Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

Lu Ming came to Wen Jin to talk about the current situation in Dongping. The war has started again recently, and the war is about to reach the border cities of Dongping.

"They just want to swallow Dongping's cake so much that they even want to do it under your nose." Lu Ming kept talking, which made his mouth dry and he drank several cups of tea in a row.

Wen Jin listened indifferently, occasionally nodding in response.

A new person was already singing on the stage, and Yun Qian came off the stage to take a rest.

Xiao Zhao was backstage at every turn, raising the curtain to look under the stage, peeking in and sighing: "Young Marshal is so good-looking. He must be the dream lover of many women in Dongping."

Yun Qian smiled and said, "Is it yours too?"

"I don't dare to miss the young marshal. Although the young marshal is good-looking, everyone says he is ruthless. Isn't that what that man was like a few days ago? He fired his gun at will. I was still frightened when I was cleaning up the blood stains later."

Speaking of Wen Jin's shot without warning, Xiao Zhao became curious, "Sister Qian, you were so close at that time, weren't you scared?"

"I still have some fear, but the young marshal's shot helped me, and I'm not so scared when I think about it."

If it hadn't been for that shot, that lard hand would have touched Yun Qian.

Outside, Lu Ming was still typing, talking about personal matters after finishing the official business, "I heard that you were so angry at a beauty a few days ago, it was just a shot."

Wen Jin sneered and said in a casual tone, "What a beauty, I just don't want that person to touch me, dirty."

Lu Ming: "..."

That's a reasonable reason.

"Hey, by the way, it's my uncle's sixtieth birthday tomorrow. It's probably going to be lively. Have you prepared any gifts?" Lu Ming took a bite of the snack and spoke a little slurred.

Wen Jin quietly leaned to the side, fearing that the crumbs of food in Lu Ming's mouth would fly to him.

"Prepared something good."

The two of them didn't sit for long. After drinking a pot of tea, they were ready to leave. The oppressive feeling of a room full of soldiers disappeared as they left.

The supervisor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt that this moment seemed like a lifetime had passed.

He calmed down for a while, then entered the backstage, beckoning several singers including Yun Qian over.

"Tomorrow is Mr. Wen's sixtieth birthday. Young Master Wen is going to invite some singers to sing at the Wen Mansion. You happen to be here. I will take you with me tomorrow."

After the supervisor said a few more words, he told them not to be late, and then left with peace of mind.

Yun Qian returned to her seat, took off the exaggerated earrings on her ears and rubbed her ears.

"Sister Qian, what are you going to wear for your birthday gift tomorrow?" Xiao Zhao collected all the clothes hanging nearby and placed them on the chair next to Yun Qian.

Yun Qian opened her mouth to say black, but then she thought that it would be inappropriate to wear black for a birthday gift, so she pointed to the cheongsam in the middle: "Just this red velvet one, the color is bright."

"Okay, let me iron it for you."

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Mr. Wen's sixtieth birthday was held in the Wen Mansion. Many famous figures in the military and business circles were invited, and it was a grand event.

Wen Mansion has always been guarded by soldiers. Before Yun Qian and the others entered the manor, they were stopped and checked by the soldiers. They were released only after they found that there were no problems.

Wen Mansion is probably the most magnificent mansion in Dongping. It is said that Western architects were invited to participate in the design, perfectly integrating Chinese and Western aesthetics into one house.

Yun Qian and his party followed the guidance of the housekeeper in the mansion. Several singing girls who were accompanying them quietly looked at the mansion with excitement. Yun Qian did not look away, except for occasionally lowering his head to pay attention to the road under his feet.

The steward of the Wen Mansion brought Yun Qian and his party to the side room prepared for them to rest. "Please prepare here first. Someone will come to tell you when the birthday ceremony starts soon."

The housekeeper should be about the same age as Mr. Wen, with a few gray hairs on his temples, and he is very easy-going and easy-going.

The supervisor nodded quickly, "Okay, thank you butler."

When the butler walked out of the room, the supervisor returned to his usual condescending expression: "Hurry up and clean up, lest something goes wrong during the singing."

The makeup and clothes that others should put on were already changed in the karaoke hall.

Yun Qian wore a red velvet cheongsam today. The bright color made her skin even whiter than snow. The cheongsam was ankle-length, with slits reaching her thighs. The stand-up collar design on her neck highlighted Yun Qian's superior shoulder and neck lines.

The supervisor patted Yun Qian's shoulder twice with satisfaction, "You are the front man of our karaoke hall. You know how to behave in a while. Is it okay for you to add drinks to others after singing?"

Yun Qian smiled and avoided the supervisor's hand, "I will concentrate on singing, I won't think about anything else."

This was tantamount to a disguised rejection of the supervisor's request. The supervisor frowned and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a boy knocking on the door.

"The housekeeper said it's time to get ready."

The supervisor could only agree to the boy's words first and glared at Yun Qian angrily.

Entering the hall, Yun Qian met the legendary Master Wen Wen Cheng.

Although Wen Cheng is sixty years old, his aura is still there, even more compelling with the passage of time. He has a smile on his face, wearing a brick-red Tang suit, with a straight back and a cane in his hand. , the whole person is in good spirits.

The man standing next to him wearing a striped suit and chatting and laughing must be his eldest son Wen Yu. The father and son look exactly like each other. Wen Jin's appearance is different from the two, and he should be more like his mother.

Yun Qian only saw Wen Cheng and Wen Yu, but not the figure in military uniform.

Haven't you come yet?Yun Qian made random guesses.

After a while, Wen Ge walked in from outside the door and spoke to Wen Cheng with a bright smile: "Happy [-]th birthday, grandpa. I wish grandpa a blessing as good as the East Sea and a life as long as the Southern Mountains!"

Wen Cheng smiled heartily and patted Wen Ge on the head, "Xiao Ge, just don't let me and your father worry about it."

The guests took their seats one after another, and Yun Qian also started to adjust his microphone.

A man about the same age as Wen Cheng finished his blessing and glanced around: "Hey, where is Xiaojin? She's not back yet?"

Hearing Wen Jin's name, Yun Qian pricked up her ears to listen.

She heard Wen Cheng smile helplessly but couldn't hide his pride and said, "I have something to do at the moment, so I'll be back soon. As you know, he is the one managing military affairs now and is busy."

It turned out that he had something to do, so Yun Qian lowered his eyes.

"Xiaojin is really young and promising, just as high-spirited as you were back then."

Wen Cheng laughed, "Old man, it's time for the next generation to show their talents."

Yun Qian prepared his things and took a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat before going on stage.

The Wen family chatted and laughed with the guests, while Yun Qian and the others only sang as background music.

Wen Jin arrived belatedly after Yun Qian had finished singing her song.

When he walked in, Yun Qian happened to sing the sentence "I just want to be with you." The last sound of the word "you" was drawn out, giving off a bit of tenderness.

Yun Qian also happened to meet Wen Jin's dark eyes with no discernible depth.

This time Wen Jin's eyes finally stayed for a few seconds longer, and he saw the graceful woman in red cheongsam on the stage saying something to him.

Wen Jin's excellent investigative ability made it easy for Wen Jin to read Yun Qian's mouth movements.

What Yun Qian said was: "Hello, Young Marshal."