In Lengjia villa, the huge crystal chandelier in the hall is dotted with black night. Jade dishes are constantly put on the long table from the kitchen. Next to the restaurant is a valuable piano. The most famous pianist in s city is playing a refreshing movement like flowing water.

It's Leng Yuwen's birthday tonight. It's just his 50th birthday this year. It's supposed to be a big party, but he says that he's not old enough to stick to his birthday. So everything is simple, even red is not allowed.

Leng Shaoheng went home early and put Leng Yanmo in the same suit as himself. He walked down the revolving stairs one by one. No matter his appearance or temperament, he was a father and son, no doubt.

Leng Shaoheng squatted down to tie a tie for Lengyan Mo and whispered, "Mo Mo, it's my grandfather's birthday tonight. No matter what, I can't make my grandfather angry. Do you understand?"

The air is full of red wine and cream flavor, cold words ink suction nose, clever nod, "don't worry, Dad."

He raised his hand and gently touched his head. He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "aunt Xia will come back later. Don't be rude then!"

Cold words Mo this time express not very happy, curled to curl small mouth, meat of small face tiny quiver, "Oh, OK."

Leng Shaoheng gets up and takes lengyanmo to the table.

He knows his son best. If he didn't say that advice just now, he would be in trouble tonight. But if Mo Mo embarrasses xialuoxi in front of Leng Yuwen, Leng Yuwen will never let him go, and it will be Mo Mo who will be wronged at that time. If he tries to stop it, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive.

At six o'clock in the evening, the dishes are all ready. Leng Yuwen also sits down in the innermost position of the long table. The Xia family is late.

Charlotte Creek is walking behind the mayor. In order to look happy, she wore a red dress today, but she didn't know that old man Leng was not celebrating his birthday. She was the only one wearing conspicuous clothes in the audience.

But her features are full of kitsch and not pretty. She looks very gaudy in this red dress. Even Leng Shaoheng frowned when he saw her. Leng Shaoheng coughed to hide his disgust.

After the summer family takes a seat, Leng Shaoheng first sends two pots of Clivia that he has prepared. Leng Laozi nods with satisfaction.

Leng Yanmo wrote a sentence for Leng Yuwen, which he had just learned for less than a year. Old man Leng was also very happy after seeing it. He rarely gave him a smile and said, "ink and ink is quite my style in those days. If you can practice more in the future, you may become a great master!"

Leng Yanmo is just like knowing that his examination question has just exceeded the horizontal line. He pats his chest with his back to Leng Yuwen and returns to his seat with a long sigh of relief.

All the people present also applauded. They all knew that Leng Yanmo was Leng Shaoheng's own son, but they didn't know who his mother was. The Leng family never mentioned it.

Some people speculated that her mother must have a bad life experience, so she couldn't take her back to Leng's villa. After giving birth to her children, she gave her a fee and sent her away. Others say that Mo's mother died early and died in childbirth. In a word, no matter what kind of rumors are true or false, his identity is determined by the similar appearance of Leng Yanmo and Leng Shaoheng.

The eldest grandson of the Leng family, no matter who marries Leng Shaoheng in the future, must regard him as the apple of his eye unless

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