Chapter 811

Soon, little Chengyi was one year old.

It is February in the cold winter, before the Spring Festival.

A few days ago, it was rare to have a snow in Shencheng. Although the whole city was not covered with snow, a thin layer could be accumulated on the ground, and the breath was full of white fog.

In the past few days, the cold wind has faded and the temperature has changed a little.

The huge sugar maple outside the capital of Huadu is withered, but it still stands proudly.

In the evening, despite the winter, this sleepless Shencheng is still bustling and charming to purple drunk gold fans. The neon lights are gorgeous and the lights are winding like a river.

Xiaochengyi's first year banquet was not arranged in the hotel. Yuxuan liked the warm and lively, so he arranged the venue in the capital of Huadu.

Such a large private villa has sufficient air conditioning and heating, without the slightest coolness.

At the meeting, there was a crisscross of wine and preparation, dressed in beautiful clothes and temples.

Although Li Yangxi and Mo Shuya are old, their elegant fur shows the noble elegance of Oriental women.

Li Nana has been pregnant for five months and has a big arc in her stomach. She doesn't look well due to prenatal depression. Her husband simply dotes on her at the top of his heart, takes good care of her and doesn't leave her for a moment.

Li Shiqi became a 20-year-old girl with a silver fishtail evening dress. She was still young and had a faint charm. Sophia is very sticky to this sister and is pestering her to change the princess dress for the baby.

Huo shaoting flew over from the imperial capital and took Huo Yixi and Huo Yisheng with him.

Xing Ye is still a dandy and unruly debauchery. Her narrow and cold Danfeng eyes are half narrowed and lock the little gentleman Huo Yisheng with a smile.

Perhaps I've never seen such a noble little boy walk over with a goblet and make fun of the little gentleman.

I don't know what he said to the little guy. Anyway, the eleven year old boy's face turned red.

Bad or Hangzhou emperor less bad.

Not far away, the man of Wei'an Jue Zhuo, dressed in a top-level handmade suit and holding a little fierce in his arms, appeared in the luxurious and bright living room.

"Mr. Li." Many distinguished families attending the meeting respectfully said hello to him, and he nodded respectfully.

Little fierce is wearing a blue suit today. The whole son is cute and unattainable, "Dad, mom..."

At the age of one, he was already very good at talking. Then he tilted his small head and glanced at Xing Ye, who had been soaked in urine by him not far away. He was more cheerful with eerie laughter.

Xing Ye, who was playing tricks on the little gentleman Huo Yisheng, immediately felt a chill on his back.

"Yes." Yingmei Sen was cold. He bit his thin lips and directly burst out a rude remark.

He handed the goblet in his hand to the attendant, then walked over, stretched out his arm and coaxed with a good temper: "Dad, son, come and hold you."

The proud and cold man gathered his eyes dangerously. Xing Ye immediately drew a corner of his mouth and bowed respectfully to Li Beichen, "Grandpa."

"Well, good grandson."

Xing Ye: "

What does it mean to have confidence without fear? This is called having confidence without fear!

Oh, who let him all the forces of Xing Ye in Hangzhou rely on Li Beichen. Even his present freedom is given by him.

Such a big living room is bustling.

Yuxuan is looking for Sheng Yilun in the crowd. It is obviously Xiao Chengyi's one-year-old banquet. The man who is his godfather drinks cup by cup. He doesn't know what's wrong with him hiding in the corner.

Some angry, suppressed the anger of indifference and alienation, Yuxuan walked over and asked him coldly, "where's Jiayi?"

Sheng Yilun smiled cynically, went on with a large glass of whisky mixed with beer, and then asked her calmly, "what did you say?"