The villain is super sultry [Quick Transmigration]

The people in the entire banquet hall looked at the serious and serious old man who looked like a dignified old man in an instant and turned into an old urchin with bright eyes, and they couldn't help opening their eyes a little bit.

Who is Mr. Song, the hero of the Anti-Japanese War back then, the founding hero of Huaguo, an old man who still has a pivotal position even though he has retired to the upper class.

Such a big man naturally has a big temper, and is also very weird. Among the few old men who are still alive in the Central Committee, Mr. Song is the most difficult to deal with. None of them

Not to mention outsiders wanting to curry favor with him, even the members of the Song family, apart from his strange temper and cold face all day long, the eldest grandson Song Mochen, who is tyrannical and tyrannical, rarely catches his eye.

Just take the younger generations of the Song family who tried their best to give gifts and say all kinds of good things to congratulate him on his birthday. From the beginning to the end, I didn't see Mr. Song showing any good looks. He sat there solemnly and pretended that today was not his birthday party. It's like an iron bread man who is interrogating prisoners.

But now, a strange and abrupt young man let such a difficult Mr. Song fail, and immediately changed his face to an approachable and kind little old man. Who on earth is this young man so capable?

Everyone was surprised.

Yan Guoan, Yang Cailian, and Yan Junfeng met Mr. Song in the hospital before, and his attitude was quite calm, but Second Uncle Yan who came with him kept trembling fingers, a little inexplicably excited, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Regardless of the expressions of the people around him, Su Jingxuan ran to the front of the crowd, opened the wooden box in his hand and handed it up, presenting treasures to the old man to celebrate his birthday.

"Happy birthday to Grandpa Song. Of course I came late to prepare a gift for you. Do you like this birthday gift?"

Inside the wooden box he opened was a pair of golden nanmu carved chess pieces, which he made according to old man Song's preference, after a lot of effort.

The golden nanmu is precious, but it is not a rare item to the Song family. The old man will not pay attention to it, but the finely carved chess made by hand can make the old man like it.

Su Jingxuan will not be arrogant and know everything, but the soul has lived for so long, but he has also learned a lot of skills, and the precipitation of time is enough to turn an ordinary person without talent into a master-level figure in the field.

An old man like old man Song usually likes these quintessence of craftsmanship, and his eyesight is excellent, and he can distinguish the quality and exquisiteness of things with just a few glances.

As soon as he saw the box he handed over, he immediately became energetic, and pulled him directly in front of him, and then picked up a chess piece to watch, with a very fond expression on his face.

"Good little boy, you still know the old man, tsk tsk, the pattern carving is really good, no such good wood was wasted, it is no worse than those things the old man collected, it looks like new ones, little boy, where did you find it Master, tell me quickly, I happen to have a piece of wood that I can’t find a good master to carve.”

Old man Song was very satisfied with this birthday present.

The gifts from the younger generations of the Song family just now included precious carvings, calligraphy and paintings that he likes, but with the Song family's financial resources, he has a large collection of good things, and few of them catch the eye.

The things sent by those juniors were just intentions, and their vision was limited. There were not two items that really met his preferences. What's more, the price was exorbitantly exaggerated by the outside world. It looked expensive, but it was not worth it, so it couldn't impress him at all.

There are even smart juniors who give away foreign high technology that the other party thinks is very awesome.

Few old people like that thing, especially old man Song who has such a strange temper and loves Chinese culture very much. His flattery was slapped on the horse's leg, and he was almost so angry that he cursed, his face darkened for a long time.

Now Su Jingxuan's things are not considered peerless treasures, but they are very much to his liking, the things are delivered to his heart, and the workmanship is no worse than his collection.

More importantly, it is newly made, which means that there is a master with excellent skills behind it, and there are too few such people in modern society.

"Quickly tell me which master's new work this is. You are capable. You actually have a way to ask someone to make such a chess game for the old man."

Old man Song liked it more and more. Most of the master craftsmen with superb craftsmanship have bad tempers. It is difficult to ask others to customize things. He likes this chess set so much, Xiaowa knows him very well.

Hearing his words, Su Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, and pointed to his own face without any humility, smiling "Me."

"You..." old man Song's eyes widened in disbelief, how old is the little doll, a genius who can make such a good thing at the age of seventeen or eighteen can't even describe it

"Yes, it's true." The boy showed his white teeth and smiled brightly and confidently.

People who behave like this are either mentally good enough to brag without blinking, or they have absolute ability.

The guests naturally classified him as the former.

But old man Song had been with him in the hospital for two months, so he knew his character very well, no matter how surprised he was, he knew that Xiaowa would not fool around and try to make him happy under such circumstances.

Then this thing is really made by Xiaowa. The old man Song smiled with a serious face, and his big laughter showed that he is very happy now, very happy.

But two sentences and a pair of unremarkable and finely carved chess won Song Lao's favor.

The guests were secretly startled and regretted, why didn't they think of this idea, everyone knows that Mr. Song likes these things

But the members of the Song family felt sour in their hearts.

These younger generations have tried their best to make the old man smile more, and even learned a lot of lessons about being extravagant, forgetting one's roots and worshiping foreigners. Now that the old man is so kind to an outsider, it's no wonder that the Song family is not jealous .

But what shocked everyone even more was Song Mochen's attitude.

After delivering the birthday gift to Mr. Song, Su Jingxuan couldn't wait to trot up to Song Mochen and grab his hand, looking at the other's face almost greedily, delighted and missing, "Brother Song"

If it wasn't for his strong self-control, he would have jumped straight up, holding his lover's body tightly and breathing the familiar smell.

And Song Mochen, who never liked being close to others, didn't push him away. Instead, he reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and brought him in front of him, stroking his soft hair, with a smile on his cold face.

Seeing the undisguised joy and yearning of the person in his arms made him very happy.

Mr. Song was used to his special attitude towards his grandson, but the Song family, who were envious and jealous, wanted to rub their eyes vigorously.

Is this really the heinous Song Mochen they knew who always exudes no strangers, tyrannical means, and cruelty?

In a short period of time, the mood of the people in the banquet hall was already turbulent.

Elder Song's approval of Gu Ran is important, but Song Mochen's attitude is the decisive thing. Although he has not officially become the head of the Song family, the rights of the entire Song family are in his hands.

The Song family, Song Mochen has the final say at the moment, his words and attitude are more useful than Mr. Song.

"I wish Elder Song a happy birthday, good luck and good health. Mr. Song."

Second Uncle Yan is a smart person who can seize the opportunity. He immediately took the opportunity to push Yan Guoan to show his face, and greeted Mr. Song and Song Mochen respectively.

He really didn't expect that the big brother's oil bottle was so powerful, not only made Mr. Song happy, but even Song Mochen could get close, it didn't need the good attitude of these two people, as long as they could say a few words, today the banquet was not in vain

Mr. Song didn't know Second Uncle Yan. No matter how well the other party hid it, the look in his eyes couldn't hide it from him. He had seen people for half his life clearly.

On the contrary, he had met Yan Guoan and Yang Cailian in the hospital, and he had a good impression, so he ignored Uncle Yan and nodded at Yan Guoan and his wife with a smile.

The two couples were flattered by this face, and they responded quickly, feeling nervous. The Song family is really a giant that dare not offend the Yan family.

So after saying hello, Yang Cailian hurriedly beckoned Su Jingxuan back, "Come here, Xiaochen, Mr. Song is very busy today."

Although Mr. Song and Song Mochen were very fond of their son, but now it was the Song family's banquet, and Song Mochen, as the host, was always with her son. She was afraid that his son would offend others indiscriminately.

It's strange that Su Jingxuan could listen, as if he was obedient and wanted to turn around, but his movements were extremely slow, and he took the opportunity to quickly wink at Song Mochen, with an obvious expression of reluctance to leave behind.

Seeing his expression, a smile flashed in Song Mochen's deep eyes.

He stretched out his hand to wrap Su Jingxuan's shoulder again, and spoke in an attitude and tone that could not be refused.

"I still have something to say to Xiao Chen, Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan, please do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Song Mochen looked at Mr. Song again, nodded, and left with Su Jingxuan.

Yan Guoan and his wife didn't even have a chance to refute and persuade him to stay, and the Song family didn't even dare to be dissatisfied with him leaving in mid-court. Mr. Song knew very well that his grandson's uncompromising temper was too lazy to care about it.

Yan Junfeng stared at the back of Song Mochen leading Su Jingxuan away, his heart sank slowly

After everyone reacted and continued to socialize at the banquet, many people gathered around Yan Guoan and his wife. Yan Junfeng silently withdrew and followed in the direction Song Mochen left.

Second Uncle Yan, who was left out in the cold, glanced at his elder brother gloomily. Seeing Yan Junfeng leave, his eyes flickered, and he followed quietly.

On the other side, Su Jingxuan has temporarily put the mission behind him.

After leaving the crowd and arriving at the lounge, he sat down on Song Mochen's lap without any scruples, hugged his lover's neck with both hands, leaned his head in an intimate hug, and took a deep breath of his lover's breath.

Outside.

Yan Junfeng saw this scene through the unguarded door. Combining the content of the text message he received in the car and his performance at the teenager's banquet, his chest suddenly felt like a lightning strike, and his fingers clasped tightly against the wall.

Second Uncle Yan, who followed, also widened his eyes when he saw it, and his heart beat violently.