The two talked as they walked, and soon passed the front hall and came to the main courtyard.
There is a small courtyard in the main yard. Three children are playing there now. The oldest is only five or six years old, and the youngest is still babbling.
Seeing Song Qingwei, the oldest boy immediately ran over happily.
"aunt!"
Song Qingwei smiled brightly, half squatted down, hugged him, touched his head and said, "Le Le, you've grown taller."
"aunt!"
"aunt..."
The other two children also ran over. Song Qingwei was surrounded by the three little ones and was smiling very happily.
After chatting and laughing for a while, Song Qingwei stood up and said, "You guys continue playing. I'll go see your grandfather first."
Chen Chuan stood there, smiling at the group. Song Qingwei explained, "These are all my cousin's children. He said he wants three more, so we can have two mahjong tables."
Shen Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
At this moment, a hearty voice came from inside: "Let me see who is saying bad things about me."
The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly man with a resolute yet handsome face walking towards them with a smile on his face.
The man was about thirty-four or thirty-five, slightly taller than Chen Chuan. He was wearing a T-shirt in the autumn weather, and his muscles made him look very masculine.
"Brother, how come your ears are so good!"
Song Qingwei called out affectionately, and Shen Chuan could tell that the brother and sister had a very good relationship.
"Hahaha, next time I'll see if you dare to say bad things about me behind my back."
As he spoke, he looked at Chen Chuan again and asked with a smile, "Who is this little brother?"
Song Qingwei took Chen Chuan's hand, smiled, and introduced him to him, "Dear, this is my brother Song Mingan. He is the famous Boss Song in the entertainment industry. He has five or six first-tier artists under his management, and even more second- and third-tier artists."
Chen Chuan smiled slightly and extended his hand: "Hello, Mr. Song, my name is Chen Chuan, and I am Qingwei's boyfriend."
Song Ming'an had a surprised smile on his face. He reached out, held Chen Chuan's hand, and applied a little force.
"Why call me Mr. Song? That's too formal. Since you're Qingwei's boyfriend, just call me Brother Song."
Shen Chuan felt the strength in his hand, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and reveal a meaningful smile.
"Then I won't be polite, Brother Song."
Song Qingwei had a smile on her face, but she didn't know that the two men were secretly competing with each other at this moment.
Song Ming'an intended to weigh the boy in front of him for Song Qingwei. Of course, he had no ill intentions, it was just a pure test.
Chen Chuan didn't think too much about it. Seeing Song Ming'an trying hard, he naturally wouldn't remain indifferent.
"This kid has some strength."
As soon as the two sides shook hands, Song Mingan knew that Chen Chuan was not a weakling. He had been doing fitness exercises for many years, and with his sturdy figure and big palms, ordinary people would not be qualified to last even a second in an arm wrestle with him.
He decided to put in a little more strength, while keeping his eyes fixed on Shen Chuan's expression. If he showed any sign of pain, he would let go immediately.
"Huh? This kid!"
Song Mingan was still thinking about Chen Chuan, but he didn't expect that the next moment a huge force would come from the other party's palm, making him feel a little pain.
The next moment, Chen Chuan pulled his hand away very naturally and looked at him with a smile.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Song Mingan laughed out loud, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"Brother, what are you laughing at?"
Song Qingwei was confused. They shook hands, but why did Song Mingan become happy?
"Weiwei, your boyfriend is quite interesting. Okay, the old man is already seated, you two follow me in."
"What just happened between you and my brother?"
Song Qingwei was such an intelligent person. Song Mingan's sudden change made her realize that something had happened between the two of them that she didn't know about. But no matter how she thought about it, she had no idea that the two had just had a fight.
Chen Chuan said casually: "It's nothing, I can see that your brother treats you well."
Since he didn't say anything, Song Qingwei could only keep her doubts in her heart.
Led by Song Mingan, the two entered the courtyard. After walking more than ten meters, an open-air restaurant came into view.
At this moment, two charming women were busy cooking. One of them was Song Qingwei's mother, and the other was Song Ming'an's mother.
In the corner, there was a large chessboard with one person sitting on each side of the board and three people standing on the side.
One of them was a white-haired but energetic old man who looked to be in his eighties or nineties. He was the birthday boy today, the old man that Song Qingwei mentioned.
Opposite him was a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties with a dignified face. He looked a bit like the old man. At first glance, he looked very much like the elderly Song Mingan, who was Song Qingwei's uncle.
As for the three people standing next to them, one of them was Song Qingwei's father.
Among the other two people, there was a beautiful woman who looked a bit like Song Qingwei and was also an extremely beautiful woman. The last person was a man in his twenties, wearing expensive and decent clothes. He stood next to the beautiful woman with a smile on his face. Judging from their expressions, they should be lovers or a couple.
The five people looked at the chessboard intently, all observing the rule of watching chess in silence.
"Master, Qingwei and her friends are here."
After Song Mingan brought the two people over, he spoke with a smile.
Hearing this, Song Qingwei's uncle glared at her, quite dissatisfied.
But the old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up: "You're lucky, kid, this game is a draw."
Uncle Song Qingwei was displeased when he heard this: "Old man, this is not the behavior of a gentleman. It seems that I have won the game, so how can it be a draw?"
"What do you mean you win?" The old man glared and pointed at the chessboard, "I have all my chariots, horses, and cannons, how can you win?"
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