The No. 1 Men's Clothing Leader in National Clothing

Chapter 766

Luo Xia looked at Wen Xun's way of cheering up his buddies, and the corners of his mouth twitched unavoidably.

In the future, if she gave birth to such a boring son as Wen Xun, she would be doomed.

She was blind enough to follow Wen Xun. If Wen Xun's son had a genetic mutation and didn't look good, how could he marry a wife?

Thinking about it, Luo Xia frowned very distressed.

It was rare for the whole family to have dinner together, and this was also the first time Wen Xun and Luo Xia saw their parents after receiving their certificates.

The situation of the Wen family is special, Luo Xianhuang and Xia Anwei naturally knew that there was no need to mention it, but Xia Anwei had heard Xia Feiran say something about Wen Quan before, so during the meal, he asked, "Is Xiao Xun someone else?" A brother?"

When he heard this, Wen Xun was helping Luo Xia pick out fishbone.

Seeing Xia Anwei talking about this topic, Luo Xia raised his eyes, wondering if it was taboo to mention this.

But Wen Xun himself acted very calmly, without even moving his eyelids, and said in a flat tone, "Yes, I am three years older."

Hearing this, Xia Anwei nodded, "It's a family after all. It's not easy for you children who are wandering outside every day. If you have time, you can let your brother come home. Lao Luo and I used to be very good friends with your father, and we also It is to help him take care of you."

Although Wen Xun cut off all the rumors about Wen Ping's suicide at the time, rumors and rumors would still spread, not to mention that this was a family history of suicide, which seemed to be expected by everyone.

Mu Jinyan basically doesn't care about Wen Xun, and ordinary people don't even know where Wen Xun is.

Looking at it this way, he and Wen Quan felt a bit like orphans of a wealthy family.

Wen Xun gave a slight "hmm" and replied obediently: "Okay."

There was actually a business reception in New York tonight, and it was hosted by a foreign partner of Wen Xun, so it didn't seem right not to go.

But as a good son-in-law, Wen Xun not only finished dinner with his father-in-law and mother-in-law, but also asked for instructions for a long time, and only planned to leave after getting permission.

Luo Xia was hugging a pillow on the sofa at this time, and asked suspiciously: "A business reception in New York? Which one is it?"

"A British family. Mr. Andrew Weil is my partner. He came to New York recently. Today is his wife's birthday. I have to give a gift."

Wen Xun's tone was calm, and when he walked in front of Luo Xia, he touched her head: "Come with me?"

"I'm not going." Luo Xia refused quickly, and leaned directly on the sofa with a pillow in his arms. "Your business receptions are the most boring, and I'm always tired lately. I have to catch up on sleep when I'm free."

As he spoke, Luo Xia sighed, his eyes almost closed, and he instructed Wen Xun: "Drink less wine, two glasses at most."

Seeing her like that, Wen Xun licked the corners of his lips slightly, spread the blanket next to Luo Xia on Luo Xia, and said "OK" before going to put on his suit jacket.

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Mr. Weir is a low-key and peaceful person. He likes to make friends very much on weekdays, which resulted in a lot of people at the reception.

Wen Xun and Xia Feiran went together, which can be regarded as avoiding a little bit of boredom at the reception.

"Just now I heard that Mr. Weir's wife gave birth to a boy recently, and the joy was even more joyful." Xia Feiran, like Wen Xun, liked to be in the corner, drinking a glass of red wine at this time, and took a sip.

Wen Xun remembered what Luo Xia said not to let him drink too much, so he sipped slowly, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Weir already has a son and a daughter, and this time he should be considered a good old man."

After a while, Wen Xun glanced at Xia Feiran without saying a word, and then saw Xia Feiran staring at a part of the crowd.

So Wen Xun looked in the direction of his gaze, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lorid Mo Yan?"

After Wen Xun said the string of names, he took another look at Xia Feiran, "Know him?"

Xia Feiran didn't deny it. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and responded, "It's a bit of an intersection, it's not very pleasant."

It's no wonder that Xia Feiran is usually gentle with others, but suddenly he doesn't like a person.

The whole body of a child who has been raised since childhood was clean, and suddenly such a guy came and made his child suddenly impure, and he would not be angry at anyone else.

Wen Xun seemed to be able to guess a little bit, squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a cold tone, "He... is Mr. Weir's son-in-law who hasn't been married yet?"

Xia Feiran didn't speak, and said "Hum".

Mr. Weir has a son and a daughter, the eldest son, Moise Weir, and the daughter, Deluline Weir.

But there is one thing that Wen Xun doesn't know very well. Mo Yan is not an unmarried son-in-law, on the contrary, he is the son-in-law whom Mr. Weir personally made a marriage contract.

When Dai Lulin looked at the invitation list today, she immediately locked in a Chinese name called Wen Xun.

So, after the reception started, Dai Lulin began to look around in the banquet hall, just to find this man.

And when she saw Wen Xun, her feet in ten-centimeter high heels stopped instantly, and her heart beat faster as she looked at the almost perfect profile in the distance.

Wen Xun was Xia Anwei's queen model. Needless to say, he has a good body proportion. When he came today, he didn't ask his assistant to deliver clothes, so he just picked out a pure black suit. The black shirt he wore inside had a kind of Innate maturity and dignity.

No wonder, in the list of invitation letters, Wen Xun was not listed in the list of the wealthy young master's daughter, but was directly listed as Mr. Weir's business partner.

After Dai Lulin saw Wen Xun, she couldn't help but started to move forward.

At first Wen Xun didn't notice her at all, but Xia Feiran signaled her with his eyes after seeing her.

After Dai Lulin approached, Xia Feiran smiled slightly while holding the wine, and said lightly to Wen Xun, "I'm leaving first."

Saying that, Xia Feiran drank the last sip of wine in the goblet, put the empty glass directly on the service table next to him, turned and left, not intending to mix with Wen Xun's rotten peach blossoms.

Wen Xun then turned around, looked at Dai Lulin coldly, and didn't intend to speak first.

Dai Lulin held a glass of wine in her hand. The skirt she was wearing today was quite revealing, with an off-the-shoulder design, and her hair looked like it had been done for a long time.

At this time, Dai Lulin was speaking to Wen Xun with a standard British pronunciation: "Hello, Mr. Wen. I often hear my father talk about you. Today is the first time to meet."

(English: Hello, Mr. Wen, I often hear my father talk about you, and today is the first time I meet you.)
Wen Xun nodded slightly to show respect, and replied: "Wish your father a prosperous business for me."

(English: Wish your father good business for me.)
Seeing that Wen Xun didn't mention herself, Dai Lulin swallowed, feeling that the rumored young master of the Wen family was difficult to get along with.

"Can I have a drink with you?" Dai Lulin still maintained her etiquette.

(English: Can I buy you a drink?)
(End of this chapter)