Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Duan Qiongyu's temples were throbbing and painful. How could someone talk so much? Doesn't anyone usually find him annoying?

A female teacher came next to them and greeted them. Duan Qiongyu nodded in response, but Zhang Mingli stood there chatting with the female teacher.

He chatted about everything, and the female teacher even praised him after he finished.

Duan Qiongyu suddenly understood that the teachers in the school were quite old, and some of the teachers' children had even gotten married and started careers. Looking at Zhang Mingli was like looking after a child.

He was so doted on that he flattered him with praise and praise.

No, he has become a talkative person.

On the way back, Assistant Zhang turned his head from the passenger side to look behind him, handed the information he had prepared early to Duan Qiongyu, and said, "Fourth Master, this is what you want."

Duan Qiongyu took it, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Assistant Zhang said: "According to your instructions, the donation has been made, and an invitation letter to the party has also been sent over there."

Duan Qiongyu lowered his eyes and asked calmly: "She doesn't know, does she?"

Assistant Zhang said: "Don't worry, I contacted another director directly without her. I told her to keep it confidential from everyone."

Closing the information in his hand, Duan Qiongyu snorted lightly and said no more.

Assistant Zhang saw that he had his eyes closed, hesitated for a while, and then said: "There will be media at the party."

"You don't like to appear in the public eye. Will it be too high-profile then?"

Duan Qiongyu opened his eyes, looked at him, and said calmly: "So you have to handle it well. I don't like being paid attention to by irrelevant people."

Assistant Zhang nodded: "Understood."

He thought to himself, too.

Why do you need to ask such a thing?

Among the four families, except for Xie Jiu'an who appeared in gossip news from time to time, the other three kept a low profile, and no news could be reported on any of them.

To put it bluntly, he doesn't want to be someone else's talking point, and he doesn't want to be paid too much attention to.

Even Xie Jiu'an, although he has been in the news a few times, no one has found out his identity. It is mostly because of the rich second generation of a certain company who hangs out with him.

Most of the titles are about a certain rich second generation bringing their friends.

And inside, Xie Jiuan is just the unknown "good friend"

Anyone who has been in the news with him knows that compared to his family background, the others in the group are far behind, and they are not on the same level at all.

While others are second generation rich, he doesn’t know how many generations he has been rich.

But they all knew each other tacitly, and no one dared to publicize his identity.

Even if the media digs it out, whether it can report it is another matter.

Xie Jiu'an is like this, let alone the Fourth Master.

Assistant Zhang has already made a plan in his mind. He needs to say hello to the well-known media. As long as they stay silent, things will be much easier.

As for other small media, they need to arrange professionals to remove the news in a timely manner.

The cell phone rang. Assistant Zhang subconsciously looked at his cell phone. When he found that it was not his, he realized that Fourth Master had already answered the call.

As soon as he heard the tone of his voice, Assistant Zhang knew it was probably Mr. Quan.

Because as soon as the phone was connected, Fourth Master said calmly: "Is something wrong?"

Quan Yu said over there: "If nothing happens, I can't come to you?"

"We are not that familiar." Duan Qiongyu said in an indifferent tone.

Quan Yu...

He laughed angrily: "I took the wrong medicine. Are you saying something weird?"

He said whatever he didn't want to hear: "How come you're talking to your third uncle, given your seniority?"

Duan Qiongyu fell silent, his gaze unfocused on his knees?

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Quan Yu said: "Repenting?"

Duan Qiongyu sneered: "Ha,"

"I was thinking about why I didn't take advantage of you when you were still young and beat you until you cried for father and mother."

"Otherwise, how could I let you owe me so much now?"

Quan Yu said seriously: "It's a pity, you have no chance."

Duan Qiongyu gritted his teeth: "If you don't tell me, you will be reincarnated."

He's not that old, but he's very senior. He mainly talks back and has a bad heart.

The people over there didn't seem to understand the hidden meaning of the knife in his words, and echoed: "There is no way, I have been smart since I was a child."

Duan Qiongyu......

"Are you in a hurry?"

The feeling of a fist hitting cotton is really infuriating.

Wanting to end this sterile and uncomfortable conversation, he said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, hurry up."

Otherwise he will hang up the phone.

Quan Yu stopped choking him and said, "Let's have dinner together tonight?"

Duan Qiongyu suddenly became happy when he thought of something. He knew how to make him uncomfortable.

So he yelled mockingly

"Aren't you busy dating? How can you have time to have dinner with me?"

Then, without waiting for Quan Yu to speak, he continued to be weird, with a tone of sudden realization: "Look at my memory, I even forgot that Mu Bai went back to Suzhou to celebrate the New Year this year."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Nannan has gone home, and his girlfriend has left. Are you the only one in such a big house?"

"It's so pitiful that I'm all alone."

Listening to his sarcasm, Quan Yu's temples twitched. If he were in front of him, he could kick him away and still allow him to talk nonsense here?

To poke your own sore spots and laugh at your own jokes?

The people over there didn't care at all, they just stabbed people's hearts: "I saw Mu Baifa's circle of friends yesterday."

Without giving Quan Yu a chance to speak, he said, "By the way, who is the man next to Sangsang in the photo?"

"She has strange eyebrows and beautiful eyes."

"Don't tell me where the two of them will stop, they are quite right."

On the other side of the phone, Quan Yu's face darkened.

Duan Qiongyu over there was still gloating about his misfortune and kept chattering: "I didn't say that, Quan San."

"Given your age, you are already an uncle. At your young age, you may be taken advantage of."

"Don't cry to me then."

"After all, it's not easy for me, a junior, to interfere in the affairs of the elders."

Quan Yupi smiled but said: "You have already said that it is the elders' matter and it is not appropriate to interfere. Is it appropriate to intervene?"

Duan Qiongyu said sincerely: "Don't I care about you?"

Quan Yu: Thank you so much

He said: "Where does all this nonsense come from? Do you still have food to eat?"

Duan Qiongyu glanced at the information still in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "You can find someone else, I have an appointment."

"Have an appointment?"

Quan Yu mocked: "This reason is not as credible as your saying that you are lying at home moldy."

"Believe it or not." Duan Qiongyu's eyes were filled with a faint smile.

Quan Yu said over there: "Who do you have an appointment with? The flowers in your yard?"

Unexpectedly, Duan Qiongyu was silent for a few seconds, and then Quan Yu heard him say: "Yes, the flowers in that yard."

"So, go ahead and eat it yourself."

The call was hung up, Quan Yu looked at the screen of his phone, something was wrong, something was wrong.

For a moment, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes were filled with amusement.

Duan Qiongyu was right in saying that he is indeed very free now.

Then find something to do.

For example, caring about the younger generation and so on.