Love to the bone: Uncle is too good at flirting

"Doublekill!"

Wen Liang stared at the computer screen intently, pressing his fingers on the black keyboard, "Yes, double kill!"

Just when she was excited, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a gorgeously dressed woman walked in from the door. Before she could react, she saw that the computer screen in front of her suddenly went black, her body stiffened instantly, and she turned around and looked at her. side person.

"Mom, my teammates will kill me!" She raised her hands tremblingly on her cheeks, her dark brown eyes fixed on Mother Wen.

"You still have the face to say, I can bear it if you only attend your birthday dinner for a few minutes. It's already eleven o'clock, and all the guests outside have left, and you're still playing games!" Mother Wen put the electric plug in her hand. Throwing it to the ground, he said sharply, "Someone is looking for you, come down with me quickly."

"Looking for me?" She pointed at herself in surprise. She is usually very homely, and she only knew her three roommates in college, and she basically didn't contact her classmates in middle and high school.

Even the people who came to the birthday party were business partners of the Wen family. She didn't know any of them, yet someone would look for her!

She got up suspiciously and followed behind Mother Wen. The tube top dress she was wearing was really not what she wanted, and she didn't like the high heels even more. She only dressed up deliberately for a few minutes at the dinner party.

Mother Wen who came to the door of the room suddenly stopped and turned to stare at her. Just when she was about to ask, Mother Wen hugged her, "Liang'er! No matter what happens later, you have to remember Dad Mom loves you!"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" She couldn't help frowning, the sudden hug made her whole body tighten, and she almost couldn't breathe, "Even if my teammates kill me, I won't be angry with you."

"No, this is much more serious than your game." Mother Wen let go of her, holding her fair and tender face in her hands, with a look of reluctance in her eyes, "My daughter is so beautiful."

"I know you're praising yourself for being born well and having good genetics." She already knew everything about her mother, and when she usually said things like this, she was praising herself in disguise.

"No, Mom is telling the truth." Mother Wen was very reluctant to part with her. She was only 20 years old, and she was about to get married.

Time passed too fast, and her little Liang'er had grown up.

The two walked downstairs side by side, Wen Liang's eyes rolled around, thinking about who wanted to see her.

After the dinner, the downstairs hall was still very clean. It can be seen that the Wen's servants cleaned up quickly. While the intricate crystal lamps above their heads illuminated the entire hall, Wen Liang also saw a strange man sitting in the first place.

He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt with a dark blue pinstriped black tie at the neckline, which looked solemn and solemn, and the pair of black eyes staring at her were as deep as a sunless deep sea.

He leaned back slightly, with his legs crossed naturally, his bony left hand was touching the button of his right cuff, and the half-exposed black watch was trimmed with thin gold edges, which could be seen to be exquisite even without a closer look. There was a slight smile on his cheeks at the moment, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Such casual movements and simple expressions made Wen Liang feel palpitations, but more frightened, who is this person?

She finally stopped when she was about to reach the end of the stairs, turned her head to look at Mother Wen, and said firmly, "Mom, I don't know him."

"We've known each other since then." Mother Wen grabbed her wrist, not letting her leave, and walked towards the sofa.

Apart from the unknown man in the middle of the magnificent golden sofa, her father Wen and uncle Chang Anyu were sitting on the left and right sides respectively, and all three of them were looking at the direction they were walking at the moment.

The two stood still in front of Huo Xiao, and Mother Wen introduced her gently, "Mr. Huo, the little girl is Wen Liang."

"I don't know you!" Before Huo Xiao could speak, Wen Liang spoke immediately.

This man was too handsome, but his complexion was abnormally cold, even more beautiful than the characters in the games she often played. It was drawn aesthetically, but the person at this moment was real.