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Someone received a signal from the elders and refuted Mother Yan: "Then how long are we going to wait? If they don't come, we'll just keep waiting?"

Yan's mother: "Qinghe has always done things properly. If he is sure that he will not come, he will send a message in advance to let me know. I haven't received the message now. I should be on my way."

The man choked his neck and said in a choked voice: "Then there must be a time limit for waiting? What if they didn't see the news? Even if Yan Qinghe became the lord, the clan council of the Yan family, as a junior of the Yan family, let so many It's not right for the elders to wait together."

Yan's mother straightened her temples, her posture was graceful: "You are a junior, it's right to choke with me? Sanshu Yan usually teaches you like this?"

Uncle Yan San was the elder sitting in front of this junior. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly: "It's really not plausible. Mrs. Zhang asked us to wait, so we just have to wait."

The wife in charge of the family is in charge of the inside and outside of Yan's mansion, her name sounds flimsy, but she is a real power, which is also the reason why Yan's mother can participate in the clan meeting.

Uncle Yan insinuated that Mother Yan was using power to overwhelm others, and Father Yan, who had been indifferent until now, spoke.

He doesn't care what others say, but it's not enough to talk about Yan Mu in front of him.

Father Yan said impatiently: "If you don't want to wait, go out. It would be against the clan rules to notify the clan opening soon. If anyone has any objections, then we can choose another day to reopen."

The patriarch has absolute power to act in these matters, and if Father Yan is really determined to open it another day, it will be useless no matter how much they toss about.

During the stalemate between the two parties, the atmosphere in the room became colder and colder.Until Lang Xiao opened the door and came in, breaking the silence in the room

"Hiss—a lot of snow suddenly fell outside. It's such a cold day, and you don't turn on the heating in the house?"

He shivered and sneezed. Lang Xiao grew up in the north, and every family started to burn the stove in late autumn. At that time, he didn't feel how cold the snow was.However, there was no sign of snow falling today, and the weather was fine when we went out. Halfway through, snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

Later, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger. Walking here from the main entrance, Lang Xiao's hair was covered with snowflakes. At this moment, half of the snowflakes had melted into his hair. It was cold and wet, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Mother Yan got up and came over to help him brush off the falling snow, and said angrily, "You child, you don't even know how to hold an umbrella under the snow."

Lang Xiao rubbed the tip of her cold nose and defended herself coquettishly: "I hit it, but it was useless. It was windy and snowy outside, and the snow fell obliquely. I was covered with an umbrella, and I was so cold If I couldn't bear it, I ran over first, while Brother Yan and the others were still walking behind."

"In such a cold day, Qinghe doesn't know how to tell you to wear more clothes." Mother Yan's eyes were full of distress, she held Lang Xiao's hand softly, "Look, your hands are so cold."

Lang Xiao laughed: "Your hands are not much warmer than mine."

Here, the loving mother and the son are filial and happy, which is particularly eye-catching to some people.

"Lang Xiao, I haven't said hello to all the clan uncles yet."

Someone behind said loudly.

Lang Xiao followed the source of the sound, only then did he see a group of people sitting beside him.

Lang Xiao bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's too dark, I didn't notice it just now."

It gets dark early after winter, especially with thick windproof curtains installed in this room, the light can only come in from the surrounding windows, now the sky is dark, the light inside the house is dim, and they don't make any noise, Lang Xiao really didn't notice arrive.

The speaker has no intention and the listener intends it, and some people's ears will automatically misinterpret it into another meaning.

Is Lang Xiao mocking them for being too inconspicuous?Or is it that people like himself are not worthy of being looked down upon by him?

Mother Yan sent someone to turn on the lights, and the room was lit up.

The sudden flash of light made the eyes uncomfortable. Lang Xiao narrowed his eyes and saw the person sitting opposite him clearly. Although he was surprised by the number of people, Lang Xiao still greeted him calmly.

He smiled politely and said, "This must be the clan uncles. It's the first time we met. I don't know what you like, so I simply prepared some small gifts..."

Someone sitting on the chair said in a strange voice: "Lord Lang really doesn't regard himself as an outsider, he calls him very affectionate."

The smile on the corner of Lang Xiao's mouth closed a bit, those who came would not come if they were not kind, he made several guesses about what was going to happen today on the way, but he didn't expect that these people were so anxious that they didn't even have the time to greet them on the surface.

Old Master Yan, who was sitting in the main seat, coughed heavily at this moment: "What nonsense are you talking about? Lang Xiao has entered the family tree, so naturally he is our Yan family."

The man who choked with Lang Xiao cupped his hands perfunctorily at Lang Xiao: "The old man is right, it was my inappropriate words, Uncle Wu will apologize to you."

Lang Xiao's smile didn't reach his eyes: "It's okay, no matter how long it takes, the family members can still be distinguished clearly. Fifth Uncle Yan kindly reminded me, I should be grateful."

Fifth Uncle Yan's face turned red, and he almost pointed his nose at him and said he was a bastard.

He was about to open his mouth to scold Lang Xiao angrily, when the door was pushed open again, and the three of Yan Qinghe walked in.

Bao inquired about shaking off the snowflakes on the umbrella, then closed the umbrella, complaining: "Boss, you too, what are you doing running so fast in the snow, what if you fall down?"

Lang Xiao stopped looking at this side, and walked towards Yan Qinghe: "Why are you here now?"

Yan Qinghe took off the cloak and handed it to Qi An, turned his head to look around, hugged Lang Xiao and walked to the empty chair on the left.

Lang Xiao frowned, he only saw the abnormality of the seat now.

Two people, only one chair, who sits and how to sit is a problem.

Fifth Uncle Yan gloated: "Nephew, don't blame the uncles for being unreasonable. Only those in power in the family can sit on this chair. This is the rule."

A gleam of pleasure flashed in Yan Wushu's eyes. He has been running rampant in the Yan family for so many years, but today he was called a bastard by a junior.

According to the rules of the Yan family, the person who can sit on this golden nanmu chair can only be the head of the family.The financial power that the head of the family can exercise is very wide, but the most important thing is the right to speak in the Yan family.

It doesn't matter if you are the lord, if you enter Yan's house, there must be someone standing in the meeting today!

Yan Qinghe knew that there were many rules in the family, so he didn't take them seriously, but he couldn't wrong Lang Xiao.

Yan Qinghe pulled the chair away and signaled Lang Xiao to sit down, but Lang Xiao turned sideways and pressed Yan Qinghe on the chair.

Yan Qinghe glanced at him in disapproval, got up and was about to pull Lang Xiao over, Lang Xiao took two steps back, begging for mercy jokingly: "Brother Yan, please forgive me, it's cold enough in this room, sit down again A hard bench, how much I suffer."

Seeing that he was serious about what he said, Yan Qinghe had no choice but to give up.

He turned his head to look at Old Master Yan who was sitting on the high platform, and asked: "Patriarch, this is the first time for Xiaoxiao to attend a meeting, can you make an exception and let him sit on a small soft stool?"

Old Master Yan nodded: "Sure, take your seat quickly, the delay is too long."

After a few more words, he couldn't sit still.

Lang Xiao got permission and didn't procrastinate any longer. He took out a small soft stool and unfolded it, and sat down on Yan Qinghe's left.

Everyone watched this scene in silence, and no one spoke for a while.

The position of each chair is particular. On the left, the position of Yan Qinghe is the closest to the old man, and it is also the place that the person with the highest status in the host family can do.

Now that Lang Xiao is sitting on the left side of Yan Qinghe, it doesn't make sense that he can touch Old Man Yan as soon as he stretches out his hand.

Let’s talk about his small ottoman, if you have to be careful, it’s an ottoman sofa with a backrest that can be adjusted back and forth.

Lang Xiao sank into the soft chair, and placed two heaters on the left and right sides to ensure that Yan Qinghe and Baodao Qi An standing behind them would be warm.

The corners of Yan Wushu's eyes twitched, and he tried his best to restrain himself and said, "Master, this, this is not appropriate."

Mrs. Yan also thought it was inappropriate at first, but Lang Xiao's heater was circulating heat, and the power was still high.

The warm wind sent around, and the hands of Old Master Yan hidden in his sleeves became warmer, and his expression eased: "What's wrong with this, the person in charge of their family has already decided, and Lang Xiao is the lord again, sit It fits right here."

Lang Xiao grinned at the old man Yan, "Old man, I came here in a hurry this time. The gift I originally thought to bring you was a bit crude, but now it feels just right."

Old Master Yan raised his eyes and became interested: "Let me take a look, what did you bring me?"

The person on the right watched curiously as Lang Xiao handed a gift box to Qi An. Qi An walked over to the old man and said something softly. The old man stood up tremblingly, and Qi An quickly put something on the chair.

What Lang Xiao brought to Mrs. Yan was a small, multifunctional massage chair that he newly built. It can automatically sense and adjust to the most comfortable position for the occupant, adjust the temperature according to the temperature, and massage and stimulate the acupoints.

Old Master Yan sat down and felt it for two seconds, and his whole body felt comfortable.

"Not bad, you have a heart."

The soreness and coldness of the waist are well relieved, and the cold and hard chair becomes soft and comfortable.

He can last another night in this meeting!

Lang Xiao smiled shyly: "As long as you like it."

This chair was made by a flash of inspiration when he was paralyzed for too long and his waist was a little sore.

Lang Xiaoyou passed two heaters to Yan's father and Yan's mother, nestled in the chair and did not move anymore.

The room continued to be silent, Lang Xiao was puzzled, and his eyes signaled Yan Qinghe: Isn't there a meeting?

Yan Qinghe stretched out his hand to the warm air vent and didn't want to move: It's okay, just use up like this, eat something when you're hungry.

Lang Xiao: ...

The two men were flirting with each other, and a young man couldn't hold back and said, "Isn't... the position that Lord Lang is sitting in is not very suitable."

Father Yan: "This situation is written in the family rules, which is reasonable."

Uncle Yan's eyes were gloomy: "After all, the clan rules were left by our ancestors thousands of years ago, and the dogma is outdated. If the patriarch always follows the clan rules whenever he encounters a problem, how can he lead the clan to stand firm in the turmoil and protect us?" The Yan family has a century-old foundation."

Father Yan didn't even raise his eyes, "At the beginning of the troubled times more than [-] years ago, when the patriarchal election was urgently held, you didn't say that, third brother."

"20 years ago, it was you who said that the family rules cannot be violated, and now it is you who say that the family rules are outdated."

"Does the Yan family listen to you or the patriarch?"

Uncle Yan's face turned livid: "Of course I listen to the patriarch."

Father Yan: "Is the head of the Yan family now you or me?"

Back then, Father Yan and Uncle Yan participated in the patriarchal election together, and Uncle Yan lost.

Bringing up the old story now is undoubtedly throwing salt on Uncle Yan's wound.

Third Uncle Yan struggled for a while, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Of course it's you."

Father Yan: "As the head of the Yan family, I said that Lang Xiao's sitting here is in line with the Yan family's rules. Do you have an opinion?"

"……No."

Although Lang Xiao didn't understand the past of these two people, but seeing Uncle Yan's expression, he understood everything.

He took out the pistachio nuts and started nibbling with relish——Father Yan murdered his heart.

Old Master Yan squinted at Lang Xiao and signaled: Give me some too.

Lang Xiao: ...

Old naughty old naughty old naughty old naughty old man Yan is becoming more and more childish at this age, he will not give up until he can get pistachios.

Lang Xiao had no choice but to pass a can of mixed nuts to Old Master Yan.

Old Master Yan got what he wanted and coughed twice: "The second clan meeting of No. 80 of the Yan family starts now."