Song Duhai was sitting on the sofa and was checking the congratulatory gifts given to Murong Feng, he knew that Murong Feng had a hobby of collecting antiques, this time he took a lot of effort to get a genuine handiwork of a famous ancient painter, and was going to give it to Murong Feng.

Song Muze came out of the bathroom and passed by the living room, and Song Duhai stopped him.

"Mu Ze, are you really not going to Young Master Murong's birthday banquet tonight?"

"I've already said it, I'm not going." Song Muze went into his room without looking back.

Song Duhai sighed heavily and shook his head. He originally planned to take this son, who had just returned from studying abroad, to take this opportunity to meet famous people from all walks of life, so as to lay a foundation for the future. He is just this one son, and he will have to rely on him to stick to the country he has laid down in the future, but he doesn't seem to have any interest in business, which makes him a little frustrated. I'm still young, but what about the future?

Song Caiwei was dressed neatly, looking left and right in the mirror, the corners of her mouth curled, and she looked quite satisfied with her dress. She passed by Song Muze's room and knocked on the door to enter.

"Brother, what are you doing again? It smells so big in the room. Song Caiwei pinched her nose and didn't dare to go in, for fear that her beautiful clothes would be dirty.

Song Muze's room is not so much a bedroom as a laboratory. With his head on the head of the chicken nest, glasses and a mask, he looked up from a large pile of bottles and cans and asked, "Something?" ”

"Brother, are you really not going?"

"Don't go. You go and have fun. Song Muze lowered his head again and continued to drip the potion into the test tube.

"I heard that Maxon will perform live. It's a shame you don't go, haven't you always liked Michelson's? Song Caiwei pointed to the countless photos of Maxon posted on the wall.

When Song Muze heard this, he immediately raised his head, took off his mask, and revealed a handsome face.

"Really?" His voice trembled a little.

"Why am I lying to you? I won't tell you, Daddy is waiting for me, I'm leaving. ”

After Song Caiwei left, Song Muze looked at the photo and was stunned for a moment, then immediately got up, opened the wardrobe, and immediately changed clothes and freshened up. Song Duhai and Song Caiwei had already gotten into the car, and when they were about to start, Song Muze slammed the car door and got in.

"Brother, aren't you not going?" Song Caiwei deliberately teased him.

"It's good to go out and breathe, it's quite stuffy at home." Song Muze gasped and said.

After Song Duhai glanced at Song Muze, he lowered his head and fiddled with the computer. Although he didn't know why his son suddenly changed his mind, it was good to be able to take the first step.

Song Muze looked at the street scene flashing outside the window, and his mind was in a fugue. He actually didn't like Mixon, but someone did. That year, they made an appointment to go to a concert with Maxon, but he missed the appointment. Since then, as long as it is a Mixon concert, no matter around the world, he will go to see it, and he hopes that one day, he can meet her at the concert site, although there is little hope, but he does not want to give up.

The number of guests gradually increased, and there were countless luxury cars parked in the parking lot of Murong's house. Everyone was dressed in luxurious dresses and presented precious gifts, and Murong Feng was playing with the best gift he had received so far. There was also a card in the bag that said, "Happy birthday, young master!" This is my birthday present to you, do you look like your turtle son? I'm sorry for its death, so you can treat this puppet as if it were by your side forever! Always smile and laugh."