Yan Junyan narrowed his eyes and hugged Mu Ruofei even more.
When Song Yin'er saw this picture, her pupils twisted and shrank violently!
"Put things down, go down." Yan Junyan waved his hand, extremely impatient.
"Miss Song, just hand over the gift to your subordinates." The housekeeper came over and reached out to pick up the things in Song Yin'er's hand.
Song Yiner gently turned her body and avoided it.
The housekeeper was empty and almost fell.
Yan Junyan had cold eyes and a whirring coldness burst out all over his body.
The air around him dropped several degrees instantly.
The guests present couldn't help but hold the wine glass tightly and sweat for Song Yin'er.
There was no sound or the flow of the air, I could feel it clearly.
Time froze at this moment.
"Master Yan, Yin'er has been preparing this gift for a long time and wants to give it to you personally." Song Yin'er spoke in a desperate fear.
On the surface, she was very calm and had no abnormality at all, as if she was not affected by any influence.
In my heart, I was already scared.
If it weren't for the belief that Mu Ruofei had pulled down, Song Yin'er would have long since collapsed to the ground.
How could it be possible that you still have the courage to stand in front of Yan Junyan?
"Young Master..." The housekeeper was embarrassed.
If it were normal, he would have ordered the maid to put Song Yin'er down.
But today is the birthday of the young master.
There were so many guests at the scene, and the butler didn't dare to act too hard for a moment, for fear of ruining the young master's interest.
Yan Junyan raised his eyebrows.
"Miss Song, the young master means that you will give the gift to your subordinates."
Song Yin'er bit her lip, thought for a while before speaking-
"Master Yan, Yin'er has prepared two gifts today, one is the painting in the brocade box, and the other is the opera troupe specially sent by Yin'er to invite from Songguo to serve as a special agent for Mr. Yan.
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"Perform." Yan Junyan interrupted Song Yin'er's words.
"Yes!" Song Yin'er was overjoyed and quickly asked the maid to call the troupe to come in.
The troupe entered the lobby and began to prepare.
Song Yin'er walked over and handed the brocade box to the troupe.
Then, retreat to the side and sit.
Seeing that she had nothing serious happened, Yan Junyan calmed down a little.
Mu Ruofei also relaxed, looked at Shangguan Jie quickly, and picked up her pen to continue painting.
She has no interest in listening to operas.
Yan Junyan's thoughts were not in the troupe.
The reason why I agreed was that I didn’t want to disturb Mu Ruofei’s paintings.
With his brown eyes closed, he lowered his head, and he picked Mu Ruofei, asking her to draw the pattern she wanted on the paper.
Seeing that Yan Junyan was not angry, and there was no blood on the scene, the guests breathed a sigh of relief and continued their conversation just now, but most of the people's attention was focused on the troupe.
A stagnant storm seemed to have passed like this.
Soon, the troupe set up a formation and started performing.
The guests were not interested in listening to the opera—
Generally, only when there is an old man’s birthday at home will a troupe be hired.
Most of Yan Junyan’s guests were in business and were not old. They liked to dance and sang opera more.
Compared to the graceful dance posture of Wuki, the troupe seems boring.
There was no one watching the show at the scene.
Everyone continued to chat and clinked glasses...
However, when the show started, everyone's eyes were attracted by it-
The opera troupe actually treated the story of Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan as a script, adapted their events back then into a play, and performed them in front of many people!