After confirming that she was out of sight of the "two idiots" brother and sister, Tan Jiajia stopped holding back and said "Pfft--" and pulled Zeng Qi into laughter.
"That guy named Jia Rui is so funny. You didn't see his expression just now. It seemed like seeing you was like seeing the Lord of Hell."
As she said that, she approached Zeng Qi and asked, "Hey, tell me, when did you change the setting to the evil mode?"
Seeing that the other party started talking nonsense again, Zeng Qi could only smile helplessly, stretched out his hand to comb her hair, and said, "Okay, be serious, I will take you to meet a few people."
"To see people?"
…
At the same time, on the other side of the venue, closer to the center of the venue, Murong Ranchun, who had not been seen for a long time, stood beside the white steps holding the ancestor Murong in a navy blue Tang suit.
Just two years did not bring any changes to ancestor Murong. His time depended on consuming the lifespan of his descendants and stayed at the age of eighty.
On the other hand, Murong Ranchun had changed a lot. He seemed to be dissatisfied that his baby face was too immature to take on the important responsibilities of the Murong family, so he grew a beard. Coupled with the black custom-made suit he is wearing today, he indeed looks more mature and stable than two years ago.
The grandfather and grandson stood here from time to time. Celebrities from the shopping mall would come to greet them, or they would take this opportunity to express their goodwill to the rumored ancestor Murong, so that they could gain favor and be able to build up this relationship with the Murong family, thereby getting higher status. One floor.
But regardless of their purpose, these people were all stopped five steps away from the grandfather and grandson by four burly men wearing sunglasses.
"Amaranth Chun."
After the elegiac song ended, ancestor Murong, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.
His voice had the hoarseness of an old man as always, but it didn't have the sadness of the death of his descendants.
It seems that I have become accustomed to it.
Upon hearing this, Murong Ranchun quickly responded: "Great grandpa."
After receiving the response, Ancestor Murong was not in a hurry to reply.
He raised his cloudy eyes and looked around at the situation.
Although it was still a long time before the main banquet started, the small hall was already packed with people.
Ancestor Murong narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded slightly, as if he was quite satisfied with the grand occasion, and then slowly asked him: "When is it?"
"Grandpa, it's already eight o'clock in the evening." Murong Ranchun replied.
Ancestor Murong turned around and looked at him, and said seriously: "It's getting late, you should make preparations. Please help me go to Madam's side."
The latter sentence was said to the bodyguard beside him.
After saying this, he reached out and took the crutch from the security guard. At the same time, the security guard obediently helped ancestor Murong to walk to the chairman.
Murong Ranchun responded and watched his great-grandfather leave.
Then he took out a groom's corsage decorated with white roses from his pocket.
He took the corsage in his hand and played with it, then turned around and looked back.
His eyes slowly went up along the flawless white jade stairs, and he saw a circular platform. On the platform, amid the smoke, a black coffin was quietly parked there.
Lying there was his father. When he was a baby, he had come here to see off his grandfather, and today he saw off his father again.
And after he died, his descendants came to send him away. Reincarnation is ever-changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is...
Murong Ranchun's gaze drifted and finally landed on ancestor Murong who was talking to his grandmother.
There is only great grandfather.
Thinking of this, he tightened the white roses in his hands, and the delicate flowers immediately crumpled into a ball, and the juice that burst out wet his palms.
As if she realized something, Murong Yuchun quickly let go of her hand and rescued the ravaged delicate flower.
He carefully unfolded the crumpled petals and put them back into his pocket, then took out a magnolia grandiflora from the other side and pinned it gently on his chest...
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the other side.
After twisting and turning, Tan Jiajia looked at the increasingly quiet surroundings, and finally couldn't hold it back. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the man who was just on his way and refused to reveal the truth. He stopped and asked:
"We've been gone for so long. Where are we going? The wedding banquet is about to begin."
Zeng Qi was pulled by her and stopped cooperatively.
However, he was not in a hurry to answer. He only reached out and grabbed Tan Jiajia's little hand, and then smiled and said: "The wedding banquet starts at ten o'clock, and it's not even eight-thirty now, so it's still early. Let's go, it's almost there." "
After hearing this, Tan Jiajia had to reluctantly follow the man and continue moving forward.
What she didn't expect was that this time she followed Zeng Qi for a few steps and found him stopping outside a door, reaching out and taking out the key.
"No, isn't it time?"
After finishing speaking, the door opened with a click.
Tan Jiajia curled her lips: "It's so mysterious, I want to see what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd."
Zeng Qi smiled and said nothing, leading the mumbling Tan Jiajia into the house.
The room is not big, but it has all the necessary furniture. It is like a small living room.
Well, this should be a living room.
On the sofa behind the marble coffee table, a man and a woman were sitting very close to each other.
The man was wearing a dark suit, and the white corsage on his chest looked very eye-catching under the bright lights. He was one of the protagonists of tonight's banquet - Murong Yuchun.
The woman sitting next to him lowered her head and raised her head over her shoulder.
Her broken hair just covered her face, so she couldn't see clearly. However, it can be seen from the long green down jacket that she is wearing that she is not the bride Murong Ranchun is going to marry.
After the two heard the voices outside the door, they raised their heads and looked in the direction of the door.
Immediately afterwards, the door was opened from the outside, and Zeng Qi and Tan Jiajia appeared in their sight.
When Murong Ranchun saw the two of them again, his eyes lit up and he immediately stood up from the sofa and walked over.
The woman on the sofa gathered her clothes and shrank back behind the sofa.
Murong Ranchun came up and complained to the two of them: "Brother Qi, sister-in-law, you are here. I have been waiting for you here for a long time. If you are later, you will not see me."
Before Zeng Qi spoke, Tan Jiajia spoke in surprise:
"Mr. Murong, why are you here? And..."
Her voice stopped suddenly, and she turned to look at the woman in green on the sofa to confirm that she was not mistaken.
That woman indeed has a face like Zheng Muyue's.
However, since Zheng Huo was imprisoned, the Murong family canceled their engagement with the Zheng family, and today Murong Ranchun is going to marry the little white flower Feng Yu. How could she appear here with a pregnant belly...
It can't be so bloody...
Tan Jiajia's eyes swept over Zheng Muyue's bulging belly, then passed over Murong Ranchun's face, and finally cast doubtful eyes on Zeng Qi, hoping that he could explain.
Unfortunately, Zeng Qi just turned around to close the door and missed her eyes.
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