Peerless Junior Uncle

Xiang said lightly: "I have a sense of proportion in this matter, besides, I really don't have time."

"Well, Ms. Jin has a good manner. Although Jin Buyi is both an enemy and a friend, it is better to settle enemies than to tie them. If Qin and Jin can really get married, it will be a beautiful thing..."

"Father." He Tingge interrupted He Yunshen: "I'll take care of this matter, you and Erniang, don't interfere."

He Yun sighed deeply: "I'm just afraid that your temper will drive people away. Jin Buyi has helped a lot this time, and he has shown his sincerity. What are you worried about? Besides, you are so old, two It's more than ten, when your father and I were your age, you could compete with that kid from the Hai family for candy, and it's time for you to start a family."

"The capital of the country is almost gone, so where is the home?" He Tingge smiled wryly and said softly.

He Yunshen heard the words, opened his mouth, and sighed deeply. Now that the country is in crisis, it is really chilling.

"Besides, I might die on the battlefield one day. After marrying a daughter-in-law, I will be a widow. Why bother to harm other girls." He Tingge saw the furrow between He Yunshen's brows, and his heart softened. He also knew what his father was thinking. The mother left early, and when people get old, they will have a complex of looking forward to their grandchildren.

"Nonsense!" He Yunshen's face was serious: "What's not dead, don't talk nonsense at home."

"Got it." He Tingge smiled.

"Okay, don't stay in the mansion for a day, go out more, take advantage of the fact that there is no major event, relax, this is an invitation, you can go."

"What invitation card?" He Tingge frowned as he looked at the red invitation card He Yunshen took out.

"Tonight is the birthday of the president of the Chamber of Commerce. Please let me go. I have recently suffered from cold legs and I don't want to move around. You can go. Besides, they are all young people, so I won't join in the fun."

He Tingge took the invitation card. The water-red invitation card had gold powder on it, which looked gleaming.

To be honest, he really doesn't like to join in the fun, let alone the banquet of the Chamber of Commerce.

"Aren't the business associations full of old men? Young people don't want to join in the fun." He complained and threw the invitation on the table.

"It's different." He Yun sighed deeply: "The new president is a young man, about the same age as you, and his skills are not bad. The economic improvement in the Northeast in the past few months is all due to him. In the future, all It's your world."

He Tingge raised his eyebrows indifferently, glanced at the invitation card that was casually thrown on the table, and just opened it. The black brush writing was tall and straight, and the three words at the signature fell into He Tingge's eyes: Fu Qingcheng.

The fingertips tightened unconsciously, as if something suddenly touched an unknown heartstring...  

"I go."

.........

The banquet was still held in Yetiantian. As soon as the night fell, He Tingge packed up and got into the car. The coat with a stand-up collar covered the lower half of his face. His gaze deepened slightly as he looked into the distance, and the invitation card in his hand was gently pressed on his fingertips. Slide over: "Let's go."

Mu Lan didn't speak, and drove the car to Xiangye Tiantian.

Unsurprisingly, there were many cars parked at the gate of Ye Tiantang, all suitable for them. Looking at the rich businessmen and rich wives getting out of those cars, He Tingge sat in the car without moving, and Mu Lan didn't speak, just sat there. , until someone knocked on the window.

Turning his head and looking out the window, he saw a handsome young man in a pink shirt and plaid vest wearing a camel coat, holding on to the roof of the car with one hand, and knocking on the window with the other, the voice came through the glass: "Come down when you come, you Is the family car so comfortable, I can't bear to get out of it."

He Tingge opened the car door speechlessly, stepped out of the car with long legs and said, "Are you here too?"

"Why can't I come? Didn't you come too?" Haitang chuckled: "What? Why is Young Master He willing to show his face to attend the banquet?"

He Tingge ignored his teasing, shook the coat on his shoulders, and glanced at the gate of Yetiantang, which was full of people: "Let's go."

The two stepped into the hall together, attracting the attention of many people. Haitang greeted him with a smile. After all, he was a big merchant, and there were quite a few people who knew him. It was just that not many people had seen He Tingge, but looking at the cold and arrogant He didn't have the momentum to ask, but felt that the person who was with Haitang must also be a big shot.

"Look, if you don't come out for a walk, you will almost fade away in the hearts of the Northeast people." Haitang sipped his red wine and clicked his tongue twice: "Shall I introduce you to everyone?"

"There's nothing for them to remember." He Tingge said lightly, and took a sip of the red wine, which tasted pretty good.

Haitang raised his brows and shook his head: "A great man, you don't seek merit and fame."

He Tingge looked around, and saw Tang Yuzhen holding a wine glass and chatting happily with the woman opposite. The woman was wearing a slim goose-yellow cheongsam, outlining her exquisite figure, with a slight smile on her fair and pretty face , seemed to be amused by what Tang Yuzhen said.

"Miss Jin Yuyao, Cathy." Haitang noticed his gaze, and the corners of his lips twitched: "I heard that you were not a bird a few days ago, what's going on now, are you jealous?"

He Tingge sipped his red wine and said disapprovingly, "Have you taken a fancy to her?"

"But people don't like me. They like you. She doesn't care about people like us who smell like copper." Haitang shrugged.

He Tingge smiled lightly and didn't say anything, but his eyes were looking for something in the spacious hall.

"Who are you looking for?" Haitang asked curiously.

He Tingge frowned and shook his head. He didn't know what he was looking for, so he paused and raised his head to ask Haitang: "Have you seen the president?"

"President Fu?" Haitang frowned: "How could it be possible that I haven't seen it before? When you came to make trouble last time, wasn't he the one who treated you?"

"Last time?" He Tingge thought for a while and remembered that it was indeed the president who invited guests that night. At that time, he was only concerned about getting angry, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Just as he was about to ask something, a boy from a rich family came to pull Haitang to chat. Because he didn't recognize He Tingge, he just exchanged a few words, and Haitang was pulled away. He Tingge felt bored standing alone, so he walked to a corner on the sofa Sitting down, the voice of the singing girl on the stage drifted into the ears leisurely through the crowd, He Tingge suddenly felt that he was really bored and came to this kind of banquet.

"Have a drink?" Suddenly, a clear voice came from beside him.He Tingge turned his head to look, and saw a man in a white shirt sitting on the sofa beside him.

"It's you?" He Tingge was slightly surprised.

The man in white shirt smiled: "Yes, we meet again, Young Marshal He." He poured a small glass of wine and pushed it in front of He Tingge.

He Tingge heard this voice, the irritability in his heart dissipated slightly, and his mood was not so depressed: "Why are you here?"

"Isn't this a birthday party?" The man in the white shirt blinked and smiled slightly, "Why can't you come?"

He Tingge raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of pear blossoms, and the refreshing smell of wine was mixed with a faint sweet and greasy floral fragrance, which made people's spirits shake.

"Try it?" The man in the white shirt gestured to the wine glass on the table: "I don't like red wine, do you want to try the Chinese's own aged wine?"

He Tingge picked up the wine glass, and the aroma of the wine came to his nostrils. He raised his head and drank it. The clear wine was slightly spicy, but the fragrance lingered on his mouth. It was indeed a good wine.

"Good wine." He Tingge couldn't help sighing.

The man in the white shirt smiled: "I brewed it in my spare time. It has not been cellared for a long time, but the taste is just right."

"You made it?" He Tingge was slightly surprised.

"Yeah, you have to do something you like, right?" The white-clothed man smiled lightly: "After all, there are many things that you can't help yourself."

Hearing this, He Tingge nodded heavily, and it was true: "What kind of wine is this wine?"

"I chose the name myself, Li Huashi."

I am here

"Pear Blossom Poetry..." He Tingge recited silently, nodded and said, "It's worthy of the name."

The man in the white shirt laughed uncontrollably: "If I can be recognized by Marshal He, my wine is worth it."

He Tingge smiled when he said this: "Well, it's my honor that you can share your love of wine with me."

The two looked at each other and both smiled.

In the noisy crowd, the two chatted very happily. It seemed that He Tingge didn't feel bored when he saw this man. He even felt that it was too late to meet the man in front of him. He always felt that this man made him very comfortable.

"President Fu, can you go up and say something?"

Suddenly a middle-aged man walked in, who seemed to be a member of the conference, and He Tingge frowned when he heard this: "You..."

The man in white shirt nodded to the middle-aged man, looked back at He Tingge, and smiled: "My name is Fu Qingcheng."

My name is Fu Qingcheng......

The words in my mind twirled over and over again, as if a strange voice came from afar, green and clear: My name is Fu Qingcheng......

He Tingge watched Fu Qingcheng gradually disappear into the crowd in white clothes, and he couldn't recover from the feeling of lost and found for a long time, although he didn't know where this feeling came from...

Fu Qingcheng...his name is Fu Qingcheng...

Looking at the calm man among the crowd in the distance, Junxiu's face always seemed to have a friendly smile, and every gesture made him feel a sense of familiarity. After all, what is the relationship between us...

"What are you thinking?" It wasn't until Fu Qingcheng's clear voice sounded beside him that He Tingge came back to his senses and smiled: "It's nothing."

"Is that Miss Jin over there?" Fu Qingcheng smiled lightly, looking not far away, He Tingge looked over, and indeed saw Jin Yuyao looking over here, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "Why, President Fu will not