Old Man Shen walked in on crutches, with white hair and silver light, and his spirit was strong.

Behind the old man was Shen Jingxi, who was in a wheelchair.

Seeing Old Man Shen, Ye Shaojin hurriedly got up to say hello, and then exchanged a few words with Shen Jingxi before leaving the private room.

Shen Jingxi sat in a wheelchair, looked up at Shen Jingnian, called "Third Brother", and said no more.

Shen Jingnian only responded lightly, obviously not meaning to continue talking with him.

Shen Jingxi and his mother Bai Rong came to the Shen family for less than half a year, and Shen Jingnian was sent to the United States, and the two did not meet again until they returned to China this time.

Calculated carefully, the "brothers" have been together for less than a year, they are simply strangers, how can they have a common topic?

Old Man Shen sat down on the sofa, and the assistant handed over tea.

Shen Jingxi obediently took the teacup and handed it to Old Man Shen, saying, "Grandpa, drink tea." ”

Old Man Shen took the teacup and took a sip, then looked up at the window, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

It can be seen that the guests tonight are all young people, and most of them are girls.

Those girls are all carefully dressed, but they can still distinguish beauty and ugliness at a glance.

Old Man Shen obviously also saw Fu Zhiwei surrounded by everyone, and turned his head to ask the assistant behind him, "Xiao Song, who is the girl in the red dress?"

Although Fu Zhiwei is a well-known beauty in Haicheng, the old man rarely pays attention to gossip and naturally doesn't know her.

Song Zhe glanced at Shen Jingxi without a trace, and then leaned over and whispered something in Old Man Shen's ear, Old Man Shen listened quietly, and his face gradually sank.

Old Man Shen picked up the teacup again, and after drinking a cup of tea, he turned his head and asked Shen Jingxi, "How is it?"

Shen Jingxi's gaze fell uncontrollably on Fu Zhiwei.

Old Man Shen followed his line of sight, and his face suddenly sank a little, "That woman can't!"

Shen Jingxi suddenly retracted his gaze, turned his head and smiled at Old Man Shen, "Grandpa, don't worry, I know." ”

Master Shen wrinkled his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe it.

Shen Jingxi was busy and smiled, "Grandpa, I like Miss Fu." But that kind of woman is only worthy of being played, and I'm not so confused as to marry her home. ”

Only then did Old Man Shen put his mind at ease, glared at him, and snorted twice, "If you had been sensible earlier, you wouldn't have become what you are now!"

Although the tone was a little harsh, it revealed a kind of spoiling hatred that iron could not become steel.

When the grandfather and grandson were talking, Shen Jingnian had been standing quietly by the window like that, and his posture had not even changed, but the cigarette between his fingers had burned out.

After chatting about Shen Jingxi, Old Man Shen motioned to Song Zhe to call Shen Jingnian over.

"Grandpa, what do you command?"

"Why did you hide upstairs and not go down to show your face?" Old Man Shen wrinkled his eyebrows, "Your Uncle Han is also here, you go down to say hello, and meet Miss Han by the way." ”

Shen Jingnian answered, and then turned around and went downstairs.

He has a weak temperament and doesn't like this kind of occasion very much, so he hasn't shown up since the banquet began.

However, the people in Haicheng thought that this was a "concubine selection banquet" held for Shen Jingnian, and the girls were looking forward to it, just waiting to see this legendary Shen Sangongzi.

Therefore, when Shen Jingnian's long figure appeared on the stairs, it immediately attracted a lot of attention.

His demeanor is calm, his eyes are deep, and although the whole person feels colder, he has a noble and cold temperament in his gestures.

Seeing such a graceful man, the girls' eyes lit up uncontrollably.

And Shen Jingnian just responded lightly to everyone's greetings, although there was some smile, but it was not up to the bottom of the eye.

Fu Zhiwei sat there quietly, his eyes following Shen Jingnian's figure, and from time to time he lowered his head and sipped the wine in the cup, feeling relaxed.