Duanmu E snorted, and his blazing eyes fell on Duanmu Sheng's body, a little helpless and headache.

For this son, there is probably an age gap of nearly sixty years, so the distance gap between the old man and him is as insurmountable as a ravine.

Especially what those young people are chasing now, it is exactly what Duanmu E, who has been fighting horses all his life, does not like.

And Duanmu Sheng is too young and has a lively personality, which inevitably makes the old man unpleasant in many ways.

In this way, Rong Yun has become a bridge of communication between the two, but because of the embarrassment of her identity, she can only be with the mud most of the time.

At this moment, after Rong Yun finished speaking, seeing that the old man did not refute, she immediately beckoned Duanmu Sheng, "Xiao Sheng, come here, didn't you say that there are gifts for these two girls?"

Duanmu Sheng stood at the table and nodded, and then slowly walked to Yan Shiqi with a small book in his arms.

Duanmu Sheng is the youngest fourth son in the family, and even ten years younger than the son of the eldest uncle's family.

He came forward to give gifts, and everyone present also turned their eyes to him.

As for the other uncles, they calmly took a sip of the teacup.

Anyway, no matter what this kid wants to give, it will definitely not be as good as their shot.

The happiest is the third child!

Two planes were sent, and who else!

Everyone waited in different minds, and as Duanmu Sheng got closer and closer to Yan Shiqi, the tips of his ears turned red.

That heart is pounding, and if your throat and eyes are a little bigger, you can jump out.

At this time, he stood in front of Yan Shiqi, blinking nervously, holding the small book in his arms tightly with both hands, hesitating how to speak.

Yan Shiqi looked at his expression, smiled lightly and stood up.

She glanced at the notebook in Duanmu Sheng's arms, and said lightly: "Uncle, hello!"

Due to the scene and identity, even if the other party is younger than her, she must politely call 'uncle'.

In the end, he is a half-old child, and in the face of the idol he has always been thinking about, his heart is surging and bubbling.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly heard Yan Shiqi calling him, and hurriedly pinched the notebook and waved his hand, "No, no, seventeen, just call me Xiaosheng!"

He didn't want to make his seniority so big, and invisibly widened the distance between him and the goddess!

As soon as these words came out, Rong Yun's face changed, and before she could say a word to remind, Duanmu E put down her chopsticks heavily, "Nonsense!

Duanmu Sheng trembled with fright, lowered the corners of his mouth and peeked at the old man, and didn't dare to say more, so he could only stuff the small book into Yan Shiqi's arms, "Seventeen, there are more than 1,200 accounts in this book, all of which have hacked you on the Internet before, I have written them all down, give them to you, and let your company give them an account!"

Everyone: "......"

At this moment, Duanmu Sheng, like a child who loves to hold grudges, pointed to the small book angrily, and spoke amazingly.

The old man Duanmu'e's face is dark!

This is a gift? The little bunny is really good! Shame on him!

Duanmu E was so angry that even Rong Yun patted him in horror.

This time, no one has spoken, Yan Shiqi took the notebook and gently rubbed the cover, his eyes were sparkling, and he gladly accepted, "Thank you, uncle, for this gift...... I loved it!"

She knew that this was Duanmusheng's intention, and she was really touched by her surprise.

It's really a brainless fan, stamp it!