Guests arrived one after another, and the birthday party began.

Old Man Tang came out and said a few words, everyone celebrated their birthdays, cut the cake, and then let everyone feel free.

Then let everyone dance with long sleeves.

Tang Yaozong and his eldest brother Tang Yaoguang seemed to be more energetic, and worked hard to show their network resources in front of the old man, and couldn't wait to express to the old father - I am the most suitable heir.

Xiao He watched coldly, he felt sarcastic, but also couldn't help laughing at himself, how could he not be like this? Isn't everything he is doing now to get his father's respect, even if all this is his mother's last wish.

Thinking of his mother, his heart was a little heavy.

The banquet hall was filled with the smell of perfume and liquor, which made people feel stuffy.

He walked out to the terrace and lit a cigarette.

Wen Yan pushed open the glass door and stood behind it, squinting slightly at the man with his back to her.

The man stood with broad shoulders and narrow waist, his legs straight in front of the railing, and a wisp of pale white smoke curled up from his side and quickly disappeared into the night.

With just one back, people can feel a deep sense of majesty, as well as a certain suppressed defense, like a beast in the night, fierce and arrogant.

Wen Yan pursed her lips unconsciously, it is undeniable that this man is so attractive to her even his back.

She approached quietly, her eyes resting on the cigarette between his fingers.

She suddenly raised her hand and took the cigarette from his hand.

Xiao He had already noticed that someone was coming, but he was not interested in looking back to see who it was, until the cigarette in his hand was taken away.

Wen Yan raised her chin slightly, her eyes were lightly raised, and the tips of her slender index and middle fingers held the cigarette that had been snatched, as if in slow motion, slowly sending the cigarette to her lips.

White smoke, red lips, distinct colors.

The flames on the tobacco burned rapidly, and the faint flames stood out in the night.

She took a puff and smiled at him with the smoke in her mouth, slowly spitting it out at him.

The smoke blurred the man's vision.

The next second, the cigarette was returned to the man's finger.

Wen Yan raised his hand and nodded the man's thin lips, as if he meant something, and when he glanced at the figure outside the glass door out of the corner of his eye, he smiled imperceptibly. Withdraw your hand and turn away.

Xiao He lowered his eyes and looked at the cigarette in his hand, and there was a blurry red mark on the orange cigarette holder.

His dark eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand and took a breath.

The bitter nicotine was mixed with a hint of sweetness, which strangely soothed the anxiety and boredom in his heart just now.

Xiao He walked out of the terrace and found Tang Xin standing at the glass door, looking at him nervously, as if he wanted to stop talking.

Xiao He's eyes were faint: "What's wrong?"

Tang Xin pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Ah He, Dad asked me to ask you, how are things considered?"

What she said was actually announcing her marriage.

Xiao He's eyes were gloomy, and his black eyes seemed to be ancient and waveless, but they inexplicably frightened Tang Xin.

Tang Xin regretted a little that she shouldn't have forced him with her father.

In the eyes of outsiders, the eldest lady of the Tang family is gentle and virtuous, the daughter of a wealthy family, and Xiao He, the illegitimate son of the Xiao family, should be Xiao He Gaopan. But only Tang Xin knows that if you talk about Gao Pan, that person will only be herself. The Tang family has a prominent background, and Tang Yaozong ranks second in the family, but due to his limited ability, he is not valued by Old Man Tang, and he only has a vice president position in the group.

Xiao He entered Yuncheng Group for just three years and jumped to the position of vice president. The same vice president, but the actual power is very different.

The former is virtual, the latter is real.

Tang Xin understood that if it weren't for Xiao He's mother, Xiao He would not have been engaged to her.

She pursed her lips slightly and looked at him timidly with clear eyes, looking nervous, both apprehensive and expectant, which made people feel a little pity.

Xiao He's expression was gentle and slight, and he just wanted to raise his hand to touch her hair, when a soft female voice suddenly sounded beside him.