Outside the Welcome Pavilion, in addition to Chen Xian's mother and son standing outside the main entrance and several other Mo family members, a large number of guests gathered around to celebrate their birthdays, and they stood in groups of three or five, looking forward to the front.

Shen Muqing's arrival was like a bombshell, exploding in the calm water, she came very suddenly, and neither Mo Wunan received any news. Because of the Yanjing Shen family, for them, it was an unattainable existence.

Shen Muqing's arrival represents the Shen family, which is a supreme honor for Mo Wunan and the Mo family.

At this time, Mo Lao, who was wearing a dark brown horse coat, Tang suit pants and black cloth shoes, hurriedly walked over. He had been resting in the attic where he lived, and many guests outside wanted to come in to visit, but he politely refused.

Some people sighed that they couldn't talk to the old man alone when they arrived at the Mo family, which was quite regrettable. At this time, Mo Lao came out in person, his face looked very hurried, and he was excited.

Mo Wunan walked up to Chen Xian, glanced at several children and grandchildren, Mo Ziyun and others, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Shen has already arrived at the parking apron, you guys go with me to greet you." ”

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help but widen their eyes, and Mo Lao personally took the whole family to the parking apron to greet him? However, when they thought of Shen Muqing's identity, everyone was relieved.

Wen Chaolong, who was standing on the side, saw Mo Lao hurriedly walking towards the front with a group of people, he glanced around, and saw that his father had not yet arrived, so he hurriedly followed towards the front, he had never seen Shen Muqing, and he wanted to open his eyes today.

On the parking apron, Shen Muqing was wearing a light cyan one-shoulder lace skirt, long black hair falling vertically, half-exposed fragrant shoulders, sexy and prominent collarbones, beautiful eyes and nose slightly painted gouache, sexy lips slightly raised with a light smile. Elegant and dignified, there is a very comfortable affinity all over the body.

Behind Shen Muqing stood an assistant with glasses, she was also wearing casual clothes today, carrying two exquisite gift boxes in her hands.

The two arrived here, but they didn't go in, they were waiting for the people of the Mo family to greet them, this is the "rule"

Soon, Mo Wunan led a group of people to walk quickly towards this side, and before he got close, Mo Wunan stretched out his hands to greet Shen Muqing, and said with a smile: "Miss Shen, I haven't seen you for many years, but I'm getting more and more beautiful." Your sudden visit has frightened my old bones. ”

"Mo Lao, today is your birthday, and my father specially wants me to give you a birthday." Shen Muqing smiled lightly and shook hands with Mo Lao.

Mo Wu Nan's eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise: "Really, is it true that your father asked you to come?" ”

"Nature."

"Haha, that's really flattering, flattering. Come on, Miss Shen, please come inside. Mo Wunan said, and hurriedly turned around and made a gesture of please.

Mo Ziming and Long Jiahao, who were standing next to them, were shocked, and secretly sighed in their hearts that this Bei Muqing was really better than seeing it, but they didn't expect the real person to be so beautiful and moving, with a dignified temperament.

Long Jiahao quietly compared Mo Ziyun and Shen Muqing, the beauty of the two was comparable, but in terms of temperament, Shen Muqing was still slightly better.

Mo Ziyun's coldness is external, although Shen Muqing always has a smile on her face, she will have a momentum that rejects people thousands of miles away, that is the momentum of the real wealthy family!

This kind of momentum can arouse the desire of all men to conquer, but it is prohibitive, even if it is a boy like Long Jiahao.

Shen Muqing walked slowly towards the Welcome Pavilion like the stars holding the moon, greeted by the Mo family.

Outside the door of the Welcome Pavilion, many guests saw Shen Muqing's arrival, but they just stood on the sidelines and watched, bowing their heads and whispering a few words to the people around them from time to time, with admiration or reverence in their eyes.

The banquet hall on the third floor has been cleaned up, and five large round tables are placed in the spacious hall, with flowers, all kinds of fruits and drinks.

After Shen Muqing and Mo Wunan went up to the third floor, they entered a small private room inside, and only Mo Wunan and Shen Muqing and her assistant entered.

As soon as they reached the upper floor, a tall middle-aged man wearing a light blue T-shirt and holding a Gucci handbag walked in from the elevator.

This man has a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a momentum of not being angry and arrogant. His name is Long Qinghuai, he is Long Jiahao's father, and he is also the head of the famous Long family in the three provinces south of the Yangtze River.

Seeing Long Qinghuai appear, the eyes of the people around him lit up, and a few people who knew him hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

Long Qinghuai smiled and said hello to the people around him, looking a little perfunctory, and his eyes quickly looked for something in the crowd. Soon, Long Jiahao walked quickly towards this side.

"Father, someone from the Shen family in Yanjing is here." Long Jiahao walked up to him and immediately said about it.

Long Qinghuai was stunned for a moment, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The Shen family actually came to congratulate Mo Lao on his birthday, which shows that Mo Lao still has a little weight in their hearts, I am right, son, this matter between you and Ziyun can not be delayed any longer, it will change later, let's go, let's go see Mo Lao." ”

Hearing this, Long Jiahao showed a trace of excitement on his face, and immediately followed his father towards the small private room in front.

Long Qinghuai's father and son arrived at the door of the small private room but couldn't get in, because Shen Muqing was still chatting with Mo Lao inside.

In the private room, Shen Muqing took a sip of a cup of hot tea, looked up at Mo Wu Nan and smiled: "Mo Lao, today is your birthday, there are more guests, I won't delay your time, they all say that Mo Lao's garden is a paradise, I will go outside for a turn." ”

Mo Wunan hurriedly got up and said with a smile: "That's all their praise, I'm a nursing home here, if Miss Shen likes it, she can come over and play at any time." After all, you and my Ziyun and Zi Ming are the same age, so they should have a common topic. ”

Mo Lao walked in front and opened the door, and then shouted to Mo Ziming who was standing at the door, "Ziming, you take Miss Shen around. ”

Mo Ziming, who was standing on the side, hurriedly walked over to this side, nodded slightly at Shen Muqing, and said with a gentlemanly smile: "Miss Shen, it's better to see than to hear, your beauty is really captivating." ”

"You're welcome." Shen Muqing naturally knew why Mo Lao wanted Mo Ziming to take him around, and if he didn't say anything, he would just be perfunctory.

As soon as Shen Muqing and Mo Ziming left, Long Qinghuai on the side walked into the private room with Long Jiahao.

Shen Muqing's visit is a signal, which shows that Mo Lao still has some influence at a certain level. Between wealthy families, marriage is the norm, but there must be a greater interest relationship behind the marriage.

Because there was still an hour before the time to eat, Mo Ziming tried his best to show his most calm and confident, but not losing his gentlemanly side, and led Shen Muqing downstairs in front, while walking towards the garden inside, while introducing the historical beauty of Yangzhou.

Shen Muqing walked slowly into the garden with Mo Ziming, the fragrance of osmanthus lingering in the air, the shade and breeze under the tree, and the weeping willows dancing in the wind by the pond not far away, the scenery in front of them couldn't help but make people feel comfortable.

At this moment, Shen Muqing saw the man who was fishing with a fishing rod in his hand next to the pavilion by the pond, she saw Ye Hao's side face, her delicate body trembled, and a complicated look shot out of her eyes.

Ye Hao? How did he end up here?