Granting You Deep Feelings, May You Treasure It

Xuan Xiaoran suddenly stopped, and then looked at Hua Jinan's eyes with surprise.

Then, he suddenly burst into laughter, and finally, he choked on his saliva and coughed endlessly.

Hua Jinan put his hands around his chest, leaning on the wall inlaid with the white jade of Greece, and looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle Ling, give him a glass of water. It's always disappointing for him to choke to death here on such a family reunion day."

Xuan Xiaoran's face flushed from coughing, unable to speak out, and kicked it as soon as he stretched out his long legs.

Hua Jin'an dexterously hid, and Uncle Ling had already brought some water, Xuan Xiaoran only calmed down after drinking the water.

Uncle Ling smiled, "Master Xiao, what makes you laugh like this!"

Xuan Xiaoran stroked his throat and said, "Uncle Ling, when I have a chance, I will tell you that your stomach hurts while keeping you smiling. Now I can't help you to tell my mother, go to my room and get my blue Givenchy suit to iron me Yes, I'll go up and change it right away. By the way, I want the silver button set."

Uncle Ling nodded.

Hua Jinan smiled and looked at Xuan Xiaoran, "Still so hypocritical?"

Xuan Xiaoran stroked the stiff suit on her body, "Laughing too much, the suit will have broken lines."

Then he was full of disbelief, "Mr. Hua is handsome and rich, and we are so rich. Which one is such a big lady, can you bother you to fix it?"

In the past, he remembered that I would ask every time he met, hey, has he been dealt with by any woman recently?

So, this time he was too unexpected.

Hua Jinan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Laughing enough, I'll know how to say it later, I will go in first."

Xuan Xiaoran snorted coldly, "That Wu Daozi's painting will be sent to my house another day."

Without turning his head back, Hua Jin raised his hand and made a high gesture of OK.

The living room is enough for a large-scale singing and dancing party, but at this time there are already crowds of guests.

The gathering of the Chinese family is like a dinner party, singing and dancing, and lively.

When Hua Jinan walked in, the lively scene suddenly became quiet.

"Jin'an, why are you late?" It was Hua Jin'an's mother, Zheng Yunhua, who was the first lady in Beijing.

Hua Jinan smiled and hugged her gently, "Something in the company has been delayed for a while."

"Master An is now a man in the business world. He is known as Mr. Hua. His reputation is even louder than the master!"

A woman dressed up for wealth said with a sharp smile between her eyes.

Hua Jinan didn't lift his eyelids, and hugged his mother to walk inside, and stood still in front of the central theme, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm back late."

Old man Hua has a white-haired childlike face, deep and shrewd eyes, and full of energy.

"Half of the Hua family is on your shoulders, and no one dares to blame you for being late. Thank you so much."

Father Hua said with a smile.

Hua Jinan smiled slightly, "Grandpa, are you hitting your grandson in the face?"

"Whoever dares to slap my precious grandson in the face, I will fight hard with anyone."

Old lady Hua walked down from inside.

"Grandma, you are so beautiful tonight, no one can match this full house."

Hua Jinan said with a smile, and walked forward to give Granny Hua a big hug.

"Mom, you are really beautiful tonight." Hua Jinan spoke before, and the woman Hua Jinan ignored at this time stepped forward and said.

Mrs. Hua sullen, "You will come when you come, but you have to be safe. Don't think that I didn't hear the thorny words you just said. Jin An is well-known in the market, and it depends on him. If you have the ability, you can give birth to such a son."