() Tang Xiaowan drove her Audi around Jiangbin City and returned to Yannan City at 4:30 in the afternoon. Wu Hong returned to Yueyaoju, but he had already heard the lively sounds in Bingqing Pavilion next door.

Wu's mother asked, "Hong'er, what are Qinglian and the others doing next door? Are they so busy?"

Wu Hong was also a little surprised, because when he thought about it, this was a private birthday party, and the presence of seven or eight people was already overwhelming.

"Mom, today is Sister Lian's birthday. They may be celebrating Sister Lian."

When Wu's mother heard this, she immediately turned off the TV, stood up and said, "Hong'er, wait for me for a while. I'll make a bowl of longevity noodles for Qinglian. You can bring it over later."

Father Wu threw down the newspaper and stopped him: "Old lady, it is now popular among young people to eat raw cakes and drink some champagne. Who wants to eat the dough made by your hands? Stop working."

"What do you know? Qinglian took care of me in the hospital for so long, and I couldn't express my gratitude? Besides, this young man can forget the rules of his ancestors by following the fashion? How can he miss longevity noodles on his birthday?" Wu

The mother-in-law was chattering, and she had already arrived in the kitchen and started to work.

Wu Hong had no choice but to sit down and wait patiently. Fortunately, the birthday cake was sent directly to Bingqing Pavilion, so there would be no rush to wait for the cake. Just when he was getting bored waiting, Ouyang Jingyao rushed over with a small gift box.

Come here. Wu Hong said with a surprised look on his face: "Jingyao, why are you here?"

Ouyang Jingyao's dress had been carefully crafted, as if she were attending an orthodox gathering. She seemed to have expected Wu Hong's expression. After greeting Wu's father and Wu's mother, she said in a narrow-minded manner:

"Why, can't I come to Sister Lian's birthday?"

Then she walked to him and sat down close to him. She couldn't help but pinch Wu Hong secretly with her little hands, and then she whispered happily: "This afternoon, when we women were hiding together to worry about you, I

I talked a lot with Sister Lian. For the sake of your safe return, as your official girlfriend, I naturally have to be more generous."

Wu Hong was shocked. Ouyang Jingyao's attendance at Leng Qinglian's birthday party was actually a disguised recognition of Leng Qinglian and Fan Yunbing. Outsiders might not be able to tell this, but Wu Hong knew it in his heart.

He was so ruthless that he couldn't help but look at the elegant goddess beside him with a grateful look, but received a beautiful white eye.

The two went to the balcony, and Ouyang Jingyao asked Wu Hong carefully about his thrilling experience on the highway in the afternoon.

Wu Hong could feel the anxiety of her waiting at home, so he spoke in an understatement. Not long after, the two returned to the house from the balcony, and a strong fragrance came from the kitchen.

"Auntie, what are you busy with?" Ouyang Jingyao asked like a cute little greedy cat while trotting.

Mother Wu pointed to the next door and said, "I heard Wu Hong say that today is Qinglian's birthday. I thought of her taking care of me in the hospital with you, so I made her a bowl of longevity noodles and asked Wu Hong to take it with her."

Ouyang Jingyao gathered up her long hair, leaned down, and sniffed gently: "Wow, Auntie, it smells so good, and the noodles are made by hand, eh~"

Looking at her expression, Wu's mother narrowed her eyes and said, "I knew you would be greedy, so I made an extra bowl. You have been cleaning the house all afternoon, so come over and eat it quickly."

Ouyang Jingyao looked at the other bowl of hand-made noodles brought out by Wu's mother, and took it happily: "Auntie, you're welcome~"

After Ouyang Jingyao finished the bowl of hand-made noodles, Wu Hong brought another bowl, let Ouyang Jingyao take his arm, and came to the Bingqing Pavilion next door. Although both villas are Wu Hong's

Hong was alone, but there were still two doors to the outside. When they left Yueyao Residence, they saw from a distance that there seemed to be outsiders disturbing the entrance of Bingqing Pavilion.

Wu Hong walked over and realized that at the door, Xing Yan was blocking an unpopular Leng Qinglian suitor. At first glance, the man looked like a rich second-generation man sitting in an office, but Wu Hong had no impression of this person. It was him.

Holding a large bundle of roses in his hand, Wu Hong couldn't help but feel a little secretly angry.

"Xiao Chu, today is just Mr. Leng's private small-scale birthday party. Outsiders are not allowed to receive it. Please tell me where you came from and where you are going back." Xing Yan repeated this sentence again and again, and the person named Xiao was still pestering.

Wu Hong finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted: "Xing Yan, just call the security guards to kick him out."

Unexpectedly, when the man surnamed Xiao saw Wu Hong interjecting, his eyes fell on the bowl of hand-rolled noodles in his hand, he couldn't help but sneered twice, and said sarcastically: "Qinglian is also a well-known young enterprise in the Yannan business world.

"Jia. You, this person, came out of nowhere and actually came to celebrate her birthday with a bowl of hand-made noodles. Aren't you afraid of embarrassing Qinglian?"

Wu Hong immediately said, "What do you think of that green onion? Is it you who calls Qinglian?"

When the man surnamed Xiao saw Wu Hong approaching him, with the intention of using force against him, he suddenly said with stern expression: "I am the director of the Municipal Culture Bureau, and I fell in love with Qinglian the first time I saw her."

Why can't she scream?"

At this time, Leng Qinglian, wearing the beautiful crown of a longevity star on her head, just walked out of the villa and said: "Xiao Chu, whether it is business or personal, you really shouldn't call me Qinglian. Today is my small-scale birthday party."

Riparty, Xiao Chu should come back with roses~"

After saying that, Leng Qinglian turned to Wu Hong, nodded gently to Ouyang Jingyao, and finally her eyes fell on the bowl of hand-rolled noodles sealed with plastic wrap.

"This is the longevity noodles that my mother made specially for you. She said it's not okay if you don't eat longevity noodles on your birthday." Wu Hong handed the longevity noodles to Leng Qinglian and said.

Leng Qinglian excitedly took the bowl of noodles, and her moving eyes suddenly became moist. While greeting Wu Hong and Ouyang Jingyao to enter the room, Leng Qinglian did not forget to considerately say to Xing Yan: "Xiaoyan, please wait for a while.

, the party is about to start, I will come out to call you. Remember, be sure not to let irrelevant people in."

The man surnamed Xiao still held the roses in his arms and refused to leave. Just as Leng Qinglian and the others walked to the door of the villa, they heard the man surnamed Xiao shouting from behind: "Hey, hey, why can they go in, but I can't go in?"

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Wu Hong turned around and saw that it was Tang Xiaowan who was wearing a fancy dress, followed by Tang Lin who was in a standard military uniform and holding two gift boxes, one large and one small. So Wu Hong left and came back, and walked to the door.

, glanced at Tang Xiaowan angrily, with a hint of impatience, but also a slight feeling of surprise.

Tang Xiaowan took in his expression completely and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "Wu Hong, who is this fly? Why is it so annoying?"

Wu Hong pretended to sigh and said: "Hey, Xiaowan, how can you say that I am a fly? I am the famous director of the Municipal Culture Bureau."

Tang Xiaowan heard the sarcasm in his words, secretly stuck out her tongue at Wu Hong, and then turned to Tang Lin, who was dressed in formal clothes, and said: "Give me the gift that Commander Yang brought here. Stand here and block the way."

It has nothing to do with anyone else. Certain measures can be taken when necessary!"

Tang Lin immediately stood up and said, "Yes, Chief!"

When the man named Xiao heard this, he was dumbfounded. "Commander Yang? Is he Commander Yang from the Yannan Military Region?" When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shrink a lot. After Wu Hong and others entered the villa, they said:

Stomping his feet, he walked away dejectedly.

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