Chapter 352

Uncle Wang raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Obviously, he needs a higher heart bearing capacity than ordinary people to deal with master Gu Ling.

However, this is the task assigned to him by the old man... Uncle Wang sighed silently for himself in his heart.

"Young master, the guests are all here. The old man and his wife are waiting for you to go down. Don't embarrass your uncle Wang." Uncle Wang collapsed and said.

Gu Ling picked up his eyes and smiled. He raised his wrist. He looked at the time and asked unintentionally, "Uncle Wang, are all the invitations?"

After a little thought, Uncle Wang replied, "young master, the family sent out 118 invitations. However, it seems that there is still one to attend the old man's birthday party."

After a pause, Uncle Wang asked hesitantly, "young master, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Gu Ling held his chest in his hands and leaned lazily against the wall. With that look in his eyes and a long smile, "Uncle Wang, I invited the guest who didn't come."

Uncle Wang was thinking about his words. Gu Ling had raised his feet and left.

"Hey, young master, where are you going again? The old man is still waiting for you!"

Gu Ling waved, "Uncle Wang, tell Grandpa I'll pick up a guest and come back later."

Seeing Gu Ling go away, Uncle Wang's face suddenly collapsed to the extreme: he couldn't take the young master down, and the old man didn't know how to deal with him

With a sigh, Uncle Wang turned and went downstairs.

……

"Miss Ji,"

Ji Xinqing was lowering her head to play with her mobile phone, but there was a cold voice on her head. She was stunned and looked up. She saw that a maid came in front of her.

The maid held a tray in her hand, which was covered with a lid.

"Miss Ji, this is specially made for you by the kitchen," the maid put the tray on the table in front of her.

"Specially made for me?" Ji Xinqing frowned, but she was surprised.

She doesn't have any acquaintances at home. Who would care for such a small person as her?

"Yes, Miss Ji," said the maid respectfully, "you are pregnant. There are some food at the banquet, which pregnant women can't eat. Therefore, the kitchen specially made this for you."

Hearing her words, Ji Xinqing frowned slightly.

There is no free pie in the sky, not to mention that Gu Yuling has just returned... Ji Xinqing has a lot of heavy things at the bottom of her eyes.

"Miss Ji, don't think too much. This is the Gu family. No one dares to do it in the Gu family. What's more, you are pregnant with the children of the Tang family. No one dares to be unfavorable to the children of the Tang family."

With that, the maid bent down and opened the lid on the tray.

A bowl of light green porridge like jade appeared in front of Ji Xinqing, with several red medlar floating on it, and there was a trace of aroma in the air.

"Miss Ji, this is crisp honey porridge. It's cooked with authentic Bi japonica rice. It's very suitable for pregnant women," the maid handed her the spoon. "Try it."

Ji Xinqing's eyebrows are tighter and tighter.

Gu's kitchen specially cooked porridge for her?

How come the more she thinks about it, the more she feels that she has ulterior motives?

Seeing through her mind, the maid again gently reminded, "Miss Ji, tonight is Gu's birthday."

Gu's family attaches great importance to Gu's birthday. If something happens, no one can afford Gu's anger... Therefore, no one dares to choose to do it at this time!

Thinking so, Ji Xinqing also figured it out, took the spoon in the maid's hand, said "thank you", buried her head and drank porridge spoon by spoon.

Ji Xinqing was hungry for a long time, but she didn't dare to eat the snacks at the banquet. After all, her cognition was limited. She didn't know what the snacks were mixed with.

Scooped a spoonful of light green porridge into his mouth. It was sweet and delicious. Ji Xinqing couldn't help squinting with satisfaction.

"Who ordered me to cook this porridge?" Ji Xinqing asked casually.

The maid maintained an unassuming attitude, "Miss Ji, I don't know. I'm just a servant. I don't dare to inquire about the master's affairs at will."

Ji Xinqing looks up and glances at the maid. The answer is watertight... But does that indirectly mean that someone in the family is helping her?

Ji Xinqing lowered her eyes and covered her deep reflection: Gu Jia, in addition to Gu Ling and Gu Yuling, who else will know her? Who will... Help her?

"Young master Tang," the maid called out suddenly and respectfully.

Hearing her address, Ji Xinqing quickly picked up a clever smile, "young master Tang, you're back."

As if unaware of the strange eyes of those people around him, Tang Jinyao sat next to Ji Xinqing and naturally stretched out his hand to hold her waist.

Seeing the porridge on the table, Tang Jinyao's eyes paused, "this porridge..."

The maid hurriedly said, "young master Tang, this is specially cooked for Miss Ji in the kitchen. Crisp honey porridge is suitable for pregnant women."

Tang Jinyao's eyes sank, and the bottom of his eyes was even darker. People couldn't guess what he was thinking. After the air stagnated for a few seconds, he suddenly carried the bowl with one hand and took the spoon in Ji Xinqing's hand with the other, "I feed you."

Hello... Hello? Ji Xinqing's eyes flashed a shock.

After hearing his words, the guests around also stopped one after another and looked at the two people sitting on the sofa in disbelief.

What kind of existence is the young master of the Tang family?

That's the pride of heaven!

The childe of the top rich!

As long as he waves his hand, there will be a lot of people flocking behind him!

But at this moment, what do they see?

It has always been a man living in the clouds who fell into the dust. He picked up his bowl and said to the woman next to him, "I feed you."

The originally quiet and lively hall suddenly became extremely quiet and strange.

Almost all the female guests stared at Ji Xinqing with hatred.

This woman obviously had no power and power, but she pulled young master Tang down from the clouds.

She blasphemed their male god!

"No need, young master Tang," feeling the wolf like eyes of those women, Ji Xinqing could not help but be surprised: is this man intentional? Deliberately pushing her to the forefront?

Among the many eyes, Ji Xinqing felt a gloomy and deep look. She intuitively turned her head and saw an old man with gray hair staring at herself.

The old man sat right above the living room, surrounded by many guests.

Ji Xinqing's heart clattered, and the cold invaded the bone marrow in an instant.

Is that... Mr. Gu?

Aware of Ji Xinqing's stiff posture, Tang Jinyao gently shook the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, then looked up and slowly scanned the living room.

"What's your opinion?"

The air was steeply dull for a few seconds.

Finally, a voice broke the embarrassing silence.

"No, no, master Tang, you go on."

The hall became lively again. What should be done was still doing. However, everyone knew that Gu's birthday had finally become restless