Powerful gathered!

These four words could not be more appropriate to describe Yang Sirong's eighteenth birthday party.

The people who can be invited to this birthday party are basically well-known figures in Hong Kong's upper class, and most of them come with their families.

This is a great opportunity to show off your wealth.

Yan Murong thought that the gifts given by these people would definitely not be bad - of course, no matter whether they were showing off their wealth or what they did, everyone's purpose was the same, that is, to get in touch with the Yang family. It would be better if there were young men of school-age in the family, and if they could form a family with the Yang family, their development would be smooth sailing in the next few years.

"What did the old guys tell you?" Dong Wuyan handed Yan Murong a glass of champagne and asked softly.

"Old fellow?" Yan Murong smiled. "Your grandfather is up there, and that's what you call your grandfather?"

"Except for my grandfather." Dong Wuyan added.

"Didn't say anything." Yan Murong said with a smile. Naturally, it's better to hide these things first, and others who are suspicious of the province will be suspicious.

Zheng Wuming died, the dead couldn't die anymore, still in front of him, let him watch the bullet penetrate through his head, and moreover, he watched Mie Ozawa lead a group of ninjas to dig a pit and bury the people. More than half a year has passed, and it is estimated that there are only two white bones left under the pile of soil. Unless it was a fraudulent corpse, he couldn't find any other reason to suspect that the person in the photo was Zheng Wuming.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Seeing Yan Murong distracted, Dong Wuyan looked at him with some doubts. "What did my grandfather say to you?"

"It's really nothing." Yan Murong smiled. "I was thinking about some school things. You know, it's time for school to start in a while, and I'm wondering if there's anything else that's not planned. ”

"If you don't say it, forget it." Dong Wuyan pouted, turned around, and pointed to a girl behind her. "Come, let me introduce you, this is tonight's birthday star, Yang Sirong."

Yan Murong was stunned, if it weren't for Dong Wuyan's introduction, he really didn't notice that there was still a person standing behind him.

Yang Sirong, Yang Yue's sister, Yang Zhenxing's youngest daughter, is the protagonist of tonight's banquet.

Yan Murong looked at the girl in front of her.

Yang Sirong is not tall, only about 1.6 meters, but she has a good genetic inheritance, she is very beautiful, her skin is also unusually fair, and she has a kind of delicacy unique to southern beauties. The shawl's long hair is highlighted into burgundy waves, and her face is painted with light makeup, but it is more mature, and there is a difference in her age.

"Giggles." Yang Sirong laughed suddenly, and did not avoid Yan Murong's eyes, pulled Dong Wuyan's arm, and said. "Sister Dong, this man you are looking for always stares at me, you are not jealous."

"Have you ever seen a lover have the right to be jealous?" Dong Wuyan didn't mind revealing his identity at all, and said. "He has a big vinegar jar in his house."

"Ahem-" Yan Murong came back to his senses at this time, and realized that there was something wrong with his behavior just now. She is still a young girl who has just come of age, and her eyes are indeed a little too abrupt.

"Happy birthday." Yan Murong opened his mouth to break the embarrassment, and after thinking for a long time, he could only use these four words.

When these four words were spoken, Yan Murong's face was slightly red. Yes, I'm here to attend someone's birthday party today, and it's an important birthday party like the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, but---in addition to the set of clothes on my body, I only brought my own 100 pounds of meat, and I didn't think of attending someone else's birthday party to give a birthday gift.

"Thank you." Yang Sirong smiled and thanked her, but she didn't mention the gift, which made Yan Murong breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Yan Murong was just about to speak, but was interrupted by an abrupt voice.

"Dong Wuyan?" A slightly surprised man's voice came from behind them, and then a handsome young man in a crisp suit, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, walked briskly towards them.

"It's really you." The man approached, and when he saw Dong Wuyan, his face showed a touch of surprise, and he looked Dong Wuyan up and down for a while before speaking. "As the old saying goes, the eighteenth year of the female college changes, the more you change, the more beautiful you become, wordless, I haven't seen you for a few years, you are really getting more and more beautiful."

So, Yan Murong, who had no friends for the time being, was also stunned.

Who is Dong Wuyan? She is the eldest sister in Hong Kong. Before she surrendered to Dong Wuyan, the demon, she was the master who walked sideways every day, and her reputation in Hong Kong was similar to Yan Minghua's name in Yanjing, and she belonged to the kind of outliers that men should not approach-but, what did this guy who suddenly appeared for? I don't know whether I'm alive or dead.

"Speechless, you don't know me anymore?" The man frowned when he saw Dong Wuyan, thinking that she had forgotten herself, and hurriedly said. "I'm Ye Lanjun. Do you remember that when I was in college in the island country, we were classmates, and I chased you for a long time at that time, but you didn't agree. Later, you dropped out of school suddenly, I also went to the United States after graduation, and recently my father came to Hong Kong to develop, and I came back with me, I really didn't expect to see you here. ”

Americans are just open, and they really say everything so directly. Yan Murong thought to himself, this guy is Dong Wuyan's classmate, no wonder he doesn't remember that there is such a number one person in Hong Kong.

"I know who you are." Dong Wuyan said lightly.

"Huh? Do you remember me? I thought you forgot. The smile on Ye Lanjun's face became even brighter, and he looked at Dong Wuyan and asked. Give me your phone number and have time to come out for a meal. ”

Note that this guy is not using interrogative sentences, but declarative sentences. In other words, he didn't think about whether Dong Wuyan would refuse at all.

This is a rival in love, Yan Murong defined Ye Lanjun.

"Okay, I thank you for our family, I'll accompany her when I have time." Yan Murong walked over with a smile on his face and said. "My phone number is—"

"Who are you?" When Ye Lanjun saw Yan Murong, the expression on his face suddenly froze, and he interrupted without waiting for Yan Murong to finish speaking. "I don't seem to know you, do I?"

"Huh? You don't even know who I am? Yan Murong looked surprised. It was as if the president of the United States was giving a speech on television, and the audience in front of the TV didn't know who he was.

"I'm sorry, I'm not impressed." Ye Lanjun looked at Yan Murong for a long time, and found that he didn't know the other party, so he said. "You might have mistaken someone, right?"

"No way, there's no reason you shouldn't know about me." Yan Murong shook his head in a firm tone, pointed at Dong Wuyan, and said. "I'm her childhood sweetheart's little friend, what's the matter? Didn't she tell you when you were in school? ”