Chapter 9: The Feast of the Hung Gate

Ren Jia and Mu Han didn't arrive early, and there were already many people sitting in the hall.

Pavilions and pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, surrounded by Chinese decoration, the courtyard is the scenery of the garden, strange rockeries, birds and flowers, just walk on the cobblestone path to let Ren Jia wait, no time to watch.

It's too difficult, Ren Jia's high heels and pebbles don't give in to each other, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and one foot is not sure which step on the smooth cobblestones, and before she reaches the hall, her retreat has been played countless times.

Unexpectedly, before the demons and monsters played, she Ren Jia was dismounted by the pebbles at the door, and unfortunately lost.

The slow speed finally exhausted Mu Han's patience, and he carried Ren Jia a few steps across the cobblestone path, and then put her down without any pity.

Ren Jiaxin wanted that if he didn't care about face, he could throw her to the ground. This man's temper is bad enough.

"Thank you." Ren Jia finally crossed the first hurdle tonight with the help of Mu Han.

"Trouble." It can be regarded as a little response from Mu Han.

Ren Jia slandered in his heart, and he was embarrassed to trouble me, if it weren't for you, the living king of Hades, I would be looking for guilt here.

If you don't look at Mu Han's expression, in the eyes of outsiders, you will only feel that Mu Han is reluctant to be a woman, considerate and careful, and the talented woman is extraordinarily good-looking.

Before you even reach the hall, you can hear the noise coming from inside.

The hall is even more old-fashioned Chinese decoration, heavy wooden furniture, and a long ink painting hanging in the center, like a very ancient high-class door, of course, the threshold for entering the door is also extremely high.

As soon as Mu Han and the others stepped on the threshold, the hall was quiet, and there was no bustle.

The gaze cast at them is disdainful, fearful, stammering, and indifferent.

There are also those who look at Ren Jia, some from men's appreciation and playfulness, and some from women's envy and jealousy.

You must know that Mu Han never brings women around him, Mu Han is young and promising in the gang, and he has an overwhelming attraction compared to those uncle-level characters.

The most important thing that Ren Jia should not ignore is the scrutiny from the Lord's throne.

Ren Jia bravely looked back at the other party, the other party's hair was black and shiny, and his skin was well maintained, but he had a few imperceptible age spots, his eyes were bright and bright, and he was the kind of uncle who was still charming.

The other party turned the jade wrench in his hand, and glanced at Mu Han again before retracting his gaze, the meaning was unknown.

Intuition tells Ren Jia that he doesn't like her.

"Old Zhao." Mu Han was neither humble nor arrogant, and did not open his mouth to explain.

"Old Zhao." There is no need to ask, Ren Jia followed Mu Han and called someone.

Today's situation is not simple at first glance, there are not many people present with female companions, Mu Han can bring her over, which proves that the role she wants to play is not low in status, so she naturally has to be generous and decent.

"Mu Han is also here, let's go to the back hall to eat." Zhao Lao didn't look at Ren Jia again during the whole process.

The back hall is decorated with a vibrant atmosphere, with tall bonsai plants in the corner, a solid wood round table in the center, and a large vase more than one meter high in each of the four corners of the room.

Mu Han sat next to Zhao Lao, Ren Jia sat next to Mu Han, and the table was full of appetizers.

"Old Zhao, this is what you gave Mu Han?" Those who have good deeds speak.

"I nagged the year before last, and there was no woman around Mu Han, I was also 70 years old, and I don't know how many more 10 years there will be." Zhao Lao paused and looked at Ren Jia, and changed his words, "I did give him a good match, but I didn't expect him to bring me back such one." "The word "thing" was not spoken.

Ren Jia thought to himself, no wonder he called him Zhao Lao, it turned out that they were all grandfathers. However, this man is really not merciless in his words.

"I think it looks chic, but it's not like us."

"Maybe this young lady has some faults, people, people, and places."

"I haven't seen Mu Han with a woman for so many years, will this be serious?"

"Mu Han is so blessed, Zhao Lao personally checked it for you, and you actually pushed it."

A few people are yin and yang, you say a word to me.

"Mu Han is different now." A meaningful sentence directly changed the atmosphere on the table.