Wen Zhiyuan, who followed behind them, had a faint drunken look on her face, she stepped in with a smile, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Ms. Lian.

She froze in place, her smile condensed on her lips, and she forgot to react for a moment.

How did they end up here?

Didn't they leave after the toast from his father?

At this moment, as soon as Ms. Lian saw Wen Zhiyuan, she immediately moved her body and eagerly wanted to open her mouth.

But she didn't blurt out the words, but her hand was suddenly held by Yan Jun, she twisted her eyebrows and looked back, seeing Yan Jun shaking her head slightly, her eyes were full of warnings, because of this palpitating occasion, she didn't dare to make a mistake, and she could only hold back.

Wen Zhiyuan was very surprised to see Ms. Lian here, and the moment the two of them met their eyes, almost everyone in the hall was fixed on them.

It's not a mother and daughter, but they look so similar.

And Yan Shiqi is not a member of the Wen family, but he is about seventy percent of the deceased Wen Shucheng.

Before the door of the hall was closed, a gust of cold wind poured in, blowing cold all over the body.

Wen Chongli and Li Bo had been invited to the upper seat, Wen Jinghong turned around and sat down on Duanmu Lanya's side, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Wen Zhiyuan who was still standing in place.

At this time, the atmosphere was faintly eerie.

Although Wen Zhiyuan was surprised that Ms. Lian would appear here, it was only a few seconds before a sweet smile appeared on her face.

She walked slowly to Ms. Lian, stretched out her hand to pull her, and said with a happy look: "Aunt Lian, why are you here!"

At this scene, Yan Shiqi inadvertently raised his eyebrows.

Wen Zhiyuan's reaction seemed to her to be very fast.

In this moment, she was able to take the initiative to break the deadlock, but instead took the lead.

Lian Bixiu was pulled by her, and her expression, which had been frozen all night, finally eased.

She got up slowly, like an elder who loves her juniors, and patted the back of Wen Zhiyuan's hand, "Iris, meet again." Even Auntie didn't expect to meet you here. ”

Feign!

Yan Shiqi watched intently as their mother and daughter performed the drama of meeting their old acquaintances in a foreign country, smiling faintly, full of cold irony.

Wen Zhiyuan held Ms. Lian's hand and shook it coquettishly, then turned to look at Duanmu Lanya, "Mom, this Aunt Lian is the elder who helped me in Licheng before, our family is very close to her, do you see if the two of us are still a little similar!"

Take retreat as advance, and take the lead in grabbing people.

Wen Zhiyuan's words seem stupid, but in fact, her caution is undoubtedly revealed.

The appearance of a good girl first revealed the doubts in everyone's hearts, but this move seemed that she was very naïve, as if she couldn't understand the eyes of the people present.

Does she want to interpret fairy tales without mowgli?

At this time, Mr. Wen Chongli, who was seated at the top, stared at Wen Zhiyuan and Ms. Lian for a few seconds with a pair of blazing eyes, "Don't say it, the little kite reminded him like this, but it's really like this." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Li Bo on the side was an old man, he put the reading glasses on his chest on his face, and looked forward to a few people.

Then he looked at Yan Shiqi strangely, he patted his thigh and greeted Wen Chongli, "Old Wentou, if you say so, then I still think that girl looks like you!"

When I was young, I said that you had a pair of women's willow eyebrows, and the first time I saw her, I felt that those eyebrows were exactly the same as yours. ”