Chapter 1175： Happy New Year

She was so scared that she kicked Leng Yan away!

Leng Yan, "..."

Fuck!

I'm still not your boss!

One calls to warn that the announcements are not allowed to be arranged during the New Year, and kicks people as soon as they meet. Your husband and wife are really good.

Leng Yan suffocated. It is not easy for him to cultivate a super first-line superstar.

After spending so many resources, an ancestor was born!

What a good opportunity to earn money during the New Year, you and he actually want a one-month holiday, money, that's all money.

How much money did Xia Weibao lose during the holiday.

But thinking of Lu Hualiang's promise, Leng Yan didn't seem to be at a loss.

So I went to Xia Shi generously, and ranked all Xia Weibao's announcements before the previous year, and withdrew those that couldn't.

Anyway, he doesn't need to pay the penalty.

It's just that once Xu Jiayang's "The Empress of a Generation" ceases to be filmed, it will really cost a lot of money.

Leng Yan felt that he should seek additional investment from Lu's Group.

Whose proprietress burns the money, who pays it.

The sky fell for the next month's holiday, and the queen empress cheered.

The news of Yan Weiyang's death was hotly discussed online for several days, and it gradually sank until the New Year approached.

The New Year’s celebration dilutes everything.

Not many people still remember Yan Weiyang.

Huxin Community.

The lights and colorful lights in the Lu Garden are so lively.

Although Lu Hualiang said that he would go to Zhongjia’s old house in the New Year, Fu Bo still hung up the red lanterns in Lu Yuan, which was very festive.

In contrast, the presidential palace next door is in a downturn.

This is probably the most deserted and most tragic year for the Presidential Palace.

In the past, red lanterns and red ribbons were hung, but this year, white lanterns and white cloth were hung.

Yan Yuexian sat on the balcony of the room, and her balcony could see the Lu Garden next door.

There was a festive red there.

She was in a daze, even if she was dissatisfied with Yan Weiyang, the people died like a lamp, and they all dispersed.

Now I only feel very sad and depressed.

The door was not closed, and there were footsteps behind him.

Turning her head, she saw Yan Fei standing behind her.

Yan Fei has also reduced a lot recently.

The death of Yan Weiyang dealt a severe blow to the Yan family.

"Yuexian, what are you looking at."

Yan Yuexian groaned, looking in the direction of Lu Yuan.

There, Xia Weibao was climbing on the ladder, hanging lanterns high, surrounded by a group of servants, all of them raised their heads as if they were facing enemies, for fear that she would fall.

Lu Hualiang, dressed in off-white home clothes, stood aside and watched gently.

The laughter continued.

Lu Yuan is really lively.

Looking at the presidential palace again, there is a lifeless depression.

As if the sky was shrouded in dark clouds.

Yan Fei walked over and held Yan Yuexian in his arms, "It will all pass."

"Brother, how is Auntie?"

Yan Fei sighed, "It's still the same, my uncle is dead, now Weiyang is also dead, my aunt has been hit too hard."

Bedridden all day long.

Yan Yuexian wanted to cry.

Since the bloodbath more than ten years ago, the Yan family has never been so depressed.

Looking at Lu Yuan again, she couldn't figure it out. There were obviously fewer people in Lu Yuan than in the presidential palace.

The owner is Xia Weibao and Lu Hualiang, the others are servants, but they are always so lively.

The presidential palace has four masters, and the servants are no less than Lu Yuan. Why is there no such vigor.

Even hanging a lantern makes me feel so happy over there.

Yan Yuexian stopped watching, she would not admit that she was jealous.

After Xia Weibao finished hanging up the lantern, he jumped directly from the ladder, but the servant below was very scared.