"Why are you here?" Wen Jinmo raised his eyebrows, his expression a little dark.

"Why can't I come?" Xia Weiliang felt a little ridiculous, in his heart, it seemed that she shouldn't come on this occasion? So what is she in his heart?

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but swallowed it anyway.

The warm yellow light shone obliquely on her body, and the flying dust faintly highlighted her clear outline, and she could see a sarcastic smile on her delicate little face.

"If Mr. Wen is fine, I'll ...... first"

"It's cool in the summer." He suddenly burst out, "I don't want to see you here. ”

"Wen Jinmo, let me tell you, don't be too self-righteous, I came here as the vice president of Huabang, not as a ......" Speaking of this, she paused slightly, and then said: "Don't think that if I marry you, my life should revolve around you everywhere." ”

With that, she turned and disappeared into the night.

And he stood stiffly in place.

"Jinmo, why do you bother." Wen Tingyan saw Xia Weiliang leaving, so he walked out from the side.

"Did you hear it all?" A light voice came out, but faintly, Wen Tingyan still heard a trace of tiredness and helplessness.

"Almost, but you didn't have to say anything like that."

"You don't understand." Leaving these three stiff words, he also turned and left in the direction she had just been.

Wen Tingyan pondered in place for a while, seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled.

Entering the hall, Xia Weiliang found Xia Yu sitting in the corner, there was a woman sitting beside him, she looked delicate, and she looked very comfortable, the two seemed to be chatting about something, and they were happy.

She didn't go over, but found a quiet spot and sat down.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked up to her, bent down, and said respectfully to her: "Miss Xia, our master is looking for you." ”

"Who is your master?" Xia Weiliang didn't understand very well, she didn't seem to have seen this person, right?

"The host of the birthday feast. Come with me. ”

When Xia Weiliang heard this, he suddenly remembered the lesson of the previous two days, so he smiled at him gently: "I still have some things now, and I may not be able to go." ”

"But our lord asked me to take you to him." The man's face was stained with embarrassment.

When he was hesitating, Wen Jinmo suddenly walked over and shouted: Uncle Zhang.

"Young Master." As soon as the man saw him, he immediately exited.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Jinmo's eyes tightened, but only for a moment.

"The master asked me to call Miss Xia to come over." Uncle Zhang replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Do you know why?" Wen Jinmo's brows furrowed, he couldn't figure it out, what was Grandpa going to do with her now?

"The master didn't say anything."

"Alright, I'll be with her." After Wen Jinmo finished speaking, he walked straight to Xia Weiliang and stretched out his hand to pull her up.

"You go back first." Wen Jinmo gave him an order, and Uncle Zhang nodded and left.

"Wen Jinmo, what are you going to do?" Xia Weiliang was a little angry, didn't she just say that she didn't want to see her here?

"I'll go with you." His voice was flat and flat, making it difficult to hear emotions.

Xia Weiliang frowned, she didn't say anything, she wanted to see what he wanted to do.

Passing through a long corridor, there is a garden behind it, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and the ancient charm is long. It is very contrary to the modern style of this hall.

Along the way, both of them were silent.

After crossing the small bridge, Xia Weiliang clearly saw that on a pavilion in the distance, there was an old man wearing a white Tang suit, on which the patterns of various flowers, birds, fish and insects were outlined with silver threads.

And he had a cane in his hand, and he just sat there, blending in with the scenery around him.