Chapter 136

As soon as this problem occurred, the atmosphere was cold for a few seconds.

Without waiting for Sheng Jingheng's answer, Sheng's mother first frowned slightly and pretended to be dissatisfied: "didn't you agree not to talk about work at home?"

Sheng Jingrui raised his hand and surrendered: "good, good, no talk."

This episode was quickly brought over, and no one cared.

Soon, it was time to cut the cake.

Watching Ren Jiayuan blow candles and make wishes very skillfully, and then cut the cake and divide the cake, Nanyue is a little distracted.

Only a few days ago did she get to know shengjingheng again.

So I know that he has never written songs for others.

But Sheng Jingrui shouldn't have made up an unnecessary song out of thin air, right?

More importantly, shengjingheng seems to have no intention to deny it.

Although even if there is such a song, it should have little to do with her.

However, Nanyue couldn't help thinking of the new songwriter Chaoyang.

Should it be a coincidence?

South Vietnam took the cake handed by Ren Jiayuan, thanked him, and pressed the idea down.

After eating the cake, I probably saw that there were so many adults. Ren Jiayuan may not be happy for his birthday.

The four elders of the Sheng family said goodbye.

Sheng Jingrui naturally followed him. Before he left, he didn't forget to ask Sheng Jingheng, "where are you going tonight? With us? "

Sheng Jingheng shook his head calmly: "we should hurry back and get up early tomorrow."

Hearing this, Mrs. Sheng immediately felt distressed: "is it so hard? Can't you ask the director for leave? "

Old man Sheng's tight face also loosened, but only for a moment: "his own choice, let him go."

Sheng Jingheng stooped slightly to the second old man: "I'll see the second old man after I'm busy."

The second old man of Sheng family nodded and wanted to say something more, but he still didn't say it.

After seeing off the five of them, Ren Ran turned to look at Sheng Jingheng: "then you should start earlier. It takes two hours to drive to w City. In fact, there's really no need to take this trip."

Four hours at a time, just a meal and a cake.

"Nothing," Sheng Jingheng took out a small box from his coat pocket and handed it to Ren Jiayuan, "happy birthday."

Ren Jiayuan picked it up and smiled, "thank you, second cousin."

Sheng Jingheng glanced at her, his eyes fell on Nanyue, and soon turned away: "then I'll go too."

The black business car had come. Sheng Jingheng got on the car and looked at several people at the door turning into the house through the window, with his eyes hanging slightly.

"Wei Jun."

"Yes."

"... forget it."

Sheng Jingheng closed his eyes, as if he was very tired, and leaned against the back of the chair. If there was a fragrance like no, it was still wrapped around his nose.

Even if he knew what perfume he was, what could he do?

Wei did not dare to ask more. He silently asked the driver to drive back to the hotel in w City.

On the other hand, South Vietnam is not in a hurry to leave. After all, she is not so busy. The song has been recorded and there is no other announcement. She can rest on weekends.

But staying is not to accompany Ren Jiayuan to open his birthday present.

Instead, I prepared a gift for Mrs. Ren.

"What is this?" Mrs. Ren was surprised and puzzled at the purple pill lying quietly in the wooden box.

It's hard to say in South Vietnam. This is a pill made of purple Yao grass.

She briefly explained: "this medicine is excellent for health preservation. You can drink it directly in water or make a medicinal diet. If the old lady is not at ease, she can find someone to test the medicine, and then she can know whether it is beneficial or harmful. "

Mrs. Ren knows more about traditional Chinese medicine than western medicine. When she hears it, she knows it must be a good medicine and has the smell of Ganoderma lucidum.

After looking at South Vietnam, Ding Ding smiled: "of course I don't worry. I also know that you are really good to us."