Han Yu

Chapter 49 Banquet

"Where have you been?"

As soon as Han Fang stepped into the door, he heard his father's kind greetings. He raised his eyebrows and turned around immediately, half-closed his eyes and said lazily: "I met a fool on the road, and I wasted time."

This is what I don't want to say.

Fortunately, his father didn't bother with this issue too much, and cut to the point: "Come over for dinner."

Han Fang looked at the table with a strange expression, frowned, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to check the time. When he came back at this time as usual, no matter what excuse he used, he would always be greeted by a violent storm. It was rare that he didn't see him As usual, Han Fang was really not used to slapping the table with his feet.

Could it be that some unknown conspiracy is brewing.

As soon as he sat down and held the chopsticks, he unconsciously clenched his hands in doubt. Father Han glanced at him. When the latter looked up, he saw Father Han showing a fatherly smile, "Drink more soup, fresh food It's on."

It's fresh.

The chopsticks fell from Han Fang's hands with a snap, and he stared at his father with a ghostly expression on his face, and stared at the smile that had been accumulated on Father Han's face.

Han Fang said, "... what stimulated you, old man?"

Father Han's smile froze on his face, and the words squeezed out between his teeth, "I'm usually rough with you?"

Han Fang fell silent in a rare way. He lowered his head and rearranged the chopsticks. He stretched out his hand to scoop up the soup with a spoon. Before Father Han wanted to slap the table and scold a little brat, he had already curled his lips and said, "Dad, are you Is something wrong?"

Father Han paused for a moment when he was called by the sudden father, and his guilty conscience was stabbed right through him. After thinking about it, he said vaguely: "The Jiang family sent an invitation card, I was thinking about it." Take you to see."

Han Songfang opened the spoon, and the porcelain made a crisp sound of colliding. His beautiful and slender fingers paused in the air. Following a random arc from the corner of his mouth, his fingers were also casually clasped on the table. He leaned back and said in a flat tone, "For What?"

Father Han looked down at the soup that was filled in the small bowl. He felt that it was thick and delicious. He couldn't help but reach out and stir it with a spoon. Looking at the ripples that slowly opened up, he said, "The youngest daughter of Jiang's family who studied abroad is back. Jiang Jiang is famous for loving his youngest daughter. Of course there will be a party when he comes back."

Han Fang said abruptly, "I feel like a blind date."

Father Han tightened his grip on the spoon, and glanced over with his expression unchanged, "That's not a good time to find another one for you."

Han breathed a sigh of relief, and did not filter which Jiang family it was in his mind a few times. He has always been indifferent to these families, and his temper is that he will never repent. Send that person to hang himself, and there is no one in this brain circuit.

This surname seems a bit familiar.

Han Fang let out a sigh of relief and put the trouble behind him, and said two words with care, "I'll go."

Father Han's expression was a mixture of overjoyed and unbelievable. He didn't expect Han Fang to agree so easily without the threat of a stick or a piece of candy.

Han Fang saw that his father left the table in front of him and was about to run upstairs, so he couldn't help standing up and shouting, "Dad, why are you going?"

Father Han left a word without looking back.

"Today is a memorable day, I took notes."

Han Fang: "..."

Qiao Yu has two eyes.

The first ten years or so were used to observe the movement of idiots in all directions, and the following days were mainly focused on Han Fang.

As soon as he received the news that Han Fang might be going to the Jiang family's banquet, he quickly sent someone to find the invitation that had been left aside earlier, and at the same time began to open the closet.

"What do you think of blue?"

Secretary: "Are you going to a blind date party?"

Qiao Yu glanced over and felt chills running down his spine, and said in a deep and forceful voice, "Answer me."

"..." Secretary, "Very good, great, very noble."

"What about black?"

"Low-key luxury has connotations."

"red?"

Before the secretary racked his brains to come up with compliments, Qiao Yu had already said to himself: "This won't work, it's too eye-catching at first glance, his preferences are not like this..."

he?

The secretary suddenly felt that he had touched the truth that had to be said.

In the end, I settled on blue.

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the job was done, and suddenly heard Qiao Yu's cold voice, "How can a tie make people feel better?"

"..."

Aren't you always showing off in black suits before, why now you're out of routine and in suits.

The secretary pondered for a while, "I think any match according to your conditions will be fine."

Qiao Yu's tone was cold, "I don't pay you wages for you to fart."

"..." The secretary said, "Let's go with black, black is versatile."

After an intense and anxious wait, it was finally time to join the Jiang family's dinner party.

eight pm.

Qiao Yu and Jin Jiyan met by fate, and before getting out of the car, they heard a greeting: "Young Master Qiao."

Looking up, it was Jin Jiyan who nodded at him. Although Qiao Yu was not expecting this person at all, he still tried his best to perfectly perfunctory on the surface.

Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled at the corners of his lips, giving people an inexplicable chilly feeling. Jin Jiyan felt that the back of his spine was always getting cold unconsciously in front of Qiao Yu.

He silently thought that Qiao Yu would also have the effect of dispelling heat in summer.

Then Qiao Yu asked in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you see little Jin Shao?"

As soon as Jin Jidong was mentioned, Jin Jidong's face became weird, and he didn't know why Jin Jidong became so obsessed. It was not enough to be cleaned up, but the previous son went to look for it again, and it was not enough to be stabbed by him. Ken gave up and had to find Han Fang, but he almost crawled back that day.

Jin Jidong looked happy: "Brother, Han Fang doesn't hate me."

Jin Jiyan looked at his younger brother's bluish and purple face like a palette, and asked slowly, "How can you see that?"

"He didn't kill me."

"..."

Jin Jidong still had a happy face: "I definitely still have a chance."

Jin Jiyan silently agreed with this sentence in his heart, and there must be a chance to come to the door and take the initiative to seek death.

However, his younger brother hasn't learned his lesson yet. When he heard that Han Fang might come to the Jiang family's dinner party, he clamored to go with him. The face has settled down.

He asked, "Do you want Han Fang to see you like this?"

In fact, what Jin Jiyan wanted to say was that horrible appearance.

Just like an art student who paints with his palette in a mess, Jin Jiyan suspected that Han put his hands on his face because of this intention, which made Jin Jidong feel ashamed to go out. Run out and bother him.

Have to say, he did.

Jin Jidong was shocked by himself in the mirror, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. Jin Jiyan breathed out to comfort his younger brother, "When the wound on your face is almost healed, go to Han Fang and say Maybe at that time, when he is in a better mood, he will be more pleasing to your eyes."

A pleasing to the eye might make it easier to handle.

Jin Jidong didn't get the subtext, and felt that what his brother said was really reasonable, but he was still very wronged.

"You don't want to just go to see Han Fang with a swollen face, do you? Rub it with eggs at home these days, maybe it will disappear early."

"...Hmm."

It was at this time that Jin Jiyan discovered that his younger brother was actually a simple and easy-to-deceive fool.

Jin Jiyan walked out the door and watched his younger brother rubbing his face with an egg.

Tsk, this idiot doesn't know how to rub with safflower oil.

Although he thought so in his heart, Jin Jiyan didn't intend to remind his brother that it would be best for him to spend a few days at home peacefully.

Now that Jin Jidong was mentioned by Qiao Yu, Jin Jiyan thought of his brother's idiot deeds, and his expression became a little weird, and he passed away in a daze.

At this time, Qiao Yu didn't know that Jin Jidong came to beat up Han Fang again, but saw his expression suddenly changed and returned to normal, confused him, frowning slightly.

Tsk, the most difficult thing in the Jin family is the father and son. Fortunately, the younger one has no brains and is easy to deal with.

My mind went round and round a thousand times, but when it came to my face, I didn't show the mountains and dews. What I played was a kind of Tai Chi.

When Han put it on, the eyes of different people in several places stared at him almost instantly.

Han Fang frowned slightly, feeling a chill behind his back.

This feeling is like there are countless idiots staring at him in the dark.

Jiang Jiang sized up the young man for a long time in a place Han Fang couldn't see, and finally turned to look at his little daughter, "...is that the one?"

Jiang Qian bit her lower lip and nodded, but his father said with some hesitation: "Find someone who is prettier than you... can this work?"

"..."

Jiang Mo has a younger sister who is studying abroad, named Jiang Qian, who is very indifferent.

Probably almost a passerby.

The only advantage of his sister coming back is that he recruited Han Fang.

In other words, how could Han Fang suddenly come to these boring banquets for no reason...

Jiang Mo glanced at the father and daughter standing on the second floor, and then looked in the direction they were looking at just now——

That person just stood there casually, indifferently, casually, and the moment he glanced at you, you seemed to wish that people all over the world would disappear in his eyes.

...so that he can only see you.

The hand holding the wine glass is just a little tighter.