can not help

Jiang Fanyi and Pan Shirong consciously found a corner to protect Murong Ling in the dark while eating and drinking.

Murong Ling took Qian Shucheng to stand beside an inconspicuous wall in the banquet hall, took two glasses of red wine from the waiter, and handed Qian Shucheng a glass.

Murong Ling: "If you don't want to drink, you can pretend."

Qian Shucheng took the wine glass as if hesitating to speak.

"Curious why everyone else is actively socializing, but me is so deserted?" Murong Ling put the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip, "This wine is not bad."

Qian Shucheng frowned watching Murong Ling's actions.

Murong Ling chuckled, causing Qian Shucheng to involuntarily look into his warm eyes. "In fact, the reason is very simple. Most people here don't know me, and those who do know me don't dare to come up to say hello rashly."

Qian Shucheng was a little puzzled: "Don't dare to say hello? Are they too timid or you are too scary? Could it be that you can kill someone just by saying something?"

Murong Ling purposely raised his face and said with a slightly sad tone, "Maybe he looks a little scary."

Qian Shucheng: "..."

While speaking, Meng Yanzhao cleared his throat with a mic in front of the hall, and the people present gradually fell silent.

Meng Yanzhao: "Hi everyone, today is my father's [-]th birthday. Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my father's birthday banquet."

The audience applauded loudly.

Murong Ling said to Qian Shucheng in a low voice: "They've heard these words too much, so don't pay too much attention to them. The main reason for bringing you here this time is that the Meng family thinks that I have made such a high-profile appearance in your school, so I must take you with me." Show your face and recognize people on such occasions, and you may use it later.”

Qian Shucheng: "..."

Originally, I thought that I dragged him to this place to avoid too much hypocrisy and pretentious socializing, but because I didn't have to cheer for the speaker in front of me, and the two of them could have a private conversation here.

"Didn't you say that many people at the scene have never seen you?"

Murong Ling glanced at Qian Shucheng, and said to him with a rare seriousness: "They haven't seen me, but I know them. The most taboo thing about doing business is face blindness. You don't have to see me in person, but some people have to pay attention in advance." Knowing through other channels such as photos and videos, these people may not know whether it will be a cooperative relationship one day, or they may stab a knife in the back one day."

Qian Shucheng nodded seriously.

Murong Ling slowed down and said, "Have you considered it?"

Qian Shucheng didn't react for a moment: "What?"

Murong Ling shook the wine glass in his hand, watched the red wine swirl in it, and slowly uttered two words from his thin lips: "Group."

Qian Shucheng suddenly remembered what he had said back then, and said with a slight sarcasm, "What? If I want you, you're willing to give it to me?"

The Meng family is from a military family, so they don't sloppily speak. Seeing that Meng Tingye had also finished speaking, Murong Ling said, "Let's go."

Qian Shucheng: "Where are you going?"

Murong Ling: "We're standing here just telling you that you might not remember it, so we'll take you there to recognize someone."

It's not like you're going to the corner.

Thinking in his heart did not delay him from following, but before he reached the Meng family, he met an acquaintance on the way.

Chu Yunxi: "Hey, it's kind of like a dog after cleaning up like a hooligan. Ah Ling, did you find Zhou Yun? It's really hard for him."

How does he feel about Qian Shucheng now? If it weren't for Murong Ling's protection, grass might have grown on this kid's grave.

Qian Shucheng didn't bother to talk about it, thinking about it on his knees, he knew that it was strange that Chu Yunxi could speak politely to him now.To be honest, Qian Shucheng admired Murong Ling's magnanimity, so he could take him to the venue as if nothing had happened, and teach him how to behave.

Murong Ling smiled, as if he didn't hear his sarcasm towards Qian Shucheng: "When did you come here? I didn't see you just now."

Chu Yunxi didn't hold onto Qian Shucheng either, and Murong Ling didn't care if he vented his anger verbally. If he really wanted to do something, Murong Ling would never be polite to him.He pushed aside Qian Shucheng and came to Murong Ling's side: "You must have gone somewhere to hide, unlike me, who was caught making fun of you."

Only then did the two notice the young people who were following Chu Yunxi, and one of them saw that there were no stitches and said hard, "Young Master Chu, I won't introduce you."

Qian Shucheng glanced at the person who was speaking, acting like a typical playboy, his peach blossom eyes looked at Murong Ling's sparkle, and he almost wrote the words "I'm interested in you" directly on his face .

Qian Shucheng suddenly had the urge to smash the bridge of his nose with a punch.

Chu Yunxi obviously didn't like seeing these people very much. The people who followed him were the second-generation ancestors of his father's business partners. Originally, Chu Yunxi pulled away after a few polite words with them, but he didn't want to see Murong Ling at first glance. Make false claims with them.

These few people really have no eyesight, so they insisted on following, saying that they are all of the same generation, so don't be polite, they are familiar with each other.

Only ghosts want to get acquainted with you!

This person is Feng Yan, the only son of the boss of Haichuang Technology. His family mainly makes laboratory equipment, and they also provide equipment for some national scientific laboratories. The company's business is spread all over the world, and the scale is not small.It may also be that the parents are too busy and no one cares about them, and there is only one of them in the family. The old man is very spoiled, which made him uneducated, with eyes high above the top, and a character who is always messing around. Okay, nothing else.He thinks ugliness is the original sin, as long as it looks good, he is interested in both men and women.

Chu Yunxi was contemptuous in his heart but remained calm: "Feng Yan, the son of Mr. Feng of Haichuang Technology, Zhao Nan, the second son of Mr. Zhao Rongwei, and Sun Mingyan, the son of Mr. Sun of Langchuan." The word 'son' is all ironic.

He turned his head and introduced to the three of them: "This is Murong Ling."

The introduction is over in one sentence?This occasion can't be an unknown person, what about the background?I haven't heard of which is my young master's name?Wait...Murong...Murong? !

Feng Yan's eyes couldn't help but widen, this, this, this can't be the Murong he thought of, right? !

Before Feng Yan came to react, Meng Junze hurried over: "Little uncle, grandpa is looking for you. If you don't go there, he's going to lose his temper."

Murong Ling smiled and nodded to the three people who stayed where they were, "Excuse me." Then he followed Meng Junze to the crowd.

Chu Yunxi secretly complained in his heart that the mud could not support the wall, and then followed.Follow Murong Ling to Mr. Meng's, his father won't scold him, right?

Qian Shucheng is really refreshed at the moment, why?Who knows why, anyway, he was very happy to see those prodigal sons being struck by lightning after hearing Murong Ling's name.

Meng Tingye, who was still chatting with others, saw Murong Ling approaching, so he quickly ended the chat.

"Who asked you to drink? Take it away." Seeing the wine glass in Murong Ling's hand, Meng Tingye blew his beard and stared fiercely.

Murong Ling smiled and said, "Old man, I'm just putting on a show, and I only have a little red wine. You don't know how much I drink."

Meng Tingye waited for him a look: "Who said you're drinking too much? Hurry up and take it away."

Murong Ling obediently put the wine glass on the table next to him, and joked, "How about I go to the women's section to get a glass of juice?"

"Juice is for children and ladies. How can a little uncle drink juice?" A crisp voice came from behind Meng Tingye.

Murong Ling's smile deepened: "Then what does Xiu Rui drink?"

A four or five-year-old child pulled Meng Tingye's skirt and showed his head: "I'm a child, of course I drink juice? Little uncle is good or bad, he hasn't come to see me for so long, and he didn't come when he agreed to take me out to play." ,fraud."

"Xiao Rui, why are you talking?" A woman next to her scolded.

Her long black hair was coiled behind her head, and a slim evening dress set off her bumpy figure. Her dress was simple but couldn't conceal her dusty temperament.This person is Zheng Xuan, Meng Junze's wife, and Qian Shucheng had seen the photo with Meng Junchen.

Murong Ling stepped forward and hugged Meng Xiurui: "Then little uncle will compensate Xiurui, okay?"

Meng Tingye hummed twice and said, "Boys can't hold grudges."

The guests who witnessed this scene were a little messy.

Who is this young man? It sounds like he has a high seniority, a distant relative of the Meng family?But Mr. Meng's attitude doesn't look like he is from afar, but the Meng family has never heard of such a person.

Murong Ling hugged Meng Xiurui with one hand, took out a small cloth bag from his pocket with the other hand and put it in Meng Xiurui's little hand: "A gift."

Meng Xiurui looked at the cloth bag and glasses in his hand and said brightly: "Little uncle, don't be too stingy. You didn't come last time for my birthday. The gift needs to be made up. This is the gift to be made up."

The little clever ghost was afraid that his great-grandfather would not let him take him in, so he quickly gave An a name.

Next to Meng Tingye laughed a few times.

There is only a key in the bag to open it.

Meng Xiurui: "Little uncle, what kind of key is this?"

Murong Ling said softly: "The key to Han'an Garden."

Han'an Garden is a villa area built by a construction company under the Murong Group. The location is not too remote, and it takes half an hour to drive to the CBD.The whole park covers a large area, and a lot of effort has been put into the green layout and environmental structure. There are not many houses in the whole park, and the distance between them is also large, so the price can be imagined.

Meng Junze hurried forward: "This is not good, how can you give such a precious thing to a child."

Murong Ling glared at him: "I gave Xiu Rui a birthday present, it's just my own business. Last year, my uncle didn't show up for something, so it's an apology. Does Xiu Rui like it?"

Meng Xiurui looked at the key of the phone, raised his hand and handed it to Murong Ling: "Little uncle, why don't you go out with me to play. I know this Han'an garden, it looks very expensive and hard to buy. You should keep it Give it as a gift, I don’t need it even if I live with my grandfather.”

Murong Ling smiled very happily, Qian Shucheng couldn't take his eyes away for a moment while watching, a sunny smile appeared on this person's face.

Murong Ling lightly scratched Meng Xiurui's little nose: "I'll save it for you to elope with your girlfriend later."

"Don't teach us Xiaorui badly." Meng Yuzhao took Meng Xiurui from Murong Ling's arms, turned to Meng Xiurui and said, "Thank you, little uncle."

Meng Xiurui said crisply: "Thank you, little uncle."

The child had no idea about the house. After putting it in his pocket, he climbed off Meng Yuzhao and ran behind his grandfather to find a place to hide and play.

Watching his grandson run away, Meng Youzhao looked back lovingly, and happened to see Qian Shucheng behind Murong Ling.

"Shu Cheng is here."

Qian Shucheng took a step to the side, leaned forward and said, "Uncle Meng, Grandpa Meng. Happy birthday to Grandpa Meng."

Meng Tingye looked at the young man in front of him with a smile: "This is the little one from Murong's family. Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things."

Why is he the little one of the Murong family?

Qian Shucheng slandered for a while.

Murong Ling looked at the people around him with a smile, then looked away and said to Meng Tingye, "Uncle Meng, do you like the gift I gave you?"

Meng Tingye's eyes flashed, and his overwhelming aura suddenly fell down.

Qian Shucheng next to him suddenly felt suffocated, and cold sweat instantly spread all over his body.But Murong Ling, who looked at the center of the pressure, did not lose his smile, his face was as warm as before, and his right hand stroked the ring on his left thumb.

Qian Shucheng knew that this ring was the symbol of the owner of the 'tomb'.

Seeing the tense situation, the guests consciously moved to the distance, pretending to be calm and chatting in the midst of drinking and drinking, their eyes wandering to the battle situation here from time to time.

It seems that this person is not a distant relative, and has a lot of background.

On the other hand, the two people in the center of the storm, one has a terrifying momentum, and the other is as immobile as a mountain.

Just when Qian Shucheng was about to lose his hold.Meng Tingye's hearty laughter broke the deadlock, and the pressure around him disappeared instantly.

"Give me such a big gift, why, figured it out?" Meng Tingye lowered his voice.

Murong Ling smiled, and inadvertently turned his eyes to Pan Shirong, who was standing in the dark, gesturing to him, then took a step back, and slightly distanced himself from the Meng family.

Seeing Murong Ling's small movements, Meng Youzhao took a step forward calmly. To outsiders, it seemed that he was just changing his posture when he was tired from standing, but in fact, it was just to protect Meng Tingye beside him.

"Mr. Murong, long time no see."

Murong Ling turned around and saw a middle-aged man walking over, nodded politely: "Mr. Cheng is also here."

Chu Yunxi also nodded in greeting: "Mr. Cheng."

Qian Shucheng saw an acquaintance, Cheng Yu's father Cheng Shangru.Thinking about it, how could the Cheng family be absent on such an occasion.

Cheng Shangru: "Mr. Murong, I'm really sorry about what happened last time. You laughed at my kid's mischief."

Regardless of Cheng Shangru's sincerity or hypocrisy, Murong Ling has no plans to fall out with him for the time being. This old fox will still be useful in the future.

"Where is Mr. Cheng talking? It's normal for children to fight and fight, just let it go."

Qian Shucheng's eyes almost rolled to the sky, the world of foxes is really hypocritical.

A skinny man wearing a waiter's clothes with a low-key behavior seemed to be bumped by someone accidentally, and he pretended to fall in the direction of Murong Ling.

With his back turned in this direction, Murong Ling chatted with Cheng Shangru as if he didn't notice.