"Cousin, please take a seat." Yan Xin gracefully invited Pan Yue to sit on the sofa and personally poured her tea. Then he sat down on the single sofa opposite, a warm smile on his handsome face.
His manners are elegant and calm, and his bearing is outstanding.
"Grandpa told me to come back this time and make sure to meet up with my relatives and friends. He's been abroad for years and has been missing his homeland and his dear friends. It's a pity he was too busy to come back with us. When I come back, he told me to visit them in person."
"We should be the ones visiting Mr. Yan." Pan Yue was flattered.
Her family has a very distant relationship with the Yan family. Only her grandfather played with Mr. Yan when he was a child.
Her grandfather has been dead for many years.
I didn't expect the Yan family's heir to be willing to acknowledge this relationship after returning. He is very approachable and has no airs at all.
She had the honor of attending the cocktail party held at No. 7 Huaqiao Road last night.
Although she was a powerful figure in the literary and art circles, she would not have been qualified to participate if Yan Xin had not sent her an invitation.
There are real benefits to attending a cocktail party.
Not to mention the connections she made, just based on her resume from last night, no one in the company could surpass her.
The leaders above have to give her some face.
"You're welcome, cousin." Yan Xin poured himself a cup of tea. The exquisite celadon was held in his slender fingers, with a beauty that was pleasing to the eye. He looked at Song Jingliang with a sour face with a smile on his lips.
"Is this my cousin's son?"
Pan Yue kicked Song Jingliang and said, "Call me uncle!"
Song Jingliang didn't want to come in the first place, and now he had to call a stranger who was about his age uncle, which made him extremely unhappy.
The first time Song Jinyan saw Yan Xin, he was very displeased. It was bad enough that a grown man looked better than a woman. But he actually had hair that was longer and more beautiful than a woman's. What kind of character was that?
Perverted, right?
It must be abnormal.
As expected, the fake foreigners who come back from abroad all have all kinds of problems.
"Call uncle quickly."
Song Jingliang raised his head proudly, and at his mother's urging, he had to call out, "Uncle."
Yan Xin seemed not to notice Song Jingliang's reluctance and snapped his fingers behind him.
Lao Wu immediately presented a big red envelope.
"This is a greeting gift from the elders to the younger ones."
"No." It's frustrating enough to call him uncle, and if he accepts the red envelope, wouldn't he really become the nephew?
"My uncle gave it to me, why don't you thank me?" Pan Yue kicked her son again.
She heard that Yan Xin had returned to China and met with many of his former family friends and relatives, giving red envelopes to every one of them. Not one was left out, and all of them were large enough for an average family to live on for a year. Many people considered it an honor to receive red envelopes from Yan Xin.
My son is coming today, and it would be really terrible if I didn’t receive a red envelope.
Song Jingliang reluctantly accepted the red envelope.
Since his uncle had called him and he had already received the red envelope, it would be foolish of him to make a scene again. So he let go and sat down on the sofa carelessly. The comfortable sofa made him look down on the "fake foreigner" opposite him.
What capitalist countries return is vanity.
Yan Xin nodded slightly at Song Jingliang, which made Song Jingliang stunned. The boy's face turned red, and he felt a little guilty and embarrassed.
"What are you looking at? What's so good about it?" Really.
Can't you see that I despise him? Why am I still smiling at him?
No future.
Lao Wu, who was standing at the back, also looked at Song Jingliang in surprise. The young master seemed to treat him a little differently!
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