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Sitting solemnly in He Mingyu's arms like glutinous rice dumplings, his small eyebrows looked rather serious.

Seriously looked at the unfamiliar uncles, grandparents, and grandparents in the audience, then sniffed, stretched out his hands and grabbed He Mingyu's cuffs with some tension, and said in a low voice, "Rake...you want a bang."

He Mingyu touched his son's soft hair and said softly: "Well, dad is here."

Ba Ba, who was desperately needed by the boy, was sneaking around the Roman column towards He Mingyu, and by the way quickly wiped out the handful of cherries he had just grabbed.

When I ate the last one, I didn't pay attention, and swallowed it together with the core and the meat.

Tan Qing was taken aback, touched her belly, stopped in place for two seconds in an unbelievable way, and then ran to He Mingyu anxiously.

The happy little fat cub saw little father again, and immediately stretched out his hand to Tanqing happily: "Hug, cub!"

While rubbing her belly, Tan Qing stretched out her hand to hug the boy from He Mingyu's arms, and stood beside He Mingyu very worried.

In fact, He Mingyu's introduction to Tanji just now was really very simple, and it did not take more than three minutes from start to finish.

There is only one central idea that can be summarized in a few sentences, that is, Talking will be the future heir of He's, and all of He's capital will be given to him in the future.

Decades later, the chief executive officer of He's-certainly can't always be called Jiji.

The little bastard, who was obediently lying on Tan Qing's shoulders, didn't care about his upcoming name. Instead, he especially liked the bow tie on Dad's collar.

Every time he dialed, he moved around in Tan Qing's arms.

The moving Tanqing was frowning, just as she was trying to get her up again.

A well-structured arm came from the side and placed it under Tan Qing's arm.

Bear the weight of the bastard.

Also bear the weight of Tan Qing.

Tan Qing snorted, and took a curious look to the side, but He Mingyu took his hand and pulled the distance between the two closer.

He Mingyu adjusted the angle of the microphone with his free hand: "Welcome again to take the time to come. I must all know that the child's name has not been finalized before this."

"Here today, Tan Qing and I also want to announce this news to everyone at the same time."

After a slight pause, He Mingyu smiled very rarely: "It's not a decision now, the child's name has actually been registered. I have a surname with my spouse, take a single name and an ink, and talk about ink."

Let's talk about Qing's surname?

He has a big family business, and the guests invited at the family banquet will naturally not be low in the society. Although the relationship of illegitimate children entering the main house and the family owner marrying someone else is not common, it is not particularly rare.

But operations like He Mingyu--

Let the illegitimate child directly follow the unmarried... the husband's surname is really only seen in his life.

I don't know if I am going to **** off the child's mother, or love this little star and become so confused and confused.

The whole meeting room was silent.

I do not know how long it has been.

It was Ji Yanxiu who took the lead and applauded.

The others reacted and hurriedly applauded.

Even if He Mingyu's approach is really out of the sky, since He Qi and Liao Xian have not spoken, they can't help but give the He family face.

The applause started sparsely and enthusiastically, and the onlookers switched their expressions from subtle to applauding mode.

He Mingyu also didn't know whether he ignored the eyes of the audience or didn't care about other people's thoughts at all. There was a habitual indifferent odor in his voice: "Tan Mo and you all met for the first time, please take care of me in the future."

Tan Qing looked from the left to the right, she smiled and said: "Thank you, everyone!"

"Mr. He Dong Hetan is polite!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. He's son, we can naturally help as long as we can."

"Speak up if you need it."

Tan Qing couldn't understand this kind of coping scene at all. He tilted his head and glanced at the people below, and withdrew his gaze uninterestedly, and sneaked up on the pocket of the boy's trousers.

Mu has sugar.

Tan Qing curled his lips unhappily, and changed the direction of the conversation in his arms.

Facing the guests, the serious little boy turned to his dad, grinning immediately, revealing a few tender little deciduous teeth.

It may be due to the proper diet. Although the chubby cub is round and round, it is still relatively well-proportioned. Even the small deciduous teeth are well-groomed, and there are no teeth at all.

Tan Qing is quite satisfied, and it is rare that Tan Jiji is a clown baby.

Instead, he bent the corner of his mouth, thiefly nodded the tip of the little boy's nose: "Your dad named you Tanmo, do you know?"

Little fat boy didn't know, but his big milky eyes looked at Tan Qing unblinkingly, and stupidly rubbed his nose against the tips of little dad's fingers.

A few days ago, he slept with He Mingyu and was held in his arms. He patiently taught the three hundred and sixty-degree full resolution of the ink characters. Tan Qing was extremely stunned, and the chattering happily said: "Ink is for writing. That black water water in the sky is for you to learn how to make progress every day in the future, don’t you know what a cub?"

Tan Jiji, the child has been familiar with the earphones of learning in the process of recognizing numbers every day, and pursed his lips pitifully: "Chiji, arithmetic..."

Every parent who learns poorly has a heart that hopes the kid will study hard.

In addition to Tan Qing.

For example, at this time, Tan Qing rubbed the little boy's brain, and comforted his little boy with sympathy: "It's okay, when your eldest father is not at home, we will sneak into the game city to play!"

Tanjiji could only listen to what he didn't understand, but he nodded his head very cooperatively: "Play!"

He Mingyu: "..."

Fortunately, the microphone has just moved a little farther away, and most of the audience's attention in the audience is on He Mingyu. For a while, no one noticed Tan Qing and Tanji's little abacus.

He Qi and Liao Xian came over at the right time, and hugged Tan Qing's darling grandson, who was still limp in a baby suit in his arms, and said a few words to the guests that they would give the highlight to He Mingyu and Tan Qing. .

Especially Liao Xian took a very serious look at Tan Qing before stepping down.

Seeing Tan Qing's back cold, she shuddered twice and rubbed He Mingyu's side: "Yes, is it my turn to solo?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu embraced Tan Qing's waist, took the person into his arms, pressed his ears, and said in a low voice: "I'm still standing here, who do you want to solo with?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Then I'll be solo alone.

From dark to sunset.

Tan Qing touched her nose, then glanced at the guest area: "He Mingyu, your house is so amazing, there are really many people here."

He Mingyu followed Tan Qing's eyes and looked around.

In fact, the only people who came here were the people from the He family who handed out the invitations in person, the official business circles and the entertainment circles who heard the news but did not receive the invitations, and the news media who were stopped outside the hospital together.

It's just that there is no need to let Tan Qing know about these.

He Mingyu lowered his head slightly, and kissed the little hair on the top of Tan Qing's head: "Be good, don't move."

Tan Qing had to retract her stretched neck: "Oh..."

Tan Qing returned to He Mingyu's arms very obediently and was held by him.

Looking out from the guest's position towards the light, there is an indescribable intimacy between the two.

He Mingyu’s tone at this time was softer and slower than when the talk was just introduced: "This is Tan Qing. The entertainment news between me and him before, everyone present should have heard. Of course, I It's not the news of the marriage a few days ago."

Since it is not news of marriage.

That can only be the earlier news about Tan Qing climbing He Mingyu's bed.

It was not long before He Mingyu returned from abroad to take over the He family.

In addition, He Mingyu himself does not like to show up and rarely accepts interviews. The more mysterious he is, the more speculation about him from the outside world.

The scandal between He Tanqing is almost the first piece of entertainment news for the youngest grandson of the He family to appear in the entertainment circle.

I just didn't expect this entertainment news to become a proverb.

Tan Qing felt He Mingyu hold his hand tightly, and then heard the person next to him speak.

"It's just that I want to explain a little bit here."

He Mingyu's voice was not rushed, and gradually spread in the huge banquet hall, "I have eliminated the traces on the Internet very cleanly. Although it is difficult to block your mouth, I do not want anyone to use this statement from today onwards. To evaluate my lover, I don’t want him to be any post-dinner talk. I hope you can understand."

The audience was silent for a moment again.

The neighboring guests exchanged a look of "He Mingyu is probably wicked, let's not be careful of getting revenge with him", and a strong promise of extremely cooperation: "Natural and natural, He Dong rest assured!"

He Mingyu nodded, and took the wine glass from the tray held by the waiter: "I respect you."

The wine glass just touched his lips.

Tan Qing tugged at the corner of He Mingyu's clothes, raised her face and smashed her mouth: "I want to drink too."

Before He Mingyu touched the liquor, Tan Qing's hand that made troubles snatched away the glass, and he had no choice but to stabilize his hand: "Drink less, with a higher degree, and you will get drunk."

Tan Qing poured out the wine in the wine glasses cleanly, took He Mingyu's hand as a rag and wiped his mouth, frowning, "Really? But this wine tastes so strange..."

Especially when I drink it, I always feel a bitter almond smell...

Is it almond wine?

Tan Qing smashed his tongue, put the wine glass on the table, and finally shook his head and judged: "This is not good or not good."

He Mingyu has always been accustomed to Tan Qing, and helped him take a wet wipe and wipe his fingers: "Well, if you don't like it, you won't need this wine for banquets in the future."

Tan Qing nodded immediately and complained to He Mingyu: "It's really too bad to drink. Hiccups are all taste of bitter almonds!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu kissed Tanqing on the forehead, then took the person back into his arms and stood in front of the microphone together.

The guests who had been attacked by dog ​​food were calm.

He Mingyu is obviously in a very good mood: "The last thing is also the most important thing today-although Qingqing and I have registered for marriage, I still owe him a ring."

Two velvet hexagonal boxes were taken out of the suit by He Mingyu.

Open the lid.

The highest purity blue diamonds complement each other in a pair of men's couple rings.

One of the fingers is slightly narrower, the other is slightly wider.

Exactly the size of two people.

He Mingyu took the ring out of the diamond inlay in the box and stopped at Tan Qing's fingertips: "Qingqing, would you like it?"

Tan Qing read the little soil buns all over her face, staring at the big diamond ring and swallowing a big mouthful of saliva: "Wow, what do you want?"

He Mingyu stood on the other side of the pit and waited for Tan Qing to fall in: "I am willing to stay with me forever in all the days to come. I will never leave, and I will never break my promise."

Tan Qing promised the thief quickly: "Willing, willing, willing!"

He Mingyu bent his mouth: "Okay."

The shining pearl ring was about to be put on Tan Qing's slender white fingers.

It happened at this moment--

Liao Xian ran up to the stage in a hurry. On weekdays, Grace’s face was already pale and flustered, and even the cheongsam was crooked and there was no time to tidy it up.

She directly stopped He Mingyu's movements and pushed the microphone away.

It seems that I have tried to lower the voice, but I can still hear the tremor in the tone.

"Ming Yu, Tan Qing, I'm gone!"