Han Shitian was in a good mood today, in good spirits, and his face was full of red light. At this time, he was sitting on a large mahogany chair, and the servants were kneeling beside him to sort out his clothes, and Han Wenbo stepped forward and carefully arranged his father's collar.

Han Shitian seemed to be very pleased with his son's thoughtfulness-

"Today's birthday party, first, I hope you will reappear in front of the public, and secondly, today's people are all famous Shuyuan who I am satisfied with, you see if there is a suitable object, you should also find a mother for Chenhao."

"Father, you're bothered." Han Wenbo said.

"Sir, sir, the time has come." The housekeeper Fu Bo walked in, bowed slightly to Han Shitian's father and son, and said.

"Hmm." Han Shitian stood up on crutches and asked, "Has the young master arrived?" ”

"I've arrived, and I'm in the banquet hall with the little master."

"Okay, let's go."

Han Wenbo stepped forward to hold Han Shitian's hand, and walked to the hall where the birthday banquet was held, surrounded by bodyguards and secretaries.

When his figure appeared in front of everyone, there was immediately a lot of commotion in the hall, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on this legendary aristocratic son.

Although he has faded out of the public eye for several years, the name Han Wenbo has never disappeared, and people still talk about his break with the Han family back then.

The corners of his lips are perfectly curved, and he smiles at all times. This smile, gentle and free, is like the warm sun of winter. He is elegant and restrained, wearing a decent black suit, exuding an elegant and restrained temperament, and a black and gold shining ring on his hand shows extraordinary luxury.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and the years have not left the slightest mark on this man's face, he has only become more of a mature man's low-key charm. Although he has an eight-year-old son by his side, he has still become the ideal husband candidate in the minds of countless famous Shuyuan.

Han Jifeng took Han Chenhao's hand and walked in front of him together, he was wearing a white haute couture suit today, exuding a faint and indifferent atmosphere, his unruly eyes inadvertently exuded a light that people dare not underestimate, and under the high bridge of his nose were two thin lips with pride.

"Happy birthday, uncle." He opened his arms and hugged Han Wenbo in a man's room.

"Thank you, Ji Feng." Han Wenbo patted him on the back.

Although the two are related to an uncle and nephew, they look like brothers.

"Happy birthday, Dad." Han Chenhao stepped forward, hugged his father's neck, and kissed one.

"Thank you, dear." Han Wenbo looked at his son very dotingly.

The men of this family, no matter how big or small, are all dragons and phoenixes among people, standing together, as if they occupy all the male colors in the world.

The birthday party officially began, and the guests who were invited to come came forward in turn to toast Han Wenbo to congratulate him.

Han Jifeng's deep eyes seemed to be a little absent-minded, holding a wine glass in one hand, while glancing at the door of the banquet hall from time to time.

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Ling Tongyu looked up at the huge luxury cruise ship in front of him, the cruise ship was brightly lit, the passage was guarded by special bodyguards, and everyone who went up to the cruise ship to participate in Han Wenbo's birthday banquet had to go through many inspections before entering, and from a distance, he could see those upper-class ladies dressed in fine clothes, elegantly holding wine glasses.

She was wearing her ordinary clothes, holding a birthday party invitation card with Han Wenbo's autograph in her hand, and a paper bag in her hand, which contained the birthday gift she had prepared for Han Wenbo.

She hesitated to go to the banquet now, it was a world too far away from her.

Luxurious clothes, fine wine, wealthy ......

"What is your birthday present for Han Wenbo?" Two women in haute couture dresses walked past her as they stepped out of the luxury car, discussing as they went.

"Oh, his gift is so hard to choose, I went to England a month ago, through my grandfather's connections, to attend a party hosted by the British royal family, Prince Charles gave me a set of silver utensils, with Queen Elizabeth's finger print on it, I took this out as a gift."

"God, I lost by you!" Another woman cried out in frustration.

"Really?! So what are you sending? ”

"I heard that he likes to play Go, so I asked my dad to build a set of chess pieces and chessboards made of gold."

"That's not bad."

The two of them crossed to the entrance of the cruise ship, handed over the invitation card, and after the bodyguard checked it, they were specially supported and entered the banquet hall, but what they said reached Ling Tongyu's ears word for word, she looked down at the contents of her paper bag, made up her mouth, and said to herself-

"Forget it, how to send it, go back."

Sighing, Ling Tongyu still decided not to go to the banquet site, anyway, there were so many people who came, and all of them were so shining, even if she didn't go, Han Wenbo wouldn't know, and others wouldn't care.

Thinking about it, Ling Tongyu took her bag and turned to leave.

"Oops!" But I didn't want to, because I was thinking about my heart, I didn't pay attention, and I hit the person who came headlong, and the invitation card and bag in my hand fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, you're okay." She quickly apologized.

"Mom, are you okay, what's the matter with you, can you mess around here? What should I do if I bump into my mom without looking at the road? Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly supported Jin Yumei, and scolded the person who bowed her head and apologized with a displeased face.

"I'm fine, Zhenzhen forget it. You're all right, little girl. Jin Yumei, who was hit, was not angry, but asked Ling Tongyu with a very kind attitude.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm really embarrassed......" Ling Tongyu picked up the paper bag and invitation card, and said apologetically.

"You ......" When Ye Zhenzhen saw clearly that the person in front of her was Ling Tongyu, her whole face turned pale with fright, how could it be so coincidental?

She immediately stood in front of Jin Yumei and blocked her sight, although Ye Xin'er was lost eighteen years ago, but her appearance still has some traces of when she was five years old!

"Director?" Seeing that the person in front of him was actually Ye Zhenzhen, Ling Tongyu was also a little surprised.

"Don't go yet!" Ye Zhenzhen stretched out her hand to block her, and roared angrily, she really wanted to tear Ling Tongyu apart now, what is she doing here?! Nasty stuff!

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving." Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's terrifying expression, Ling Tongyu felt that it was best to leave this place quickly, otherwise she would be caught again.

"Zhenzhen, what are you doing to people like that, I see that she is holding an invitation card for Mr. Han's birthday banquet in her hand, she should also be a guest invited by the Han family, so let's go in together." Although Ye Zhenzhen blocked her vision, Jin Yumei accidentally saw the gilded invitation card in Ling Tongyu's hand.