Apocalypse: Picking up Attributes and Becoming Stronger

"Xiao Mei, what do you mean, Long Yang is my husband, that is the Xiao family, and has the right to sit down."

"Grandpa didn't speak, where is your turn to call the shots?"

Xiao Zihan's brows were also wrinkled, and he said rudely.

She wasn't all for Long Chen, but Xiao Mei's move was simply provoking her.

"Hehe, you will admit that he is a family member of Xiao, and we don't want to be a family with him."

Xiao Mei looked at Long Chen with disdain.

Long Chen's brows wrinkled, the mud Bodhisattva will also be three-pointed with anger, not to mention that he was the master of the universe before, and he was decisive in killing.

If he hadn't promised Xiao Zihan not to cause trouble, he would have slapped this bitch in the face long ago.

"Okay, Meier, there's no need to be angry about this waste. Today is Grandpa's birthday, so let this waste take advantage of it and take a seat."

At this moment, a young man beside Xiao Mei suddenly spoke up.

This young man was in his twenties, and he looked pretty good, with delicate skin, but pale.

Long Chen, who is proficient in medicine, can see at a glance that this guy has kidney deficiency.

It is estimated that Xiao Mei was squeezed dry once before she came.

This Xiao Mei looks like the kind of person with a strong sexual desire, and the young man is a wine bag and rice bag. He is squeezed dry once a day, and his kidneys are not deficient.

As soon as the young man spoke, Xiao Mei had no choice but to give up targeting Xiao Zihan and Long Chen.

Long Chen silently took the chair back and sat on it.

The birthday banquet entered the gift-giving session, and after the guests had finished delivering the gifts, it was the family's turn to give gifts.

The young man stood up first and presented a very delicate gift box in the eyes of everyone.

"Grandpa, grandson knows that you like antique calligraphy and painting the most, so I bought a famous painting "Rain Bamboo" by Tang Bohu with a lot of money, as a birthday gift for you."

With a smile on his face, the young man handed over the gift box.

Hearing that it was Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting, Mr. Xiao was very excited.

Indeed, as the young man said, Mr. Xiao loved calligraphy and painting in his life, so most of the guests who came here gave them calligraphy and painting.

It's just a lot worse than the "Rainy Bamboo Picture" given to Tang Bohu by the youth.

"Tang Bohu's Rain Bamboo Picture? Oh my god, that's one of Tang Bohu's most famous paintings, and it's worth at least ten million."

"Cut, ten million is nothing to Young Master Zhang, it's just pocket money for a few months, and the most important thing is that Tang Bohu's paintings are priceless, and no matter how many people have money, they can't buy them. Young Master Zhang can I'm afraid it took a lot of effort to get it."

When the surrounding guests heard that this painting turned out to be Tang Bohu's painting, they were all shocked and praised.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it is to flatter the youth.

These words fell into the young man's ears, and it also made his heart flutter.

"Hahaha, Qingfeng, you can have such filial piety, grandpa is very happy, Meier really did not see the wrong person, marrying you is her blessing, and it is also the blessing of my Xiao family."

Mr. Xiao laughed and said, very satisfied with this grandson-in-law.

With a good status, he is very respectful to his grandfather.

Unlike some trash, it really humiliated the reputation of their Xiao family.

Thinking of this, Mr. Xiao couldn't help but glance at the area where Xiao Zihan's family was sitting, extremely dissatisfied.

Zhang Qingfeng noticed Old Man Xiao's gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a sneer.

Going to pour a bowl of oil on this fire.

"Longyang, our family's gifts have been sent, it's your turn, eh, why are you holding a broken book in your hand? Isn't this thing a birthday gift for grandpa?"

(To be continued)