Chapter 35 Roster

The day was at noon

...Hmm? Mr. Ling returned to China? When did it happen?... Morning? Well, I know.

Mingcheng frowned and tasted the newly opened red wine, but the taste was still wrong.

After walking two steps in the wine cellar, I took out another bottle again

...I will arrange a welcome banquet, grandma, please rest assured... I know that Fang family will arrange for someone to send invitations... Am I such a stingy person?

Here

Mingcheng straightened the Bluetooth headset on his left ear, looked for a ladder to take down the red wine on the top layer of the wine rack, and opened it

...I didn't think you were talking nonsense... The aunt from the Yuan family also wanted to invite him, and the Zhao family of the Zhang family would not forget...

All families with daughters of appropriate age should be invited?

Ming Cheng raised his eyebrows in a little embarrassed

Who is going to gossip in your ear again?

Next time someone pulled her tongue out

Grandma, I'm wrong, can't I be wrong?

Mingcheng heard the familiar opening remarks on the other side of the phone, and couldn't help but raise his hand to surrender.

You give the list, I promise to invite everyone who will not fall into it, okay?

The ancestor was satisfied. Ming Cheng sighed, took off the Bluetooth headphones and put them on the table, filtered the expected ramblings, pierced the bottle opener and twisted the cork out

The taste is still wrong

Mingcheng rubbed his temples with a headache, put down his wine glass, and brought his headphones again. He didn't even look at the four newly unsealed red wine bottles on the table and slowly walked up the stairs.

OK, please rest assured... It's getting late, it's time for you to take a nap

Hang up the phone, he stood in the living room, walked to the window unconsciously, and looked at the villa next door that was vacant again.

Marriage at the right age?

In his mind, he recalled the sentence she said that night that night was through the visible access control. My lover is

Very ironic

The list of celebrities held by the most respected old lady in the Ming family was soon sent to Mingcheng's mobile phone

Mingcheng's eyebrows almost prompted that the sound was heard and twisted together between his forehead.

He forwarded the message to his subordinates in disgust, and even had no desire to flip through the roster, so he deleted the message directly

Help prepare the invitation letter from Old Man Ling’s dust-washing banquet to the Fang family, 3 hours in advance

Wei Changsheng, who received Mingcheng's message, really wanted to pull his boss's neckline and shake it, and ask, how old are you this year?!!!

The former butler, who was several times older, stood by him gracefully with a smile

Is there anyone who needs help?

fine

Wei Changsheng pressed the cross veins that burst out from his forehead in pain, and opened the roster that Mingcheng forwarded him without hope.

puff

The phone threw a curve in the air and slammed heavily on the table. He leaned back and took several steps back with his chair. He was held down by the former butler, and then he stopped losing his composure.

Damn! A harder copy of hell difficulty than sending a wreath to Fang Suo!

This is not Mr. Ling’s welcome banquet at all, but it is completely the eldest son of the Ming family’s concubine selection banquet!

Wei Changsheng knows the harsh quirks of Ming Chengsheng not being close to him

Also choose a concubine?

He was very worried that he would invite everyone on the list one by one, and whether he could still take over the position of Ming's next housekeeper after the reception banquet.

Boss, can you halve the number of people you invite?

The roster is what my grandma means, you can do it yourself

Mingcheng was already lazily lying on the recliner that had moved in place. From here, he could clearly see the abandoned small garden next door.

Wei Changsheng didn't return

He's going to do it? He's going to do it as he's going to do it himself

9 hours later, Ling Chu, who had already met Mr. Ling, who was in a low fever and coma, and Yu Siren, who had just picked up Lin Tu and didn't have time to deepen his feelings, received an official invitation from the Fang family.

The Ming family held a welcome banquet for Mr. Ling?

Yuan Siyu showed an incomparable teasing smile on her cute face

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart

Zhao Nianqin disagreed with her long hair that was shoulder-length

Mr. Ling has been living abroad all year round, and none of us have dealt with him head-on. It is reasonable for the Ming family to take action at this time.

Yuan Siyu's face bulged into a small bun

Qinqin... You didn't see the philanthropic look when my dad just handed over the invitation letter to me...

She put down the dress she was choosing and held Zhao Nianqin's shoulders and acted coquettishly.

What do you say to dress up well? The young master of the Ming family may choose his marriage partner at a welcoming banquet... But he just has a few bad money, and he really regards himself as the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Nianqin smiled and touched Siyu's little head

She is different from Yuan Siyu. After graduation, she did not follow her parents' wishes and entered the family company, but chose to go out alone to work hard.

Under the influence of the eyes, I am no stranger to the name Mingcheng

Although she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, she was able to make drastic reforms after taking over the Ming family and achieved outstanding results. Even though Ming Cheng was as rumored, he never contacted the outside media because of his ugly face. She also wanted to take this opportunity to get to know this industrialist who matched his strength and ambition.

I heard that in addition to the Ming family, Fang Wenlin, the adopted son of Fang Wenlin, the head of Houmu Capital, will also appear at the reception banquet. Don’t you think about it?

Yuan Siyu's face turned red after hearing this

Fang Su is different from Ming Cheng, who is so low-key that he is outrageous. He is never afraid of various public activities, and every time he appears, he almost shines brightly.

The noble young man in the financial industry has different styles from ordinary people and looks down on his life.

I heard that he is still keen on various extreme sports in his spare time, and he has a strong physique.

A real male god with rich, ambitious, strong, looks, and eight-pack abs. Not to mention Yuan Siyu, it is difficult for other invited family daughters not to be moved by such men.

Qinqin, what about you? Which one do you prefer?

Zhao Nianqin did not answer Siyu's question positively

She had never met Mingcheng, but she had the honor to meet Fang Su at work

This man who can hardly find any problems in his body works perfectly like a machine without emotions when working

She was inexplicably scared of him, especially when a group of data appeared from Fang's fingers effortlessly, and there was no slight joy or pride on his face.

It is hard for Zhao Nianqin to imagine what such a man would be like outside of work.

Enthusiastic about extreme sports? I'm afraid I'm trying to find enough excitement

She could not see the desire for life from Fang Su's eyes, and only the madness hidden in the hidden way that the world would not know.

I like it? Does it work?

She said casually, with a little smile on her face

But Yuan Siyu's expression, who heard this sentence, became active again and became visible to the naked eye.

The little body in the developmental period moved back to the bed, holding himself and letting his servant move to the bedroom dress, moaning and moaning.

How old are they? How old are we?

Seven years older than me, ten years older than you

Old cows eat tender grass!

Pink fist angrily smashed into the soft quilt

Pork

Zhao Nianqin couldn't help laughing

Yuan Siyu was only a man at the end of the month, and the Yuan family was a little anxious

Lin Tu, who was eating with Yu Siren, could clearly feel that after receiving a call, the man sitting opposite him lowered his entire air pressure after receiving a call.

What's wrong?

She carefully put down the tableware, wiped the corners of her mouth, and asked him softly

Yu Siren looked up in surprise, and then he realized that he was so relaxed that even Lin Tu could detect his emotional changes.

fine

He smiled and pulled his phone back to the table

Ten minutes ago, he just received the news that Mr. Ling had returned to China, and ten minutes later, Mingcheng was ready to connect with Fengyan.

Based on the time when the Fang family prepared the entire banquet process to the official invitation, the time when the Ming family learned about this news was at least half a day ahead of schedule.

After Mingcheng took over, the Ming family has become an existence that cannot be underestimated.

The smile on Yu Siren's mouth is slightly evil, it is interesting only if there is a challenge, and the decision of his choice to surrender to the State Council seems valuable

He fell back to Lin Tu and found that the latter was still looking at him with concern.

Yu Siren felt warm and smiled and said, "I just received the invitation to attend a Hongmen Banquet."

Lin Tu raised his eyebrows, you have really high Chinese attainments...

What you are paying attention to seems to be wrong?

Is that right? Lintu smiled and took the tableware again. I'm praising you

Then do I still want to thank you for your praise...?

Then you don’t need to treat it as a return gift for this dinner. What do you think?

If I really want to give a gift, I would have a reluctant request

Huh?

Yu Siren sat upright and put away the cynical smile on his face

Just like the Hongmen Banquet I mentioned just now, can you invite you to be my female companion?

//I deleted the complaints. Thank you all the little angels for their praise. I was so happy to see them...//

Near the end of the year, I signed up for a dance class on the weekend and then took a part-time job because I was poor (hey), and I took on a crazy job. My workload soared. When I came to my senses, I found that my already very nervous spare time was almost the same as if it wasn't there (:з ∠)