Murong Wen's beautiful eyes that were as clear as water darkened, and he sighed and said, "Today is indeed Uncle Qin's sixtieth birthday, but since Brother Jun is unconscious, how can he be in the mood to do it?" Dismissed relatives and friends. Today, only the people of our Murong family will accompany him for his birthday. ”

The Qin family and the Murong family, the two families have always shared weal and woe, and the relationship between the lips and the teeth is cold. Although today is Qin Haoran's 60th birthday, Wen Jun, the prospective son-in-law of the Murong family, was injured by the old thing of Yan Yuantao in order to help "Qin Wumen" find out the news, and now he is still lying in the "Famen Temple", life and death are at a loss. Qin Haoran couldn't bear to hold a special birthday banquet in his heart?

The people of the Murong family accompanied Qin Haoran for his birthday? When I went to ask Murong Wenrou to simulate the portrait today, Murong Wenyao invited me to Qin Haoran's birthday banquet, what does this mean? Do you also regard me as a member of the Murong family? After Zhou Xiaolei was stunned for a moment, she seemed to think of something in her heart, and then a trace of shyness permeated that pretty peach blossom-like face.

"That's it, no wonder it's deserted." Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose and smiled bitterly, "Just because of me, the original lively birthday was canceled." ”

Murong showed a gentle and pretty face, revealing a smile that was even brighter than Qiu Yang: "However, if Uncle Qin sees Brother Jun walking in alive after a while, I don't know how happy he will be?" ”

"Xiaojun, if you are verbose, the daylily will be cold." Zhou Xiaolei's big watery eyes rolled towards Wen Jun, then took Murong's gentle hand and said with a smile, "Sister Wenwen, let's go in." ”

Murong Wenyao knew that Zhou Xiaolei liked Wen Jun and wanted to treat her as her own family, did it mean that she recognized the relationship between Zhou Xiaolei and Wen Jun? In this regard, how could Zhou Xiaolei not be ecstatic?

As the saying goes, "People respect me for a foot, and I respect people for a foot." Zhou Xiaolei was originally a woman who loved and hated clearly, since Murong Wenrou generously gave her half of Wen Jun, how could she not "give her a peach and repay her with a li"?

Zhou Xiaolei smiled secretly, hehe, these two good sisters with Murong Wenrou are probably made up in this life!

In the center of the lobby of "Qin Wumen", there is a table of eight immortals, which is already full of all kinds of delicacies, and it is steaming outside, and the aroma fills the entire hall.

Qin Haoran and Xiao Wenhan sat at both ends of the coffee table, the two were fighting against each other in the "Han Realm Chu River", Qin He and Murong Pei stood beside their respective fathers, silently watching the pawns and soldiers on the chessboard.

Du Yueji, Qin Xue'er, mother and daughter, accompanied Murong Wenyao to chat. Murong Wenyao replied without a word, and her deep eyes glanced at the gate from time to time. Obviously, her mind was a little distracted.

Seeing it in her eyes, Qin Xue'er couldn't help but purse her lips and asked, "Aunt Murong, what are you looking at?" ”

Murong Wenyao smiled and scolded: "Where are these two girls crazy, why haven't they come yet?" ”

Qin Xue'er blinked her autumn-like eyes and asked curiously, "Two girls?" Aunt Murong, who else is there besides the gentle sister? ”

Murong Wenyao said, "Who else could there be?" You Sister Xiaolei. The tone was so natural, and I didn't feel a little embarrassed at all.

"Giggle...... Auntie, aren't we here? A charming, feminine voice came from outside the lobby. Zhou Xiaolei and Murong Gentle held hands and walked in like sisters.

Murong Wenyao looked at it with a voice, and the first thing he saw was two pretty faces with different charms, one was as bright as a peach blossom, full of smiles; A pure as jasmine, skin is better than snow. It's really "Chunlan and Autumn Chrysanthemum, each with its own victory." ”

Well, why is there a figure behind them? Murong Wenyao's deep gaze passed through the gap between Zhou Xiaolei and Murong Gentle's bodies, and saw a smiling face that was fascinated by death, and those charming peach blossom eyes were blooming with burning tears!

Isn't this the horse I think about day and night? Murong Wenyao stood up suddenly, his deep and wise eyes became moist, his lips trembled slightly, and a trilling sound came out from deep in his throat: "Jun...... Jun'er! ”

"Master, it's me." At this moment, Wen Jun's eyes had been covered by a hazy rain and mist, although he tried his best to hide it, not wanting to make himself look like a girl.

"Jun'er!" Murong Wenyao shouted, and hurriedly rushed over, crossed Zhou Xiaolei and Murong's gentle bodies, stood in front of Wen Jun, and opened his warm chest.

"Division...... Master! Woo woo......" Wen Jun threw himself into Murong Wenyao's arms, put his arms around her neck, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly. He could pretend to be strong in front of women such as Zhou Xiaolei and Murong Wenrou, but in the face of Murong Wenyao, an elder, he suddenly felt that he was so weak.

Qin Haoran, Xiao Wenhan and others, who were playing chess, couldn't help but raise their heads when they heard the movement here.

When he saw Wen Jun's familiar face, Qin Haoran jumped up excitedly, and in a hurry, he overturned the chessboard, and the chess pieces rolled to the ground with a "bang".

He roared excitedly: "Xiaojun! Then she walked over to him.

Murong Pei and Qin He were stunned for a while! Stay like a chicken!

"Uncle Qin!" Wen Jun let go of Murong Wenyao's neck and hugged Qin Haoran tightly, his eyes were full of tears, and he said incoherently, "Right...... I'm sorry, let everyone take care of me...... Worried. ”

"Good boy, what a blessing!" Qin Haoran patted Wen Jun on the back and said.

"Second brother!"

"Little brother!"

Qin He and Murong Pei woke up from their dementia and walked towards him with their respective calls.

"Big brother, second brother!" Wen Jun shouted, and the three of them hugged each other to their heart's content.

"Haha......" Qin Haoran laughed, his mood that had been suppressed for many days was finally able to raise his eyebrows and exhale his breath, and a kind of pride was born in his heart, "Today is really a good day!" ”

Xiao Wenhan smiled: "Yes, it is indeed a good day!" ”

"Yes, yes. Be sure to have a drink today! Qin Haoran pulled Wen Jun to the table of the Eight Immortals, forcibly pressed him to the seat of the upper seat, and said with a smile, "Xiaojun, you are the only one in this seat today." ”

Wen Jun traveled from that era thousands of years ago, how could he not understand these old customs? There are Qin Haoran, Xiao Wenhan, downstream Shiniang, Du Yueji, how dare he sit on the upper seat without authorization?

As if he had a needle stuck in his buttocks, he quickly stood up, and begged for mercy as he walked out: "Uncle Qin, you can do well, spare me." ”

"No, Xiaojun, I have to sit here today." Qin Haoran pulled his shirt and didn't follow the way.

"Master, I'm ......" Wen Jun saw that he couldn't resist him, and hurriedly asked Murong Wenyao for help.

Murong Wenyao pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Senior brother, forget it, don't embarrass Jun'er, young people are not used to those old-fashioned etiquette." ”

Hearing Murong Wenyao say this, Wen Jun was stubborn again, and Qin Haoran gave up, but still pulled him next to him and sat down.