Chapter 689 (1/2)

Duanmu e snorted. His bright eyes fell on Duanmu Sheng. He had some helplessness and headache.

For this son, the age gap is about 60 years old, so the generation gap between the old man and him is like a natural ravine.

Especially now those young people are chasing things that duanmu'e, who has been in the army all his life, does not like.

Duanmusheng is too young and lively, so he can't help but annoy the old man in many ways.

In this way, Rong Yun becomes a bridge between the two, but because of the embarrassment of her identity, most of the time she can only make peace.

At the moment, when Rong Yun finished, seeing that the old man didn't retort, she immediately called duanmusheng, ”Xiao Sheng, come here, don't you mean there's a gift for these two girls?”

Duanmusheng stands in front of the table and nods. Then he walks slowly to inkstone Shiqi with a small book in his arms.

Duanmusheng is the youngest son in his family, even ten years younger than his uncle's son.

He came forward to give gifts, and the people present also turned their eyes on him.

As for the other uncles, they sipped their cups calmly.

Anyway, no matter what the boy wants to give, he can't match them.

The happiest is the third!

Two planes. Who else!

All the people are waiting in a different place. As duanmusheng gets closer to inkstone, his ears are red.

My heart is pounding. If I have a big voice, I can jump out.

At this time, he stood in front of Yan Shiqi, blinking nervously, holding the small book tightly in his arms, hesitating how to open his mouth.