Chapter 152

Lingjue is drinking wine leisurely and ravages Tangyuan with one hand. She is in a very good mood.

Even the astringent wine just now feels good to drink. It tastes good after a careful taste.

Feng Yulin seemed to feel the mood change on her side, turned to look at him, and found that Ling Jue did not look at himself, but his side face seemed to be very happy, which made Feng Yulin sink his eyes.

"Ha ha ha, welcome to the old birthday party!"

At this time, a group of people came in again and again, each with a happy face.

The first to walk in front is the main character of this birthday feast, that is, the grandfather of fengyulin and Lu yilie.

Lu yilie's brother-in-law is Fengyu Lin, a surname Feng, a surname Lu, but in fact, he is a relative uncle and nephew.

At the beginning, the Lu family had many daughters and no sons. Because the Lu family was kind to the Feng family, they asked his uncle to be the dry son of the Lu family.

As we all know, however, because later he granted the Lord thanks for the kindness of the Lu family, he discussed with you and changed his name to Lu.

Therefore, although he is a family member, his surname is Lu.

That's why fengyulin and Lu yilie are cousins and nephews, but they have different surnames.

Feng Yulin's grandfather, Feng Laozi, is 80 years old this year, and his oldest son is 60 years old. He is Lu yilie's grandfather, the only man in the Lu family now.

And the granddad of fengyulin, it can be said that this age and position has been the Taishan Beidou like existence of yunhaizhou.

Lingjue is holding her head and looking at the people there. The society is so flattering and flattering.

She really didn't want to paste it on, but also toasted --

looking at Ling Zhensheng beside, she was eager to try, for fear that others might rob her way. She shook her head, put down her hand and took up a glass of red wine, which was still good to drink.

She suddenly wondered if there would be fireworks when the bomb exploded.

Well ～

if she saw Feng Yulin's meat foam flying, she would be happier and more beautiful than fireworks.

A yawn, lingjue some boring to find out the Tangyuan, "come out hi."

"Sleepy! People are sleepy. "It rubs her palm, yawns, and sleeps when you are full.

"What time is it? I came out to see the fireworks."

"Fireworks?" Paralyzed and confused, he opened his eyes and looked at her face. "Sir, you have rice in your mouth - ouch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, lingjue plucked a hair. Originally, sleepy insects ran everywhere, but at the moment, their spirit was not good.

"I didn't eat." Ling Jue poked its hair back and found that it couldn't be put back at all, so she put it in her small hand, "give it back to you, and you can continue to sleep."

Holding his own small white dumpling: "..."

It toots its mouth, rubs the place where it has been plucked, and sighs, "Sir, you are so wicked."

"You say, when can the bomb explode? Am I going to stay away? What can I do if the blood splashes on me. "

“……” Tang Yuan looked at the distance of the chandelier, seven or eight tables away from them.

The closer you get to the main table, the more powerful you are. Ling Zhensheng can only stand behind you.

It shakes its small head. The heroes in front of it are easy to walk all the way.

Tangyuan looks at the Sir who wakes it up. He is a little angry. His paw is stabbing her arm. Sir, don't look at others! You can only see Mr. Tangyuan!

However, its little claws have no deterrent force. Lingjue continues to drink and watch the opera.

People in front of him went to toast. There were many people who honored the Royal wine. He just smiled lightly and took a sip, then looked indifferent.

Those people also know that he is not easy to provoke, so they just go to greet his elders.

In their eyes, this royal awe is more terrible than that of an old man.

Mingming is only a 22-year-old youth, but his momentum is not inferior to those of his elders, even his status is higher than them.

"Sir Alex, it's going to explode in about two minutes."

"Very good!" Lingjue's mouth is perfect. Let's fry it.

"Xiaojue, let's go! Let's toast! " Ling Zhensheng pulls his sleeve and pulls him to the main table.