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"Stupid woman!" Qin Xiaoya almost crushed the wine glass in her hand, gritting her teeth and glaring at Xue Bing's delicate and perfect face in the center of the hall.

"Hello Mr. Da Qin!" The sound of the doorway was heard.

Qin Xiaoya walked two steps quickly to Xue Bing's side, stretched out her elbow and bumped her: "Your Uncle Qin is here." Xue Bing was stunned for a moment, retracted his gaze, and blushed slightly towards the door.

"Hahaha...... Bingbing. Uncle Qin laughed and stretched out an arm to wrap his arms around his little wife Xue Bing, bowing his head and kissing her cheek. Xue Bing's body stiffened and lowered his head. Uncle Qin was just shy, and laughed again. Qin Xiaoya stood silently behind Xue Bing, staring helplessly at her lowered head, strands of jet-black hair hanging gracefully on her white jade-like neck. Xue Bing was shy, ashamed to face that man in this situation, the man who stood beside Uncle Qin with a spring breeze on his face but a cold temperament - Uncle Qin's half-brother.

Qin Xiaoya looked at the man indifferently, with a long and well-proportioned figure, deep and three-dimensional facial features, it is undeniable that he has the capital to fascinate women. At this time, every muscle on his face was clearly smiling, but the smile never reached the bottom of his eyes, what kind of eyes was that, deep? Cold? Shadow owl? She couldn't see through it now, and her heart was cold, and she couldn't think of how to face him except to ignore him indifferently.

She suddenly wanted to sigh, but suddenly woke up and mocked herself fiercely, in this circle, no one has the time and right to sigh, everyone is desperately trying to survive. After all, if you're dead, you're not a fart. Qin Xiaoya sometimes despises her vulgarity, if eight years ago, she might have been able to write and art, but when she died, she turned into a speck of dust, and no one would think of you again, because no one would be willing to turn over this dust and choke herself with ashes. And now, for death, she can only think of the word fart, sometimes she feels that death is not even as good as a fart, the fart still smells, but when she is dead, she can't even smell the smell, and no one knows where the ashes will float to. Therefore, in the past eight years, she has also tried her best to survive.

"Qin Miao, good brother!" Uncle Qin patted Qin Miao's shoulder affectionately, and he also hugged him enthusiastically. The eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling glanced at Xue Bing faintly from behind Uncle Qin's shoulder, just a glance, Xue Bing's slightly raised head and lowered it again. He smiled deeply, the corners of his mouth rose, he raised his head from the old man's shoulder, and walked towards the center of the hall with Uncle Qin's shoulder.

Uncle Qin's name is Qin Yan, and he is known as Mr. Da Qin. Uncle Qin is actually not old, but also very young, today, is his forty birthday. To tell the truth, he and Xue Bing can also be called talented men and women, and the people of the Qin family are born with an excellent skin, although he exudes a rough domineering spirit all over his body, but it does not weaken his demeanor at all. Just like some nouveau riche, even if he is wearing a suit and tie, sitting in a five-star hotel and straightening up, listening to the violin, and eating Western food, as long as his eyes occasionally flicker or accidentally reveal some details of his life, he can no longer hide the fact that he is an upstart, and he, Uncle Qin, even if he is wearing big pants, pulling flip-flops, sitting on the street stall, chewing mutton skewers in his mouth, is still a nobleman, this may be the legendary aura.

Few people can dominate one side like him. The Qin family's business is right or wrong, no one can tell whether he is a black or a white road, but every year, the outstanding young entrepreneurs and the top ten young business talents with the most potential have his Uncle Qin's face. And his Uncle Qin's treasury still has a bunch of small meanings that this gang sends to him every year, just the few dusty night pearls in the corner, he Uncle Qin doesn't need to turn on the lights when he enters the warehouse to walk the dog. It's a pity that the thousand-year-old ginseng of Changbai Mountain was soaked in dog urine by his uncle's dog cub to bubble mold, and it was the one who seriously injured several brothers before snatching it back and contributing it to his old man's health. After that, when Qin Xiaoya saw his Uncle Qin's dog again, the corners of her mouth cramped. No matter how much he says that Uncle Qin is bad at money and rough shopping, he has to admit that he is indeed a character.

Now the birthday cake of more than one meter high in the center of the golden hall rises from the ground, it is a giant cake made into a realistic and luxurious castle, the chassis is one meter long and wide, a total of three layers, the balcony window lattices on all sides are delicate and exquisite, even a thin layer of white gauze curtains are faintly visible, the most amazing thing is that the roof is a huge swimming pool, but there is a lack of beautiful and sexy bikini goddess inside, a small boat floats leisurely, there is a cradle swing on the boat, and a pair of men and women snuggle affectionately inside, Bright fireworks bloom in the sky, happy birthday. I don't know who came up with such a bad idea, anyway, it closed Uncle Qin's eyes, and Uncle Qin didn't close his mouth with a smile today. Blowing out the candle, Qin Yan put his arm around Xue Bing's waist and raised a glass with Qin Miao to toast to the guests at the scene, and Qin Xiaoya handed Xue Bing a glass of juice. Husband and wife are harmonious, brothers, friends and brothers, the Qin family is indeed an indestructible barrier to outsiders, but Qin Xiaoya knows that this barrier has actually collapsed eight years ago, and it has collapsed into ruins along with the cold man's clear eyes.

The banquet continued, and the fragrance of clothes and sideburns, and drunkenness had always been his Uncle Qin's good way of life, and Qin Xiaoya quietly withdrew from the hall. The faint fragrance is faintly floating in the night breeze, it is osmanthus! Qin Xiaoya's silent eyes suddenly lit up like sparks in the night, and after a while, they went out again. This garden, she is very familiar with, except for the French plane trees in the garden, there are no other big trees at all. Ten miles of osmanthus fragrance, it is the season of osmanthus blooming again, no matter where it comes from, this faint floral fragrance always makes people unconsciously want to miss and fantasize. Qin Xiaoya still remembered the season of fragrant osmanthus eight years ago, when she raised her face with teary eyes, his bright and sunny face appeared in front of her, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled warmly at her, and gently pulled a small osmanthus flower from her hair, the golden four-petaled small flower stood on his white and delicate fingertips, his eyes were dark and clear, like a quiet autumn water, and like a shining star in the night, she suddenly forgot to breathe. He said that his name is Qin Miao, and the three waters are Miao, and the water is abundant and soft. At that time, she was ten years old and he was sixteen, but just that glance, she remembered it for the rest of her life.

Qin Xiaoya stood in the shadow of the French sycamore, and there were bursts of laughter in the hall, she turned her head, and the cold man turned his back to Qin Yan and smiled lightly at Xue Bing. Qin Xiaoya became extremely irritable, and the cup of Volga in her hand was poured into her mouth, she rarely drank such hot wine, but only the stimulation of the senses could make her live in reality. The wine was so strong that it burned down her throat like a fire, and she suddenly sobered up.