Chapter 689

Duanmu e snorted. His bright eyes fell on Duanmu Sheng. He had some helplessness and headache.

For this son, the age gap is about 60 years old, so the generation gap between the old man and him is like a natural ravine.

Especially now those young people are chasing things that duanmu'e, who has been in the army all his life, does not like.

Duanmusheng is too young and lively, so he can't help but annoy the old man in many ways.

In this way, Rong Yun becomes a bridge between the two, but because of the embarrassment of her identity, most of the time she can only make peace.

At the moment, when Rong Yun finished, seeing that the old man didn't retort, she immediately called duanmusheng, "Xiao Sheng, come here, don't you mean there's a gift for these two girls?"

Duanmusheng stands in front of the table and nods. Then he walks slowly to inkstone Shiqi with a small book in his arms.

Duanmusheng is the youngest son in his family, even ten years younger than his uncle's son.

He came forward to give gifts, and the people present also turned their eyes on him.

As for the other uncles, they sipped their cups calmly.

Anyway, no matter what the boy wants to give, he can't match them.

The happiest is the third!

Two planes. Who else!

All the people are waiting in a different place. As duanmusheng gets closer to inkstone, his ears are red.

My heart is pounding. If I have a big voice, I can jump out.

At this time, he stood in front of Yan Shiqi, blinking nervously, holding the small book tightly in his arms, hesitating how to open his mouth.

Yan Shiqi looked at his expression and stood up with a smile.

She looked at the book in duanmusheng's arms and said softly, "Hello, uncle!"

Due to the scene and identity, even if the other party is younger than her, we must politely call her "uncle.".

In the end is a half child, in the face of their idols have been thinking, the heart surging straight bubble.

He took a deep breath and suddenly heard Yan Shiqi calling him. He quickly held the book and waved his hand, "no, no, seventeen, just call me Xiaosheng!"

He didn't want to make his career so big, which virtually opened the distance between him and the goddess!

As soon as the words came out, Rong Yun's face changed. Before she had time to remind her, Duanmu e heavily put down her chopsticks, "nonsense! It's not fun to have a regular family

Duanmusheng trembled with fright. He looked down at the old man, but he didn't dare to say any more. He had to put the small book in Yan Shiqi's arms. "Seventeen, there are more than 1200 accounts on this book, which have been hacked by you on the Internet before. I've written them down. I'll give them to you, and let your company give them the title!"

All of you: --

At this moment, duanmusheng, like a child who loves to keep a grudge, angrily points to the small book and speaks astonishingly.

Duanmue's face is black!

Is this a gift? What a nice little bunny! Shame on him!

Duanmu e was so angry that even Rong Yun patted him bravely.

At this meeting, no one spoke. Yan Shiqi gently rubbed the cover with a notebook, and his eyes were wide open. He accepted with pleasure, "thank you, uncle, this gift... I like it very much!"

She knew that this was duanmusheng's intention. She was surprised and touched.

It's really a brain powder, seal it!