The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 711 Still He Can Understand Me Best
kinda.

After all, this was the first time she had attended such a high-profile banquet.

Not to mention the former President of China, the protagonist of the birthday banquet was carrying the birthday gift that her grandfather asked her to buy... Yan Zhixin looked down at the gift that she had tried to wrap as beautifully as possible, and could only silently pray that Mr. Mo would not dislike it.

Yan Zhixin looked at Xiao Zhenggang's concerned gaze, and nodded honestly.

Xiao Zheng just gently put his hand on her head: "You have to remember, no matter what time you are, you are a child of the Fei family and my daughter, understand?"

The four words "my daughter" are particularly powerful.

Yan Zhixin looked up at her father, his posture was calm and composed, but he carried a strong aura, as if nothing could trouble him.

With such a father standing by her side, she felt her back hardened a lot.

The tension gradually faded, and she smiled sweetly: "Okay, Dad."

The two waiters put their hands on the door of the banquet hall at the same time, bowed and pushed it away.

Under the bright lights, the clothes are fragrant and the shadows on the temples are lively and colorful.

As soon as she stepped through the door, a person's eyes shot straight at her.

Yan Zhixin raised her eyes and saw Mo Junting from afar.

In the middle seat in front of the hall, sat an octogenarian old man with white hair, but hale and hearty, with a comfortable smile on his face.

It's hard to imagine a former president being so accessible.

Accompanied by the old man, Mo Junting was dressed in a black suit, with a restrained posture and a strong aura. Even though the old man was surrounded by talented people, he still stood out from the crowd, carrying a kind of dignity that was beyond comparison.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be fixed on her, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Xiao Zheng just led Yan Zhixin across the carpet printed with the logo pattern of the Emperor Ting Hotel, and stood at the edge of the crowd quietly waiting for the old man to speak to the people around him.

The old man didn't go on talking, he signaled the people around him to wait a moment, and then raised his head.

Yan Zhixin just happened to meet that gaze.

The old man smiled, his eyes were gentle and peaceful: "You are Xie Qian's granddaughter, right?"

He deliberately interrupted his own words and greeted him personally. No matter how approachable the old man was, no one in the banquet hall had ever received such an honor.

The hall was silent.

Everyone looked at Yan Zhixin in unison.

Yan Zhixin endured the nervousness and walked in front of the old man, bowed slightly, and handed over the gift: "Hi, old man, my name is Fei Zhixin. This is a gift from me on behalf of my grandfather. I wish you good luck like the East Sea and a long life like Nanshan. "

The old man took the antique gift box, opened it, and there were big, red and attractive peaches inside, and he couldn't help smiling: "It's his style."

Yan Zhixin was originally worried that he would dislike him, but after seeing this, she finally let go, stuck out her tongue and said, "Grandpa said, at least you can bring peaches home."

When the voice fell, the old man laughed.

Smiled very heartily.

The old man sighed softly: "He still understands me best."

Having said that, after the gift was delivered, there were still so many people around the old man, Yan Zhixin consciously wanted to step back, but Mo Junting suddenly spoke in a sexy and deep voice: "You gave the gift on behalf of Grandpa, what about you? "

Yan Zhixin was stunned.

The old lady said that this kind of banquet is a gift from the family, and the old man gave the gift on behalf of the Fei family, and she gave one on behalf of the grandfather.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, her face was flushed red, and she looked at him helplessly.

(End of this chapter)