Rebirth of the Routine King

I thought that if something unexpected happened, Song Weimin would cancel today's dinner appointment. Unexpectedly, Wang Yan and the others received a call from Song Weimin as soon as they walked out of campus...

Until then, Wang Yan believed in a legend: leaders generally do nothing.

.....

Gao Lu didn't want to come to this meal. The reason was: I won't get involved in your family gathering.

Indeed, I received strong invitations from Song Zhiwen and Wang Yan!

Yes, Wang Yan also sent the most sincere and strongest invitation.

He was thinking this in his heart: If he was the only outsider, it might really be a family dinner! But if there were two outsiders, it would become an ordinary party.

Finally, Gao Lu was put into a taxi by Wang Yan and the other two.

Because Wang Yan was using too much force when lifting, he accidentally touched the private parts of Gao Lu's upper body. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he did it on purpose.

If he hadn't run so fast, haha!

....

The place where Song Weimin hosted a banquet had some secrets. It was neither a high-end hotel nor a restaurant with a booming business, but a remote small building that looked like a B&B.

Song Zhiwen had obviously been here before. After getting off the taxi, she took Gao Lu's arm and walked inside.

The main door is just a single-open wooden door, and there is a wooden sign hanging on the wall beside the door, which reads "Liu Lian Guan" in three regular scripts.

When you walk into the wooden door, you will see a small courtyard that is not big but quite artistic. At first glance, the flowers, plants, rocks and water in the courtyard are a bit messy, but as you walk around, you will feel a chaotic beauty.

Wang Yanxin said: This should be something created by a certain hidden master.

After passing the small courtyard, my eyes suddenly lit up!

In front of me is a two-story building with flashing neon lights.

While walking, I listened to Song Zhiwen's explanation: Liulian Pavilion is a private club that specializes in catering, meetings, and private talks. Catering is only available at night, and it will only accept three clients!

As Wang Yan listened, his thoughts wandered away. He knew that the word "guild hall" was very mysterious, and it was usually the exclusive favor of high-ranking officials and wealthy people.

In his last life, he also went to a guild hall with his boss Huang Yang, also in the mall, called Bingyou Club.

That time, Wang Yan's horizons were completely opened!

It was the first time he saw a star-level woman serving dishes; the first time he ate with gold bowls and silver chopsticks; the first time he knew that 250,000 yuan was just the price of a meal.

In this life, Wang Yan secretly vowed in his heart that he would buy ten guild halls like Bingyou Club!

"Wang Yan, what are you thinking about? I don't care when I talk to you..."

Wang Yan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I was wondering how much a meal in a club like this would cost?"

Song Zhiwen's eyebrows curved: "As long as you don't eat very strange things, it won't be very expensive! It's just that it's difficult to make an appointment without a recommendation from an acquaintance..."

Wang Yan smiled again and said: "Then how much does it cost to buy such a club?"

Song Zhiwen smiled even brighter: "It will cost a lot of money!"

Gao Lu arrived as promised and sarcastically said: "Your milk tea shop can only buy one door at most!"

Wang Yan said with a smile: "Then I will open a few more stores. If one day I really buy a club, Gao Lu! I can leave the job of looking after the gate to you!"

Gao Lu was angry and funny, so she raised her fist and hit Wang Yan.

While the three of them were talking and laughing, Song Zhiwen opened a door.

When Wang Yan walked in, he realized that the house was very large, almost as big as a three-bedroom apartment.

The decoration is ridiculously luxurious, the shape of the roof is something Wang Yan has never seen before, and freehand calligraphy and painting can be seen everywhere on the walls.

The eight-person dining table is made of unknown wood. It looks very simple and elegant. It is the same wood species as the eight noble-shaped seats.

Wang Yan put his hand on the chair, then raised it slightly, and then... didn't lift it.

So he applied a little more force... but still didn't move.

Wang Yan estimates that just one chair weighs one hundred kilograms, let alone an entire dining table!

A noble piano is placed directly behind the dining table. Regardless of what to say, even if no one is playing, the quality suddenly rises.

Sitting behind the left side of the piano is a

A beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam is playing an ancient musical instrument similar to the pipa.

Not only was it eye-catching, but the music was also very pleasant. There was a tinkling sound. Although Wang Yan couldn't understand it, he still took a few more glances at the beauty's thighs.

Behind the piano is a set of sofas, on which a middle-aged man and woman are sitting.

The woman Wang Yan knows is Song Zhiwen’s mother, a mahjong enthusiast who has completely let go of her body—Ms. Qi Yun.

I don't know the man Wang Yan. Judging from the way he and Qi Yun are chatting happily, they must have a close relationship.

Song Zhiwen ran to the sofa like a little bird.

What Wang Yan didn't expect was that she didn't sit next to her mother Qi Yun, but suddenly hugged the man's arm!

Three big question marks flashed on Wang Yan's forehead. By the way...you and your dad have never been so close, right?

Is it her uncle? Or uncle?

Wang Yan guessed correctly, the man was Qi Yun's biological brother and Song Zhiwen's uncle Qi Ming.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for many days! You miss me so much!"

Song Zhiwen pouted, bringing out the sweetness and cuteness of the girl to the extreme.

Qi Ming looked at Song Zhiwen with a fond smile: "My uncle is busy talking about a project during this period! He didn't go to school to see you. When the project is won, I will give you a big gift!"

"Okay! I want a pair of rings!"

"Okay!...Huh? Wenwen, why do you want a pair of rings?" Qi Ming asked a little strangely.

Song Zhiwen snorted: "Just tell me whether you want to buy it or not?"

"Buy, buy, buy! As long as my Wenwen says it, I will definitely buy it!"

Qi Yun stopped her: "My name, don't be too spoiled to Wenwen. Just buy her whatever she wants..."

Qi Ming smiled and said: "Wenwen's status in my heart is a little higher than yours! As long as she says it, as long as I can do it, I will definitely buy it for her!"

Song Zhiwen also cast a demonstrative look at her mother, as if to say: Look! Your daughter is so popular!

Qi Yun stopped paying attention to the uncle and nephew, stood up and said hello to Wang Yan.

He turned to Qi Ming and introduced: "My nickname, this is Wenwen's savior, my name is Wang..."

"My name is Wang Yan. I can't be called a lifesaver. I just helped out in times of crisis." Wang Yan smiled and extended his hand to Qi Ming.

Qi Ming also stood up, shook Wang Yan's hand lightly, and said with a smile: "I heard my sister and my brother talk about you. You are a very witty and brave young man!"

Qi Ming looks nothing like Qi Yun. Although Qi Yun has gained a lot of weight now, her facial features are still extremely nice!

Although Qi Ming is also a bit fat, her facial features...just look like she has grown by chance! Each of her features grows independently, and no one cares about the feelings of her face.

When he is not smiling, he exudes a hint of evil spirit, but when he smiles, his eyes narrow, he is extremely approachable, like a Maitreya Buddha!

Hmm... In Wang Yan's opinion, his face is a very strange combination.

Wang Yan wasn't going to take credit for rescuing Song Zhiwen, so he changed the subject and said, "Isn't Uncle Song here yet?"

When Wang Yan said this, his eyes were looking at Qi Yun, but the latter's face suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "Who knows! Maybe there was a car accident while driving!"

'hiss!'

Wang Yan forgot about the feud between Qi Yun and Song Weimin.

"Sister! What did you say when you came here? Don't say depressing words! If you do this again, don't visit the old man again during the Chinese New Year! You won't be allowed to enter the house!"

Qi Yun listened to Qi Ming's warning and said perfunctorily: "I know!"

Qi Ming said to Wang Yan: "I just called my brother-in-law, I guess it's about time."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and sat next to Gao Lu. He was going to learn from Gao Lu and be a good boy who said nothing and had a cold expression.

At this time, a woman suddenly walked out of the bathroom.

The woman is probably in her forties, about the same height as Gao Lu, about 1.7 meters tall, slightly hunched over, her face without makeup looks a little sallow, and her nasolabial folds are very obvious. She is from a farm family.

"Auntie!"

Song Zhiwen shouted to the plain-faced woman.

"Why!"

The woman also seemed to like Song Zhiwen very much and walked quickly to Song Zhiwen.

Qi Ming snorted: "If my brother-in-law hadn't asked you to come, I wouldn't have bothered to call you! Every time I eat, I have to go to the toilet first. I don't know where this stinky habit comes from!"

After being criticized by her husband, especially in front of two strangers, Wang Yan and Gao Lu, the woman suddenly felt embarrassed and quickly lowered her head.

Song Zhiwen glared at Qi Ming: "Uncle! Why do you always talk about Aunt Luo? If you talk about it again next time, I won't eat with you!"

Qi Ming quickly put on a smile: "Okay, okay, don't say it, don't say it..."

.....

Wang Yan finally figured out the messy relationship between this family.

Song Weimin and Qi Yun were at odds with each other; Qi Yun and plain-faced women were somewhat afraid of Qi Ming; Qi Ming doted on Song Zhiwen and admired Song Weimin.

"squeak!"

The door to the room was pushed open, and Song Weimin, who was tired of traveling, finally arrived.

He hung his coat on the hanger and shouted to Qi Ming: "My name, hurry up and serve the food, I'm probably starving."

Qi Ming responded, walked to a phone, and asked about serving food.

The positions where everyone sat were also very particular. Song Weimin sat in the main seat, and Qi Ming and Qi Yun sat on both sides. Originally Qi Yun didn't want to sit next to her husband, but Qi Ming forced her over.

Song Zhiwen's aunt is next to Qi Ming, Gao Lu is next to Song Zhiwen's aunt, on the other side, Song Zhiwen is next to her mother Qi Yun, and Wang Yan is flanked by Song Zhiwen and Gao Lu, who sit opposite Song Weimin.

The food was served very quickly, and within a few minutes, the entire table was full.

Wang Yan saw that the dishes were very beautiful, and most of them were home-cooked dishes whose names could be heard. There were only a few dishes of unknown meat quality that he didn't know what they were.

The wine was ordered by Qi Ming, and it was Maotai in two kilograms of dark red packaging.

He also did the job of pouring wine. He poured some into everyone's glasses, but Wang Yan, Song Weimin, and himself poured a full glass.

Song Weimin picked up the wine glass and said to Wang Yan: "Wang Yan, this meal is a little late, come on! I want to toast you a toast and thank you for helping my little girl in trouble."

When Wang Yan saw that Song Weimin didn't get up, he sat still, held the wine glass, smiled, and then took a big sip.

As soon as the cup fell, Qi Ming laughed and said: "Wang Yan, I'm here to pay you a tribute..."

Wang Yan was so happy that he picked up the wine glass and drank another one with Qi Ming. They just finished the glass of wine in two sips.

Seeing that Wang Yan's glass was empty, Qi Ming hurriedly stepped forward to pour wine, but Wang Yan politely refused and poured himself another full glass from the bottle.

There was only about one tael of wine in Qi Yun's cup, and she also said: "Wang Yan, auntie wants to toast you too, thank you for your kindness!"

Wang Yan was secretly worried, are you here to thank me? Are you trying to kill me?

Fortunately, Wang Yan didn't pay attention to the few glasses of wine. He picked up the wine glass and said cheerfully: "Okay!"

Wang Yan was smarter this time and only took a small sip.

But considering that he had just drank a drink, even if he just sipped the glass, no one would say anything.

After taking a few more bites of food, Aunt Song Zhiwen stood up and spoke a little stutteringly: "Wang Yan... I... also want to toast you."

Wang Yan quickly stood up and said with a smile: "Okay!"

Seeing Aunt Song Zhiwen drain the glass of wine in one gulp, Wang Yan also took a big gulp.

But Qi Ming laughed and said, "I like Wang Yan's temperament! Come on! You happen to still have a little wine in your glass, let's have another one!"

Before Wang Yan could say anything, Song Zhiwen said displeasedly: "Uncle, you have already drank with Wang Yan, and I haven't given him a drink yet!"

Qi Ming was startled, then smiled and said: "Okay, you two have one drink, and uncle, I will drink one with you."

Song Zhiwen stood up with a happy face, smiled at Wang Yan and said: "Wang Yan..."

Wang Yan waved his hand and said politely: "Stop it! You sit down first and let me eat some food first!"

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