The servant didn't dare to answer. He looked at Fu Shenyan and me blankly. Seeing that we didn't object, he ran to the kitchen angrily, "wait a minute."

Not long after, the servant put all the chairs and chopsticks together. Murong Jin and Ouyang Nuo naturally came over and sat down opposite me.

Murong Jin is a family, but with a little attention, she can detect the subtlety of our "family" atmosphere.

From murongjin they entered the door, Fu Shenyan wrote "no welcome" on his face, which was almost not too obvious.

Quinn is the fastest to find something wrong. The enemy of the so-called enemy is a friend. Realizing this, he raised his glass and turned passivity into initiative. "Sir, I'm Fu's good friend. You're his family. Please take care of me more in the future."

What good can the wolf and the mess get together? If these two people look at each other right, they may cause me and Fu Shenyan much trouble in the future.

But what can we do? We don't have Murong Jin's handle in our hands, and we can't clean up the whole gang. What we can do is to respond to changes with invariance and watch them form an alliance.

However, to everyone's surprise, murongjin directly ignored Quinn's kindness, as if she hadn't heard anything, and tasted the nectar in the goblet like a stream, as if it was incompatible with the whole scene.

Even Fu Shenyan could not help looking at him more and guessing what abacus he was playing.

Quinn raised his glass hand and hung awkwardly in the air for five seconds. The smile on his face solidified a little. After all, he took his hand back with a gloomy face.

He did not restrain his anger at all. The glass slammed heavily on the table, and the red wine in the glass spilled out, as if it could vent his dissatisfaction.

Lu Xinran has been reduced to the world of mortals for a long time. His ability to observe words and colors has long been beyond the reach of ordinary people. When he saw the gold Lord's black face, he hurried to curry favor with him, "Mr. Quinn, I'll drink with you. Wine must be drunk with people who understand friendship, otherwise it's better to drink plain boiled water. You say yes, come on, I respect you!"

Quinn's face softened a little.

Even so, Murong Jin turned a blind eye, drank half of the wine, calmly put the cup on the table and began to talk to Fu Shenyan, "New Year's Eve is really a good day. In addition to the old and welcome the new, old friends get together. Unfortunately, brother, I really met an old friend of yours today."

Fu Shenyan narrowed his eyes and looked at him calmly without saying a word, but his whole body was impressively shrouded in the momentum of not being angry.

Such a sense of oppression is enough for the people facing it to figure out whether they should say what they say.

However, this is obviously invalid for murongjin.

He looked innocent and generous, and asked, "brother, you also want to witness this old man?"

"Who?" I can't wait for him to continue to show off. There are too many uninvited guests today. I don't want to see any of them again. I must ask them first.

Murong Jin raised her mouth slightly and pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of her nose. The smile in her eyes was getting deeper and deeper. "It turned out that her sister-in-law was more nostalgic."

With that, he pursed his lower lip meaningfully, then looked at the door and raised his voice a little, "come in, sister-in-law, let bygones be bygones!"

What let bygones be bygones?

My enemy again?

Inexplicably, I followed his line of sight. For a long time, an old man in plain clothes came in by the door.

He stood rigidly at the door. He looked embarrassed, weak and flattering in his eyes. He muttered and shouted, "too, madam, are you all right?..."

"Do you know me?" I pointed to myself, completely confused.

But Lu Xinran, as if thinking of something, stared at the man and looked carefully, "have we met somewhere?"

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