The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 121 Shi Lang (1)
The sky was dark, the north wind howled, and small snow particles fell in the air.

The entire Tang family was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Looking at the cars parked in the yard, Ye Qingran knew that compared with noon, there should not be many guests coming at night, but she somehow felt that the atmosphere was solemn, deep and dignified, completely different from the cheerful and relaxed noon.

A sense of suffocation came to my heart.

Now that she has put on this outfit, she must bite the bullet and help Tang Chengxun finish the trick.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

In an instant, she calmly walked into the west building.

What Ye Qingran couldn't bear the most was that everyone's eyes were on her. Now, under the gaze of a hundred pairs of eyes, she came slowly, lighting up countless pairs of wolf-like tiger eyes present.

Tang Chengxun held her hand amidst everyone's envious eyes.

He smiled and nodded at everyone, and said loudly, "Everyone here today is my brother Tang Chengxun. My wife and I would like to thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule. The dinner will start soon. If you don't take good care of me, Haihan is welcome!"

"If you don't get drunk today, you won't go home!" Zong Yuan interjected with a smile.

Everyone laughed and greeted and spread out, choosing ingredients and wines that they were interested in.

Tang Chengxun handed Ye Qingran a tall glass filled with champagne, and whispered in her ear, "The wine is too cold, you can just touch your lips later, come with me to see someone."

He was so caring, probably still remembered her stomachache, Ye Qingran turned around embarrassingly.He immediately felt her embarrassment from her shy eyes. He held her hand tightly, leaving no room for her to resist, and quickly passed through the crowd to a most inconspicuous and secluded corner.

A middle-aged man in a silk robe is leisurely drinking tea from a palm-sized purple sand pot.

He closed his eyes, twirled the few black beards on his face with his left hand, and muttered, "I love tea when everyone drinks wine. —”

He laughed heartily and showed deep indulgence, he sipped the spout of the pot slowly, shaking his head leisurely, as if all the bustle and bustle around him had nothing to do with him, what was most important to him was the purple clay pot in his hand in the tea.

"Uncle Tian, ​​are you becoming more poetic again?" Tang Chengxun's voice was deep and powerful, yet respectful.

Ye Qingran could tell from Tang Chengxun's tone that this "Uncle Tian" in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and Ye Qingran suddenly felt a sharp gaze shot at him.

She gasped, and took a step back.

I saw the man wearing a brown brocade robe, tall and thin, with sparse eyebrows and beady eyes, a straight nose and wide lips, and a fairly dignified face, with a three-inch long beard on his fair face, the hand holding the purple clay pot Fair-skinned and well-defined, with a jade ring on his thumb, he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Ye Qingran.

"Uncle Tian, ​​this is my wife." Tang Chengxun held Ye Qingran's hand and greeted him.

"The old man is on a whim and wants to say a few words." Uncle Tian smiled and pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Tang Chengxun, "Please sit here..."

When Tang Chengxun heard this, he hurriedly pushed Ye Qingran to that seat, regardless of Ye Qingran's willingness.

Ye Qingran gave Tang Chengxun a hard look.

Tang Chengxun smiled and whispered in her ear, "Forgive me first, and I will explain to you later."

"Uncle Tian, ​​I, Tang Chengxun, are lucky to receive your good words today, thank you in advance! Tang Chengxun nodded respectfully.

(End of this chapter)