower was opened, I heard a soft voice from a woman, and it seemed that I suddenly came to my senses.

But after the man's sexual feeling was low, the woman's voice disappeared again, and occasionally there were soft and glutinous screams and panting that could not bear were heard through the crack of the door, vaguely mixed with the man's gasps or breaths that were comfortable or depressed.

Just like the cold wind on the winter night, the red quilt is as warm as the spring dawn.

The author has something to say: Recently, two worlds of memes have been added to the copywriting. I suddenly wondered when I would write this book to the end [terrible time hand]

The gangster student vs the poor and frustrated student [gangster vs the gangster]

The young master of studying abroad in the Republic of China vs. the down-and-out feudal remnant fiancée [Warm and righteousness vs. the gentle and loyalty]

ps: What's even more terrifying is that fewer and fewer people like it, but I still have to write it [Jimo

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