The dishes are simple and exquisite, and the main purpose is not to eat. Just halfway through, the two sides started fighting.
Aunt Yan looked concerned and asked: "Director Rong looks bad, is that okay?"
Rong Boye: "I can't die."
Aunt Yan: "..."
Uncle Yan followed closely with a smile on his face, "I heard that Rong Dong's son has heart disease. I know one or two..."
Rong Boye raised his head and said, "He can't die either."
puff.
Everyone was holding it in, but An Xuyue spat out a mouthful of water and coughed repeatedly.
Yan Zhicheng took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, and gently let her breathe, "Why are you drinking so much?"
"I didn't drink too much. It's because your family is weird. Xiao Yan wants to marry Xiang Xiang." She pointed at Rong Boye and said, "It's not him and his cheap son. Why are you asking so many questions?"
Nonsense."
Yan Zhicheng twitched the corners of his mouth and cleared his throat.
An Xuyue snorted, made a zipper motion for her mouth, and stopped talking.
Song Xiang sat aside. Although he felt like laughing, his palms were also a little sweaty. He turned to look at Yan Han and found that he was eating the food calmly.
Tsk——
Unable to hold back, I pinched his thigh.
Yan Han's eyebrows suddenly narrowed, and he endured the pain without making a sound.
A dish of bird's nest soup happened to be served, so he immediately took the spoon and pushed it in front of Song Xiang.
Their eyes met, and he blinked at her.
Song Xiang:???
Yan Han looked calm and continued eating.
The front line is still hot.
The person chosen by Yan Zhenting was really powerful. He asked questions from all over the world, but he always tried to find out the true identity of Song Xiang, his "biological daughter", and repeatedly determined the interests behind the marriage between the Yan and Rong families.
"Director Rong should know that at the Nanrong board meeting not long ago, Xiao Yan just gave a big gift. What does Director Rong think of this?" Yan Zhenting put down his chopsticks and went straight to the point.
Song Xiang's jaw clenched. She expected Yan Zhenting to mention this matter, but she didn't expect it to be so direct.
Rong Boye had no expression on his face, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then threw it aside, holding his chin in his hands.
"It's just a western project with an unknown future. Mr. Yan is also a battle-hardened man. You actually call it a great gift?"
Yan Zhenting's old eyes were slightly cold, he leaned back a little, pressed his crutch, and cast his sharp gaze on Yan Han.
Opposite, Yan Han was lowering his head, picking up some minced ginger from the sauce-flavored shredded pork for Song Xiang with a serious look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed into the Chinese character Sichuan. He seemed to be dealing with a difficult case, with "Do Not Disturb" written all over his face.
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Yan Zhenting felt a little lack of oxygen in his brain, so he held back his strength and took a deep breath of oxygen.
Song Xiang caught the old man's subtle movements, lowered his head and started eating.
"Even the honorary directors look down on such a project, and my Yan family has no way of preparing the betrothal gift." Uncle Yan added with a smile.
"It's not difficult. A good marriage for a well-matched person, just follow the rules." The sister-in-law continued, licking her face and asked Rong Boye, "Director Rong, how much makeup do you plan to add to this child?"
Song Xiang was surprised. He didn't expect these two people to be so straightforward.
He raised his head, and the corners of Yan Zhicheng's lips were lowered, but he didn't speak.
"In the short term, she will not have Nanrong shares in her name." Rong Boye said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhenting's eyebrows tightened.
After a long time, he said in an old voice: "There is no rush for the two children to get married. There must be an engagement beforehand."