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"Wen Sheng..." Speaking of Wen Sheng, Tan Suyan's expression was complicated.

Previously, he intentionally made Wen Sheng misunderstand that he was not human and had an unusual origin, and wanted to use this to collect evidence. After all, ordinary people would do whatever they could to deal with such a situation, but this one rarely talked about science.

She is scientific and even wants to let him go, not talking about revenge.

And that TV series is going to be bizarre, and it is said that the follow-up is even more exaggerated, and it has absolutely nothing to do with science, so this matter can be ruled out.

"Besides Wen Sheng, I have no other enemies." Tan Suyan said, if Wang Shi is also counted—but Wang Shi should be counted on Wen Sheng's side.

Chu Jiangjun also looked innocent, and he didn't feel that he had any enemies who could plot against him so far, not to mention that the hatred value in this matter seemed to be dominated by Tan Suyan.

Looking at each other, they all looked blank.

"Forget it." Tan Suyan took the fork and stuffed another strawberry into his mouth, "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, so don't worry about it."

Anyway, what should come will always come.

Chu Jiangjun had the same idea.

His eyes swept over the red juice on her lips, and he stretched out his hand to run over it.

Qin Suyan raised his eyebrows.

Chu Jiangjun forked a strawberry and said, "When I see people eating strawberries, they only eat a little."

Tan Suyan couldn't understand that way of eating: "That's a waste."

"Don't waste it." Chu Jiangjun said, "I'll eat the next one."

"..."

Tan Suyan almost blurted out that you can eat as much as you want, and I didn't stop you, but for a moment, she felt that something was wrong, so she resisted the impulse and nodded slightly to agree.

Chu Jiangjun couldn't help but bend his eyes and smile.

With the two of them salting fish together, the time soon came to the New Year's Eve, but one day earlier than the New Year's Eve, an old man from a well-known family celebrated his full birthday.

That old man is not young, and he has lived a full life. As a family friend and the eldest son of the Chu family, Mr. Chu Jiang cannot refuse.

He was going, so Tan Suyan would naturally follow.

Mr. Chu Jiang was not very happy, but Tan Suyan blocked him with nothing to say: "You can't beat me."

"..."

Mr. Chu Jiang had no choice but to compromise.

The family is ready to go out.

Originally, Hui Baoer didn't need to go, after all, she was young, so there was no need to expand her network so early, but she was defeated by a single mouth.

Mrs. Chu just mentioned casually at first, and it was up to Yan Baoer to decide whether to go or not, but in the end, Yan Baoer shook his head like a rattle, pointed at Chu Jiangjun and Tan Suyan, and said, "It's a good birthday banquet. Once they go, we may not be sure." It became a crime scene."

"..."

Almost in the next moment, Mrs. Chu made a final decision on this matter. Whether he wanted to or not, he would go to this birthday banquet.
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The old man's birthday party is on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. It is just the right day. There is still a little snow falling on this day, and the sky is very beautiful.

That day, the Fu family was extremely lively, many celebrities and dignitaries came, and the parking lot couldn't even park the cars.

When Chu Shouan stopped the car, he said, "Master Fu is not a showy person, and he actually doesn't like these ostentations."

But it's just a way to connect with the younger generation in the family.

There are people coming and going in the hall, chatting and laughing happily, luxurious and romantic, and pictures can be seen everywhere.

Tan Suyan soon saw Wen Sheng who was being supported by the stars, and his expression suddenly paused.

Across the crowd, he also saw her when he heard the sound, quickly looked away, and continued to play with the people around him.

On the other hand, Wang Shi, who was following beside him, couldn't help but look over, and then, and then again.

Tan Suyan kicked her feet: "If I didn't know that he likes men and has a sweetheart, I would have thought he had taken a fancy to me."

Chu Jiangjun brought a plate of dessert from nowhere and handed it to her: "Hunters also habitually stare at their prey."

Tan Suyan snorted when he heard this, "I'm not a prey."

If you treat her as prey, then be prepared to be killed back.

Chu Jiangjun smiled slightly.

To their surprise, among the people who came today, there was Mrs. Tan, who was dressed in an elegant and steady Chinese tunic suit, with a cheongsam on his arm, and Mrs. Tan, who was dressed in a classic temperament, was Mrs. Fu's guest of honor.

Not intending to go up and talk, the two looked at each other in the air, and then nodded in the distance.

Chu Jiangjun: "There are quite a few people in the Fu family who are engaged in politics. It's normal for Mr. Tan to come over, but I didn't expect Mr. Tan to be rewarded."

Tan Suyan didn't mean to delve into it: "Maybe we have a good relationship."

The tables at the Chu family belonged to the front ones, and Tan Suyan had been smiling since he came in. While breathing in the storm, he seemed to be addicted to delicious food, but he never stopped looking at him from the corner of his eye.

In a short period of time, I have recorded the appearance of all the visitors.

Chu Jiangjun sat next to her, occasionally introducing the identities of several people who needed attention.

Tan Suyan uncharacteristically did not show impatience, but nodded from time to time.

As most people took their seats, a well-behaved little girl helped an old man with white beard and hair onto the stage. The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over.

The Fu family didn't like extravagance, and all the birthday celebrations went according to the normal process. Mr. Fu first said a few words of thanks, and then ordered a young man to cut the cake with him.

The young man was his grandson, and he specifically pointed it out on this occasion to show he valued it.

Chu Jiangjun: "That's Fu Jue, the grandson of the old man, who grew up by his side."

After thinking for a while, he said, "He is in business, and his industry involves the entertainment industry. Maybe you two will meet."

The cake has eight layers, and one layer lasts ten years. Because of its size, it looks rather spectacular.

The young man stood beside Old Man Fu, and the two of them held the knife together, ready to cut.

Under the stage, Yue Baoer covered his eyes with his chubby hands, glanced at it from time to time through the gaps between his fingertips, and asked in horror, "Could there be a corpse hidden in the cake?"

Chu Shouan's face turned black instantly: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The hand raised the knife and the cake was cut in half. The expected bloody scene did not happen.

Hui Baoer breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time unexpectedly discovered that several voices of relief were superimposed at the same time, and no matter whether it was his father, mother, or even his brother himself, there was a hint of relaxation in their expressions.

"Hypocrisy." Hui Baoer snorted inwardly, but didn't dare to show it on his face.

Everyone clearly has the same idea.

After the cake was cut, the dishes on the table were almost complete, and the waiter took away the melon seeds and fruit plate that had been placed before.

When I received this table, I took another look at Tan Suyan, not because I was surprised that a celebrity would appear here, but because I was surprised that a celebrity could eat so much.

Doesn't she need to maintain her figure?
Tan Suyan suddenly said, "I seem to have a bad premonition..."

Hearing that Chu Jiangjun's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, she quickly picked up a chicken leg for Yue Baoer: "Hurry up and eat."

Hui Baoer was full of doubts.

Chu Jiangjun said calmly: "Once the police come to block the scene, they will not be able to get out for a while."

As an eyewitness, I might even record a statement.

"..."