Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

"Hello, Duke, I am..."

"This is the youngest son of the family..."

The grand hall was full of laughter, true and false, and complimented. Perfect smiling faces are shown here.

Some people laughed at Yan Yan, some were respectful on their faces, and some even accepted compliments from others with a smile on their faces.

To Reinhardt...exmmmmmmmm

As the imperial marshal, Reinhardt's status is no less than that of the imperial emperor. Logically speaking, Reinhardt should be crowded with people who came to compliment him.

However, in fact, where Reinhardt was standing, there were indeed many people watching from a distance, but no one dared to come forward and talk.

Reinhardt is a marshal, and there are countless people who want to compliment him. But he couldn't bear Reinhardt's fierce fame, and he was notoriously uncomfortable.

So few people go up to touch his mold. It's okay to be cute and happy, if the other party is offended. Not to mention them, whether the family behind them will exist or not are two different things.

Gu Qianjun, who was standing leisurely next to Reinhardt, took a fork and stuffed a piece of chocolate cake into his mouth. After chuckling his mouth twice, he looked at the expressionless man next to him.

"Why? Aren't you happy?" Gu Qianjun glanced around. Although there were many people staring at him, he wouldn't be unhappy, right?

Regarding Gu Qianjun's grievance to her, Marshal Marshal nodded very straightforwardly, expressing that he was in a bad mood.

He poked the pastry on his plate, and stuffed a champagne-colored cake into Reinhardt's mouth. Regardless of the stunned group of upper class people around.

Gu Qianjun smiled and looked at Reinhardt with a bulging face, and swallowed the cake in his mouth expressionlessly: "How about it? Are you in a better mood now?"

Reinha, who was not as irritable as before, nodded, but he was still a little puzzled: "Where did you learn this from?"

"Xingwang." Gu Qianjun, who stuffed another piece of pastry, squinted happily: "I saw it accidentally last time. If I said it was something to eat, my mood would improve."

Just approaching Reinhardt's side, Silvia, who was about to take refuge, slipped. Kancan stabilized his figure and didn't throw a dog and eat **** in the public.

Silvia: Damn, which devil website is this from! ! ! !

Obviously, apart from Silvia, the two parties did not feel anything wrong.

"What are you..." Before Reinhardt finished speaking, there was another noise at the door, and it was expanding.

Gu Qianjun frowned, obviously not accepting the noise. Silvia, who was eating pastries with them, had a clear look: "It seems that the person is here for such a big battle."

Ignoring the noisy Reinhardt at the door, he once again swallowed the cake that Gu Qianjun stuffed into his mouth blankly.

"Hello." The man in a white robe has a delicate face, looking like a feathered fairy.

It was different from the iron-blooded toughness of Reinhardt, which made people look daunting. The temperament of the other party is very gentle and elegant like Gu Qianjun's gentle breeze.

The slender and white fingers have distinct joints, and the white hand holds an antique white paper umbrella. The red plums depicted on the umbrella surface are vivid, and the arrogant attitude of Ling Han is just right.

Gu Qianjun looked at the hem of the other party's pink dress:...Hello...Soo!