I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

Invited guests come in one by one.

In addition to those big names, there are also many newspaper employees and big stars who came to support him. At this time, he has the real feeling of a media tycoon kissing his grandson.

An Yinong struggled to write down their faces and identities, dizzy.

"Now you know that your father is not easy for me, right? Do you think I'm just going out to play? I want to socialize." Seeing An Yinong's tired appearance, He Chengjue took the opportunity to complain , "You only know that you feel sorry for your mommy, and you don't even think about my feelings."

"...Well, you worked hard."

An Yinong drank water to replenish his hydration, he felt that his feet were going numb: "Did they all celebrate their eighteenth birthday like this?"

"No, because you don't know them, so I'm going to take you to recognize them. I'll take you to toast them in a while, but there are only a few people. Yes. Today there are still few people, when your brother Tianheng came of age, the scene was grand."

An Yinong is lucky, the second and third generations who were raised as heirs are the hard work, they have to learn too much, and the family requirements are very strict.

He Chengjue patted An Yinong on the shoulder: "Are you very tired? No way, who made you a man, if you are a daughter, just sit in your own room at this time, Just wait for the crowd to watch.”

An Yi Nong Xin said it was okay, he didn't want to be a little princess who could only sit in the room and wait for others.

This suit on him is a custom-made dress before. The fabric with cashmere has a good drape and a good luster. The version of this set is an improved style suitable for oriental people in later generations. Whether it is shoulder or waistline, it fits very well and is not restrained.

Annon straightened his bow tie in front of the mirror and saw a pair of sapphires protruding from the cuffs. It's not big, but the starlight is obvious, and the overall color is good, which is very suitable for him.

Touching the pair of gems, a small smile appeared on his face.

An Yinong's watch was given to him by Li Yufeng. It is said that it was specially customized. The gemstones inlaid are his birthstone moonstone.

"I don't understand either," said the system.

"Forget it, what do you want to do?" An Yinong took out the 'meeting gift' that Xie Jiu had given him before, which was a small box the size of a slap.

He guessed what jewelry or a watch it was, but who knew what appeared after opening it was a roll of paper and a photo of a brown pony.

"Atong is interested in riding? This is your gift. I wonder if I have the opportunity to be your temporary teacher?—X"

"...He must still care about the matter of 'Mister' teaching me swordsmanship. He actually wants to teach me to ride and lure me to play with things?"

System: Then don't laugh so happily.

These tables near the stage are either close relatives or people with higher social status, and those farther away are employees, colleagues, classmates, etc. An Yinong looked at the crowd. He felt that he was not the protagonist of the birthday party, but the emcee of the wedding.

"Thanks to friends and family for taking the time to..."

An Yinong on the stage welcomed everyone with a calm tone. His attitude was generous, his voice was pleasant, and his speech was humorous. What is rare is that his image is also very good, and he is tall and straight like a small poplar.

Even if someone in the audience doesn't deal with He Chengjue, he has to admit at this moment: "His son doesn't follow Laozi, it looks pretty good."

"Isn't that a little brainy?"

"Rumors. I heard that he took over a publishing house in his family two years ago, which was the famous comic magazine publishing house some time ago. It was very lively and still abroad. Open a branch."

If you have money, ability, and a good image, some people think about marriage: "If you have a good character, you are very suitable to be a son-in-law."

An Yinong can start the dish after thanking him. Cantonese opera actors are invited on the stage, playing and singing Towels come.

Chrysanthemum petals are sprinkled in each copper basin, and the whole room has a faint scent of chrysanthemum, which is used for washing hands.

After washing your hands, the party really begins.

"This is our Chinese serious banquet. It's boring to walk around with an empty stomach with a plate." meal.

Young people have a little opinion, but they are quickly drawn to the food. Today's chef is one of the most famous chefs in Hong Kong City, and the helpers are also his disciples and grandchildren. The best ingredients and the best chefs come out with the most delicious meals for Hong Kong people.

"Little brother, your dress is good, which tailor made it, and I will do it too." He Tianxi (third cousin), the youngest son of the second uncle's family, faced An Yinong's dress The clothes are full of praise.

"Why do you want to dress up and look for a beautiful girl to date?" The fourth cousin complained, "Wake up, you don't have the face of our little brother, you wear the same thing."

"Hey, are you my sister?"

"Yeah, although I don't really want to have a brother like you....Ah, Brother Tianhong, he hit me!"

A table of people slapped and made small movements constantly, and An Yinong was watching the play happily.

The He family does not have the kind of entanglement between wives and concubines, and the family can handle it clearly. The relationship of the third generation is still harmonious.

The three tables side by side on An Yinong's side are all his cousins, cousins, cousins, cousins, cousins, and their spouses, and the divorced eldest sister is also in it. After the divorce, she entered He's house to help The school foundation, everywhere to help out-of-school children to raise money.

With her career, her whole state has improved.

"My little brother is now eighteen years old, do you want my brother to take you to play outside?" The cousin of the aunt's house came over and squinted.

The eldest uncle's family is a noble and scholarly family, and the whole family is engaged in research. He was so famous that no one in the right household took a liking to him, and the hair of the aunt and his wife was white with anger.

"Don't mess around, my aunt knows that you've broken my brother, so she will definitely look for you directly." The second cousin of the uncle's family warned him, she was still holding the fourth over a year old in her arms. Generations, children dress very festively, with a stubborn head.

"Ah! Beautiful uncle!" The child stretched out his hand and went all the way to An Yinong, ignoring everyone else.

"You know who is the most beautiful at such a young age?" The fourth cousin of the second uncle's family pinched the little baby's face, "Isn't my aunt good-looking? My aunt also bought you a car. Woolen cloth."

It happened that An Yinong didn't want to eat, so he stretched out his hand to hug the child: "Little uncle, hold it for a while."

As soon as the child arrived in An Yinong's arms, he calmed down, and did not wiggle around obediently there. The second cousin was greatly surprised: "Hey, he really likes the younger brother. Except for me and His daddy, he won't let anyone else hug him, and the aunties he invited have been persuaded to leave several times, which makes me feel uneasy at work."

The second brother-in-law also smiled beside him: "The older child is holding a small child."

Children can't boast, they say good, the little nephew twists up, as if he wants An Yinong to stand up.

"Hahahaha, little brother, you are being cheated on, he wants you to carry him around." The second cousin gloated, "I won't carry him back anyway."

An Yinong looked at the 'four-toothed villain' who was drooling in his arms, and at the second cousin who had thrown off a big burden, and stood up indifferently: "Then I will take him away ."

The little nephew has a milky fragrance, soft and warm, and not heavy, An Yinong himself is quite happy to take it around.

Isn't it great?"

"You need to meet many friends of the same age at an adult banquet. Is it inconvenient for him to bring a child?" Others said.

"It's okay, he'll send it back when he's tired anyway."

An Yinong walked around with his little nephew in his arms, and saw the elders shouting affectionately at the uncle and aunt. If anyone wondered where the child came from, he stopped to explain.

They are a little older, and they like such juniors, with clean eyes.

"Uncle Nine." An Yinong had already walked to Xie Jiu's table, and he greeted the elders at the table one by one.

This table is said to be all wealthy businessmen with names and surnames. They all look like they are already greasy middle-aged people. They are either potbellied or middle-aged and bald. It is rare to have two images that are acceptable. The eyes are also too cloudy, and the young and handsome Xie Jiu is out of place.

Xie Jiu has been paying attention to him, a fitted dress that complements his thin waist and long legs. After the hair was styled, the delicate facial features were revealed, and he was a likable and beautiful young man.

Today is his 18th birthday. Once his 18th birthday is over, he will be an adult. He can make his own decisions and be responsible for his own decisions.

"Uncle Jiu guessed it?" An Yinong held his little nephew's fleshy hand and greeted Xie Jiu, "Hello, Grandpa Xie."

Xie Jiu frowned: "Grandpa?"

"He calls me uncle, I call you ninth uncle, aren't you grandpa?" An Yinong smiled, his eyes curled, and the light of the crystal chandelier flickered in his eyes.

With this smile, the mature smile on his body disappeared, and he only felt that this was just a child who did not leave the school.

Xie Jiu couldn't help laughing: "Naughty."

This interaction between big and small is so close, and the relationship is very good at first sight. The people at the same table thought about the previous rumors, and their smiles seemed to be gentler.

Afterwards, An Yinong went to his classmate's table for a turn, Zhang Wei dragged him: "You guy, you will finally scare us after graduation, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

An Yinong, who was holding his little nephew, was laughing with his classmates. The classmates and teachers on this side seemed to see him again.

Aside from his halo of the third generation of the He family, he is still their classmate. He draws exquisite tabletop paintings, and when he sees the book, he feels bitter and bitter, but he works harder than anyone else. .

In the middle of the banquet, as the protagonist of the day, he will come over to toast the elders under the leadership of his parents, even if he only takes a sip at a table.

He had just finished paying respects to grandpa's table and the table of government officials, and received a lot of gifts from the elders. At this time, he came to Xie Jiu's table.

An Yinong was holding a wine glass. Although he had eaten something in advance, he still felt very uncomfortable after drinking cold wine. Of course, he did not show it on his face.

"I have a bad throat recently, the doctor told me to drink less, and Tiantong is still a student, alcohol hurts the brain, why don't we all drink tea?" Xie Jiu said and coughed.

The waiter immediately replaced the wine glass with a tea cup.

Other people at the same table saw that they had to give face, and also changed the wine glass. In this way, the cup in An Yinong's hand was changed. And because it's changed here, it's logical to drink tea all the way.

He Chengjue immediately changed his mind on Xie Jiu, thinking that this person is still very good, with the appearance of an elder.

He didn't want his son to toast all the way, but as the host, it's not easy to say these words out of his mouth. Now Xie Jiu said toast tea, that's the best.

After serving tea, it is time to eat and drink, nothing more. However, Xie Jiu felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach halfway through eating, so he went to the small reception room by himself, and his assistant poured hot water for dispensing.

This is a small open space with several sofas for guests to rest.

"Guess who I am?" One hand covered Xie Jiu's eyes, and there was a mature voice in his ear.