As soon as the four of them walked downstairs, the lights in the hall lit up a few more degrees.

In the dazzling light, Lin Miao looked at Luo Shuai with a serious expression on his face and nodded instead of greetings with the crowd.

She looked at Luo Yan in a blink of an eye.

This is probably the origin of family learning.

"What are you looking at?" Luo Yan lowered his head and asked with a smile.

Lin Miao shook her head slightly, her eyes fixed in the distance, but she didn't pay attention. Several young people of her age were looking at each other in the crowd.

Luo Yan stared coldly, forcing everyone to open their eyes before following him.

"That's Zhou Qingwan's mother."

Lin Miao shook his head and understood why the man stared at her with resentful eyes.

But when she thought that Zhou Qingwan was the one who brought it to her own fault no matter what, she did not feel guilty or uneasy at all.

Shuai Luo quickly greeted everyone.

Everyone followed him to the temporary dining room that was converted from the living room.

The food was already on the table early in the morning and everyone sat down one by one.

Luo Yan took Lin Miao to Changqing's lower head, but found that there was only one chair.

"What's going on?"

Before Luo Yan could speak, Chang Qing took the lead in questioning.

"Madam, the people below don't know the situation at home, and they will arrange them according to their customs in previous years. I'll let you add them here," the butler came over carefully behind him.

Soon, someone brought a carved chair.

Luo Yan stared at the person who came and saw him put the chair to the end, and he pursed his lips into a thin line.

If I didn’t know it earlier, then I should have known it now, right?

The fiancée of the only son of the Luo family sat at the last place when she attended the banquet for the first time. Doesn’t this mean that the Luo family does not recognize her?

Almost all relatives and friends here. Seeing this scene, not to mention what they think, just say Lin Miao, when she gets married, does this courtyard and social circle have a foothold?

A layer of green air rose on Luo Yan's face.

He glanced at Changqing coldly and saluted Luo Shuai, "Dad, I wish you a happy birthday."

"I will hand over the gift to Uncle Wang, and I will leave first if I have something to do."

He pulled Lin Miao and walked out without looking back.

Lin Miao opened her mouth slightly and followed him blankly.

"Stop it," Changqing slapped the table.

Luo Yan stopped.

"Today, it's your father's birthday again. Who is going to let you be so presumptuous?"

Evergreen scolded coldly.

Luo Yan smiled sarcastically and looked back lightly.

"Dad, what do you think?"

"Luo Yan," Changqing raised his delicately painted eyebrows, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled violently.

Lin Miao blinked quickly.

What's going on?

Did she think too much?

The huge living room is so quiet that it can be heard.

The evergreen body wrapped in exquisite cheongsam trembled slightly.

"Ma Liu," Luo Shuai shouted deeply.

The housekeeper hurried forward.

"Put the chair next to Luo Yan."

Shuai Luo gave a light order.

Liu Ma rolled her eyes and said that the distance between the chairs here was arranged according to the length of the table.

Add one in temporarily, obviously not.

But Luo Shuai said again, he was the head of the family and his words must be carried out.

Everyone also thought of this and looked at Luo Yan as the first.

Sitting there was Luo Yan's uncle Chang Shu.

Seeing everyone's eyes, Chang Shu smiled and stood up, "Come on, let it go here."

He took the initiative to move the stool to the side.

Chang Qing glared at his younger brother, but did not dare to say a word.

Liu Ma stuffed the chair in.

"Eat," Luo Shuai picked up the chopsticks.

"I can't come yet," Changqing made a mistake in his back and snatched Lin Miao's eyes.

Lin Miao is very innocent.

Did she do nothing?

Luo Yan pulled Lin Miao to sit down.

Liu Ma hurriedly sent her a set of brand new tableware.

Lin Miao nodded politely and took it.

Luo Shuai raised his cup, said nothing, and just signaled it and it went to dry.

Everyone here followed suit.

Because of the little episode just now, everyone was a little more careful when eating.

On the contrary, Luo Shuai signaled Luo Yan to take good care of Lin Miao from time to time, and ignored the cold light that Changqing frequently swept, and recommended dishes that he thought were good.

After a meal, everyone understood Lin Miao's position in the minds of the Luo family father and son.

Liu Ma led the people to remove the table at a very fast speed.

The living room quickly returned to its original state.

Only a few small tables in the corner are placed with dessert fruits and various wines.

Everyone gathered together again, sitting or standing and talking.

"I'm full," Luo Yan asked Lin Miao with his head turned around.

Lin Miao nodded.

If they were fed one after another by their father and son, even a pig could be over.

"Take you to a place," he took Lin Miao to the backyard.

"This is," she looked at the flowers and green leaves, smelling the fragrance floating in the air, raised her face and looked at Luo Yan.

"Do you like it?"

Luo Yan smiled.

Lin Miao nodded.

Luo Yan pulled her through the flowers.

The flowers were dense and they couldn't help but wear bad dresses, so the two of them could only move forward slowly.

The noise and hustle and bustle behind me gradually faded away, and the surroundings gradually became quieter.

"It's here," Luo Yan led Lin Miao to stand still, took out the flashlight prepared in the morning, and fired a beam of light.

"So big," Lin Miao was surprised to see the big tree that could only be hugged by almost four or five people in front of him.

"Come on," Luo Yan smiled softly, pushed away the vines climbing the trunks, revealing a gap of a foot wide and narrow. After confirming, he stretched out his hand.

Lin Miao followed him in.

I found that it was surprisingly dry inside, and there was actually a specially treated leather in the corner.

Luo Yan spread the skin on the ground and signaled Lin Miao to sit down.

"This is the place I stayed the most often before I met you," Luo Yan put the flashlight aside, held his bent knees with both hands, leaning against the tree trunk.

Lin Miao followed him and leaned on him.

"What is that?"
To be continued...