Mr. Mu's crush is so sweet

After the ceremony, the birthday cake was cut next.

The staff pushed the cake tower onto the stage, all the lights in the banquet hall were turned on, and the cake tower was lit and stopped.

A total of sixty candles were lit.

"Happy birthday to grandpa, happy birthday to you..." Yueya sang excitedly, and everyone else on the stage followed her voice and sang birthday songs. The atmosphere was affected, and everyone in the audience also sang along.

Mu Xiande is 60 years old. He didn't expect to celebrate his birthday and was moved to tears.

"Grandpa, you have to close your eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candles." Crescent Moon said again.

"well!"

Mu Xiande closed his eyes and made a wish, then opened his eyes and blew out the candles. He couldn't blow out all sixty candles at once, so everyone helped blow them out.

The banquet hall, the assembly hall is lit up again.

The guests under the stage sat down, and some people wondered, "Mu Lao's birthday is really a birthday. There are quite a lot of procedures. Why is it that my nose is sore?"

Many families now hold the [-]th birthday banquet with the help of the elderly as a business party. Relatives and friends may not have all the invitations, but there are many invitations from stars and celebrities.

However, apart from a farce before the banquet at the Mu family, celebrities who gave gifts, and singers and stars singing and dancing were all skipped, but they used the most simple way to let the children celebrate their birthdays, eating cakes, singing birthday song.

This simple way is more like celebrating a birthday.

Someone said: "The Mu family is neither short of money nor power, and they don't like those fancy things. There are three grandchildren for old Mu Heshou, which is already very high. The eldest grandson and granddaughter of the Mu family, Is this worse than some celebrities?"

"What you said makes sense. After all, the Mu family is a wealthy family. This way of doing things is different from ordinary families. But I heard that the Mu family still has a daughter. Second Miss, why didn't you come?" someone asked.

"This is the matter of the Mu family. If we outsiders don't know the inside story, we should not talk too much. It's not good to offend the Mu family."

"..."

On the stage, Mu Xiande cut the cake and distributed it to the audience, and then entered the next session.

The birthday party lasted an hour and a half, and Qiao Yin accompanied Mu Yechen to see off the guests.

Mu Yechen watched his parents and relatives say goodbye one by one, and whispered to Qiao Yin, "Does it look like we have a wedding and send relatives away?"

Qiao Yin was taken aback for a moment, lowered her head and said nothing.

They haven't had their wedding yet.

Mu Yechen pinched the back of her neck and asked in a low voice, "Yinyin, shall we have a wedding?"

"We've been married for seven years, don't you need it?"

"Use Xingxing and Yueya as flower girls." Mu Yechen had wanted to talk about this for a long time, but never found the opportunity.

When he brought her back to Kyoto City, it was like making up for the regrets of the year.

"Yinyin, this is what I owe you and what you owe me. You promised to be my bride, but you ran away." Mu Yechen was afraid that she would disagree, and his tone was a little aggrieved.

Qiao Yin never regretted that at such an important moment of marriage, there was no ceremony, nor did she receive a word of blessing.

"Then let's choose an auspicious day and hold the wedding."

Mu Yechen was so happy that he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

Qiao Yin was startled, and blushed with shame, "There are so many people watching, Mr. Mu."

"I kiss my wife and don't interfere with them."

After Mu Yechen finished speaking, several guests looked over. Qiao Yin coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly.

Seeing how good the relationship between the husband and wife was, everyone was even more convinced that Qiao Yin was very popular with the young master of the Mu family, and he could not offend her in the future.

After finally sending the guests away, the whole family was very tired, and Hu Li came to her senses, where is the little cake?

Mu Yechen's expression darkened immediately. The paternity test would take at least four or five hours, so whether Little Cake was his daughter still had to be questioned.

Hu Li still wanted to ask, but was stopped by Mu Xiande. She knew that her son didn't like that child, but she still wanted to mention it. This was not to make her son unhappy.

"If you want that child, I'll take you there."

After Mu Xiande comforted his wife, he said to Mu Yechen, "Are you going back to Mu's house with us, or?"

Mu Yechen said; "Go back to our villa, I will see you next time when I have time."

"..."

Mu Xiande wanted to see his grandson more, since his son disagreed, then forget it.

At this time, the Zheng family.

Mu Yaqi, who was locked at home, smashed the teacup angrily, and cursed; "Zheng Cheng, you bastard, why did you stop me, today is my father's birthday, and you actually stopped me and refused to let me go! "

Although Mu Xiande said that she disagreed with her going, Mu Yaqi thought in her heart, if she went, could her father drive her away in front of everyone?

Do he want to lose his old face?

She was all dressed up and ready to take her son with her, but Zheng Cheng took her son away and locked her in the room. She was so angry that she wanted to kill Zheng Cheng.

For her father's birthday party, she was the daughter of the Mu family, and she didn't even show up. What would others say about her after this was said?

Besides, Qiao Yin's three bastards will definitely steal the limelight today. Her son is a grandson, so why not celebrate grandpa's birthday.

The more Mu Yaqi thought about it, the more angry she became, she had never been so aggrieved before.

She was exhausted after arguing all night, and her hatred for Zheng Chenghe and those who prevented her from attending the birthday party did not diminish by half.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she stood up abruptly, and seeing Zheng Cheng holding her son, she ran over to beat him regardless.

"Zheng Cheng, you bastard, bastard, rotten person, bastard, why are you stopping me and refusing to let me go? I'm a young lady from the Mu family, and you have no right to stop me!"

Mu Yaqi's hands were neither light nor heavy, and some of them hit the child. Zheng Bo cried and called his mother, but Mu Yaqi didn't stop.

Zheng Cheng was angry and pushed her away.

"Mu Yaqi, calm down. I'm doing this for your own good. If you really want to be the second lady of the Mu family, don't make your parents angry again."

Mu Yaqi got up, pointed at him and cursed, "Zheng Cheng, are you laughing at me? Do you think you can bully me because my parents are angry with me? Let me tell you, just now you pushed me, and I You can go and tell my mother that you abused me domestically!"

Zheng Cheng was speechless, "Mu Yaqi, you have become a mother, and you still report to your mother about such a trivial matter. Do you have any brains? Your father doesn't want your mother to meddle in our husband and wife affairs."

"Who do you think you are, and you can guess my parents' thoughts, Zheng Cheng, I have never finished with you, I, Mu Yaqi, married you, it was your Zheng family who burned incense, you didn't protect me, and you scolded me , push me, you Zheng Chengcai is an annoying dog, trash!"

No man would tolerate his own woman calling him useless, Zheng Cheng would be provoked by her even if he had a good temper and wanted to beat her.

She doesn't listen to what she says, she thinks that she is the second young lady of the Mu family, and she acts like a god, thinking that the whole world will support her, and it is a sin not to support her.

This child is here, she doesn't care about the child, she just hit him, this woman is out of her mind!

Seeing that she was leaving, Zheng Cheng didn't bother to stop her. He hugged his son and wanted to put him to sleep.

There was a bang, and there was a loud noise when the door closed, revealing the anger of the person who closed the door.