Wen Xin looked at Su Biyu, turned to Lei Ren and asked, "Sister Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"
Lei Ren smiled sarcastically and said: "Physiological needs, physiological needs!"
After going to the toilet, Su Biyu walked out easily, but when she met Lei Ren's gaze, her fair and pretty face turned red for no reason, and then she glared at Lei Ren fiercely, as if to warn Lei Ren.
If Ren tells others about her scandal in the elevator, he will never end up with Lei Ren.
The cell phone on Wen Xin's body rang at this moment. When she saw that it was Ding Xiangru calling, she quickly picked up the call.
"Xin'er, have they been rescued?" Ding Xiangru asked anxiously.
Lei Ren said excitedly; "They are all fine now that they are out."
"That's good!" Ding Xiangru pondered for a moment and said to Wen Xin, "See if they can come to the birthday party?"
Hearing what Ding Xiangru said, Wen Xin remembered that Ding Xiangru's birthday party was about to start, and couldn't help but screamed: "Oops! Sister Xiaoru, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with your birthday party."
Ding Xiangru said on the phone: "It doesn't matter! Just hurry up and come here. I will drag the birthday party as far back as possible."
"Oh, okay, we'll rush over right away." Wenxin agreed.
Wenxin was originally going to take Lei Ren and Su Biyu to get their hair done, but seeing that it was too late, she had no choice but to thank the rescue team and rush towards Ding Xiangru's villa.
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When the banquet began, Ding Xiangru became the bright moon in the villa, attracting the attention of the guests like stars holding the moon.
"Miss Ding is getting more and more beautiful, with those black eyes and red lips... Oh, I really wonder how God created such a beauty."
"Tonight is Miss Ding's thirtieth birthday. I really can't tell that she is already thirty years old. In my opinion, even those eighteen-year-old girls don't have as fair and delicate skin as hers."
"Haha, from the looks of you, you are very...interested in Miss Ding!"
"If anyone is not interested in such a beautiful woman, then he is not a man."
"Of course everyone has the interest, but if you want to conquer such a proud peacock, I'm afraid you have to show your strength!"
"By the way, I heard that Mr. Ding will also attend tonight, and there will be a shooting competition at the last minute of the banquet. The winner will have a good chance of becoming the son-in-law of the Ding family."
"Really or not?"
"Of course it's true!"
Although Ding Xiangru was very polite to every guest who came from afar, there was a trace of unnoticeable worry deep in her brow, and her eyes glanced outside the villa from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone.
"Xiao Ru!" Mr. Ding came over and shouted. When his granddaughter didn't respond, he had to walk directly in front of her and asked with a smile, "It seems that you are waiting for someone to show up! Is that person..."
"Grandpa!" Ding Xiangru protracted her voice like a baby, rolling her eyes and saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm waiting for Xin'er!"
Wen Xin and Ding Xiang Ru have been on good terms since childhood. Ding Xiang Ru said that she was waiting for Wen Xin. Mr. Ding did not doubt it. He shook his head with a smile and said: "I'm afraid that girl is still on the road now, so she can't wait any longer."
Ding Xiangru knew that Mr. Ding was telling the truth, but she was slightly disappointed that her friend could not arrive in time.
The birthday party began, and Ding Xiangru helped Mr. Ding walk to the podium.
Ding Xiangru first thanked the guests who came to the banquet, and then Mr. Ding spoke briefly, and tonight's birthday banquet kicked off.
The main purpose of Mr. Ding's holding this banquet was to choose a boyfriend for his granddaughter, so he allowed the guests to move around freely from the beginning, making the whole banquet appear relaxed and natural.
Ding Xiangru wanted to take the opportunity to call Wenxin and ask where they were, but unexpectedly she couldn't get away at all. She was either taken by Mr. Ding to meet some distinguished guests, or she was pestered by some young men.
, Even if Ding Xiangru has a bad temper, she would not dare to get angry in such a situation.
Unknowingly, more than an hour had passed, but there was still no trace of Lei Ren and others outside the door.
Mr. Ding looked at the time and signaled that Ding Xiangru could have someone pull the cake up.
The chef dragged a white dining cart and pushed up a three-story cake and a pyramid-shaped red wine glass.
Everyone present immediately fell silent at this moment, knowing that Ding Xiangru was about to cut the cake.
At a birthday party, cutting the cake is undoubtedly the most talked-about aspect, because whoever the host gives the cake to represents the person the host appreciates the most.
As the highest level of the military, Mr. Ding's appreciation is undoubtedly a valuable asset. There are countless heroes gathered here, and no one wants Mr. Ding's appreciation.
Mr. Ding walked up to the stage slowly and glanced around the audience with his sharp eyes. Everyone suddenly became solemn and seemed to be suppressed by a strong aura. When Mr. Ding showed his smile, everyone felt relaxed.
Much more comfortable.
Mr. Ding said with a smile: "Tonight is my granddaughter Ding Xiangru's thirtieth birthday! As the saying goes: Thirty is the beginning. Although my granddaughter dare not say that she is a big success, she has made some small achievements."
Seeing the pride on Mr. Ding's face, everyone present nodded gently. In addition to Mr. Ding's own prestige, Ding Xiangru's achievements are also obvious to all.
"However, I have one unfinished business today." When Mr. Ding said this, he paused deliberately, and then continued, "That is, after a hundred years of being old, no one will take care of my granddaughter."
Ding Xiangru's parents died when she was young, so Ding Lao's statement is undoubtedly implying something.
The people attending the banquet tonight are either social elites or political and business celebrities. No need for Mr. Ding to point it out, everyone already understands what Mr. Ding means. This old man is completely recruiting a son-in-law for Ding Xiangru!
Ding Xiangru's face turned bright red, and she coquettishly called "Grandpa" without thinking about what Mr. Ding said.
Mr. Ding continued: "Old man has been in uniform for half his life, and apart from being able to use swords, guns and sticks, he has accomplished nothing. Today, I have a merciless request. I just want to see if you, the younger generation, can hold a gun steadily and hold it.
"
When Mr. Ding said this, he motioned to the waiter to move the prepared shooting equipment to the rostrum.
Although this set of shooting equipment is only an electronic simulator, the training equipment used by the military is extremely accurate and is no different from a real gun in your hand.
Mr. Ding took the simulated pistol from the waiter and fired three shots quickly at the target without even taking aim!
Ten rings!
Ten rings!
Nine rings!
Mr. Ding's results were like a thunderbolt that exploded in the crowd below, followed by thunderous applause.
"As expected of Mr. Ding, the god of the army!"
"Lao Ding's sword is still young, it's an eye-opener for us."
"I will have no regrets if I can see Mr. Ding's grace in my lifetime."
Faced with the compliments from everyone, Mr. Ding just smiled lightly. After hearing such words for most of his life, his ears had already felt numb.
Mr. Ding waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then continued: "Any young man in his 35s and unmarried age can come up and give it a try! Haha, whoever has the best grades will cut the first cake together with Xiaoru.
"
Although Mr. Ding didn't say it explicitly, it was Sima Zhao's intention to recruit a son-in-law - everyone on the street knew it.
Many of the young talents below have actually heard of it for a long time, so they were not surprised when they heard what Mr. Ding said. Instead, they all geared up and looked eager to try.
Mr. Ding put the simulated pistol on the stage and said with a smile: "I put the gun here. If you want to try it, come up and get it yourself!"
Although many people wanted to give it a try, because Mr. Ding was there, no one dared to act rashly. It was not until Mr. Ding was helped down by Ding Xiangru that many young talents who could not restrain themselves rushed towards the rostrum.
"I'll go first!"
"Let me try it first!"
"Don't grab it, this opportunity is mine."
Mr. Ding was extremely happy to see the heated scene. He smiled and shouted to everyone: "Don't grab it, come one by one, everyone has a chance."
After listening to Mr. Ding's words, these young talents stopped grabbing and slowly pushed them aside.
"I'll go first!" The person who spoke was the son of a company chairman. He usually liked to play real-person CS, so he was very confident in his shooting skills, so he picked up the gun without hesitation.
Bang, bang, bang!
The man fired three bullets at the target.
Eight rings!
Seven rings!
Five rings!
Ding Lao saw the results and shook his head lightly, but still encouraged: "The marksmanship is not bad among ordinary people."
The man walked down the stage disappointedly, knowing that he was destined to miss Ding Xiangru in this life. He couldn't help but turn around and glance at Ding Xiangru, hoping that Ding Xiangru would pay attention to him, even with a look, but the man was disappointed!
Ding Xiangru looked at the door from beginning to end, not paying attention to the game at all, let alone watching him play.
The second one's score was even worse, with a total of only eighteen rings, one ring less than the first one on average.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth...
The strength of most of these people is only half a pound, and their results are hovering around the 20th ring, which makes Mr. Ding extremely disappointed.
"Haha, I thought I could find someone who could protect the Ding family, but it seems like I was just wishful thinking!" Mr. Ding shook his head bitterly. Just when he was about to end this embarrassing game, a big man came from a distance and suddenly shouted
, "Let me try!"
Mr. Ding didn't know this big man in his thirties, he only knew the middle-aged man next to him.
"It turns out it's him!" Mr. Ding was a little surprised, but what really shocked him was his indifferent temperament.
The big man walked onto the stage, unceremoniously picked up the simulated pistol from the table, and fired three shots in a row with "pop, pop, pop".
Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings!
A perfect three-hit combo, everyone present realized the gap between marksmanship again.
