The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 237 235 This Is Not Important

"Let's go, grandpa has sent me messages to remind me, and all the guests have arrived."

Song Ning held Yan Yan's arm, looking soft and pleasant.

……

The old house has a huge backyard, which was specially emptied out to entertain guests. The red carpet was thrown all the way from the door to the backyard. There were some basket flowers in two rows, and the house was more of a European-style building, so all the lights were on in the evening.

White and warm are intertwined, and the trees are hung with neon lights and sliding tube lights. The arrangement is very beautiful, comparable to a wedding scene.

There are four long rectangular tables, a champagne tower, various desserts, and a round table slightly higher than half a meter, where soothing music is played live.

Many elites from all walks of life toasted and chatted.

Song Ning didn't expect her grandpa to hold such a grand event, her black and white eyes widened for a moment, her palm curled up in the man's generous palm, and she slipped: "I'm a little nervous all of a sudden."

Her reputation in the capital is comparable to that of every star in the entertainment industry, and many people come here.

"I'm here."

At a young age, Song Ning is the female president of the group, and she shines in design, becoming a new rich man.

Song Ning's shoulders were warmly held by the man, she pursed her lips and smiled comfortably, and followed the red carpet to the backyard.

The man is dignified and abstinent, his breath is natural and unsatisfactory and alienated, every line of his face is very clear and clear, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes cannot go away.

Song Ning noticed his change, and couldn't help but poke his waist with her clasped little hands: "Don't scare the guests away, they are all here to celebrate my birthday."

"..." Yan Yan lowered his black eyes filled with chill, his eyes were heavy and melancholy, and when he touched the girl's soft appearance, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes: "They are looking at you."

The rumors about Song Ning from the outside world are all single, and some men at the scene also brought their own sons, thinking that they could facilitate a marriage.

Unexpectedly, a man full of hostility and unapproachable appeared beside the beauty.

Although Yan Yan is in charge of the Yan Family Group in the capital, many things are handled by Hou Chuyuan, and no one else can see him except the company's top executives.

Song Ning glanced around, and found that many women of all ages were staring at Yan Yan, and immediately understood why he was so depressed.

Seeing that she was also a little unhappy, Yan Yan curled his lips and smiled: "Do you feel the same way?"

"It doesn't matter, they look at you to show that you are very good." Song Ning suddenly understood, leaned in the man's arms, and got close to him: "Whatever it looks like, they can't take it away."

The man let out a low smile, his chest vibrated slightly, and pinched the tip of her nose: "I won't leave either."

Not far away, Mr. Song looked at the handsome man and pretty woman walking slowly, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

The butler beside him looked at the two people who were talking affectionately as if he was admiring a work of art, and sighed, "Master, it's almost time."

"Well, let's get started."

Mr. Song said a few words on the stage, and Song Ning, supported by Yan Yan, went up to the round stage to accept everyone's attention.

Appreciate, examine.

There are other different sights.

When Song Ning picked up the transparent knife for cutting the cake, she suddenly turned around. With bright and crystal water eyes, like the stars filled the sky, she looked at the tall and straight man with a dignified and indifferent temperament.

She walked to the edge of the stage, stretched out her hand towards him, and the corners of her pink lips curved: "Come with me."

The palms of his hands were wrapped by big hands, and Yan Yan put his feet on the ground lightly, and stood in front of the girl, holding her hand, turning her around, and wrapping her in his arms.

Song Ning leaned her back against his chest, raised her head and could only see the man's glistening white chin, and his eyes were bent.

"Are you ready?"

His voice was magnetic and seductive, and Song Ning's cochlea was itchy and numb, her heartbeat accelerated slightly, and she nodded her head.

The big hand wrapped the small hand, and when he was about to cut the cake into two pieces, suddenly a candle was lit and plugged in.

Song Ning was surprised and said, "I almost forgot."

Yan Yan held her hand and asked her to fold it together: "Make a wish."

The lights at the scene suddenly went out, and it was pitch black. We could only look at the people on the stage by the moonlight.

Song Ning stood upright, her small face full of piety.

May the future.

With him year after year.

Everyone who wishes is safe.

Song Ning bent down slightly and blew out the candle.

The lights came on one after another, and Song Ning's eyes were covered by a big hand, which was slowly released to let her get used to the bright light.

Song Ning held a cake-cutting knife with the man's hand and cut the cake.

……

There was a guardian beside the beauty, but no one dared to approach her. The gifts Song Ning received were all kept by the housekeeper.

Song Ning tasted the cake, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth. She couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips, scooped up a little, and raised her hand to the man's lips: "Taste it."

Yan Yan's black eyes were tightly locked on her, and he slowly opened his lips to hold the spoon, his movements were slow, as if he had endless aftertaste.

The girl didn't know what to think of, she quickly looked away, her cheeks were hot red.

After chatting with grandpa for a while, it was time to see off the guests.

It was almost early morning, and Yan Yan refused to stay overnight, and Yan Yan took the drowsy Song Ning home.

When Song Ning woke up, she opened her eyes in the tent and opened the zipper, as if she was on the mountain. From this perspective, she could see the prosperity of the entire capital.

Yan Yan brought a bottle of red wine and two goblets from the car. Seeing her suddenly wake up and sitting there blankly, she couldn't help laughing: "Why did you wake up?"

"thirsty."

After Song Ning finished speaking, she looked at the scenery down the mountain and was a little puzzled: "Why did you bring me here?"

"My gift hasn't been given to you yet."

Song Ning was puzzled: "???"

Reaching out to him, blinking his eyes: "Give it to me quickly."

After the words fell, the man slowly began to change his clothes and unbutton his mouth.

Song Ning's pupils trembled, and she stepped back subconsciously: "What are you doing?"

Yan Yan's expression was incomprehensible, and he made three steps in two, approaching her: "Give me a gift."

"Where... how can you...you like this?"

The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, his voice was loose and low: "Isn't this what you want?"

Song Ning suddenly remembered that one day she was chatting with Su Ningxi, and she was applying a facial mask while the hands-free was on.

Su Ningxi said: "I'm quite curious about Yan Yan's kung fu, does he have a face of restraint??"

Song Ning said with a dry face, "Don't talk nonsense here, it's nothing."

Su Ningxi smiled, and continued: "I don't remember who said it at the beginning, on the mountain! In the field! What the hell!"

"What!" Song Ning held her forehead speechlessly: "I was thinking..." Camping.

It just so happened that the phone forgot to charge and was turned off directly.

"What!" Song Ning held her forehead speechlessly: "I was thinking..." Camping.

It just so happened that the phone forgot to charge and was turned off directly.

Looking back, Song Ning realized something, and her pupils shrank: "Did you hear me chatting with Ningxi?"

"This is not important."

The man carried Song Ning into the tent again, and the tent was lowered with a mattress.

(End of this chapter)