Chapter 258: From the Qin family

(Five more)

In an office in the south, Qin Wenguo was dealing with important tasks and suddenly received a call.

Immediately, Qin Wenguo's expression was somber as water.

"What? You said that Dad gave the Yunlong calligraphy to Qin Xuan as a birthday gift!" Qin Wenguo couldn't help but furious, and slammed at the table, "This is just nonsense. What kind of thing is Qin Xuan, he can get the Yunlong calligraphy ?"

Qin Wenguo couldn't help being angry, his second son Qin Yun was abandoned, and the old man said nothing. On one birthday, the old man actually gave away the Yunlong calligraphy that even they were jealous of?

You know, the second brother Qin Wenshu likes these antique pens and inks the most, and he has inherited the hobby of the old man and loves calligraphy very much. Even so, Qin Wenwen repeatedly asked the father to give him the Yunlong calligraphy, but the father did not agree.

A Qin Xuan, the old man actually sent out the Yunlong calligraphy?

"Also let Qin Ying send it off, really..." Qin Wenguo wanted to scold someone, but he couldn't scold someone. It was his father. However, this also made him jealous, and there was even more hatred for Qin Wende, especially Qin Xuan.

It was not just Qin Wenguo who was dissatisfied with Qin Wenguo, but Qin Wenguo, who had just returned from abroad at the headquarters of the Qin Group in Kyoto, got the news immediately and rushed into Qin's house immediately.

"Dad, how can you give the Yunlong calligraphy to Qin Xuan?" Qin Wenshu asked angrily.

"Are you questioning me?" Qin Zhonghua paused with a sharp pen in his hand, a hint of majesty in his voice. In that instant, Qin Wenshu's anger disappeared and he lowered his head.

"Dad, how dare I. It's just Qin Xuan's birthday. What can a little guy know? Yunlong calligraphy was collected by you from abroad for nearly 100 million. It is a national treasure, not to mention me, even you are not. Why did he give it to Qin Xuan if he was willing to use it casually?" Qin Wenshu smiled bitterly: "He is a Qin Xuan, maybe he is not satisfied with getting it, so he throws it away, this... isn't it..."

"waste?"

Qin Zhonghua said lightly and looked up at his second son.

Qin Wenshu nodded with a wry smile, of course it was a waste, not to mention giving it to Qin Xuan, even giving it to Qin Wende is a waste.

"I think it's worth it?"

Qin Zhonghua said indifferently, "You are a son, a daughter, which year will I not give a gift of 8 million yuan? Qin Xuan has more than ten years, how many have I given him? Now I only give one, you feel distressed ?"

"What? My old fellow is not dead yet, you think my things belong to you?"

Qin Zhonghua said very seriously, which shows that there is indeed a wave of anger in his heart.

He was arguing for Qin Wende's injustice. If he could tell, he would definitely berate his four sons.

How much did the Qin Wende family contribute to the entire Qin family? Over the years, how much wronged has their family been? As a result, you actually treated the Wende family like this, isn't it that you are reluctant to bear a dead thing, how much has the entire Qin family owed them for so many years?

It's a pity that Qin Zhonghua couldn't say these things.

Qin Wenshu was also stunned, staring at his father blankly, and then suddenly lowered his head.

"The clerical is wrong, I will never mention this again!" He dropped his head deeply, but a trace of anger surged in his eyes, "But Dad, are you too biased towards Wende?"

He still couldn't help but uttered, but what he got was a sneer from Qin Zhonghua.

"You say I am partial? If you leave home for seventeen years, I will also send you off."

Qin Wenshu was speechless, only to leave angrily.

Qin Zhonghua shook his head and sighed. He glanced at the calligraphy under his pen and couldn't help but grabbed it suddenly and tore it to pieces.

"A bunch of bastards!"

He was so angry that he calmed down after a long time, and returned to the calmness of the old man Qin. He spread his pen and ink again, and his pen was as steady as a mountain.

...

In Jingshui City, after Qin Xuan hung up the phone, he suddenly noticed Mo Qinglian's strange expression.

"What?" Qin Xuan raised his head and asked.

"Qin Xuan, are you going to celebrate your birthday?" Mo Qinglian's eyes were bright.

"Yeah!" Qin Xuan sighed softly, "It's been many years!"

The past tens of thousands of years flashed in his mind, and within this growth and sigh, he did not know how many past vicissitudes were full of.

"Uncle, auntie is coming too?" Mo Qinglian's face suddenly became red and hot.

Qin Xuan laughed, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Can I celebrate your birthday?" Mo Qinglian blurted out as if premeditated, and immediately her face turned completely red.

Qin Xuan looked at Mo Qinglian quietly, and smiled softly in Mo Qinglian's anxiety.

"It's okay if you want to!"

Qin Xuan looked at Mo Qinglian with a smile, "Of course, don't tell me who I am, I don't want my parents to know it too early."

Mo Qinglian had already prepared the idea of ​​rejection, but Qin Xuan suddenly agreed, and the whole person was stunned.

She stared at Qin Xuan in a daze, and it took a long while to react.

"Really?"

Mo Qinglian was extremely surprised, and her whole person became extremely excited.

Qin Xuan nodded and smiled, "Hmm!"

He seemed to think of something, "By the way, where do you think I should celebrate my birthday?"

Mo Qinglian thought about it for a moment, and said: "Let's hold the pavilion! Quiet, and I will let my father invite the best chef in Linhai."

Qin Xuan nodded and said, "Good too!"

For Qin Xuan's parents, they have not given Qin Xuan a birthday for three years. But for Qin Xuan, he has not celebrated his birthday for ten thousand years, so he naturally wants to do his best for his birthday this time.

"I'm going to prepare..." Mo Qinglian hesitated, then raised her head carefully and said, "Do you know what uncle and aunt like?"

She flushed again, her voice getting lower and lower.

"Do you like... daughter-in-law?" Qin Xuan couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't know where Mo Qinglian was thinking.

Mo Qinglian suddenly made a big red face and looked at Qin Xuan angrily.

"Just send it as you like. My mother likes simple and simple things. My dad...he prefers some antiques." Qin Xuan smiled, "Of course, I don't know a lot. You just choose some."

"it is good!"

Mo Qinglian immediately ran out full of joy, which was a big deal for her.

Qin Xuan sat on the sofa alone, shook his head slightly, and sighed slightly.

It's been a long time!

Three years? Wanzai?

A hint of anxiety suddenly appeared in Qin Xuan's heart. He didn't know how to face his parents, but Qin Xuan was relieved soon.

let it go!

He gently shook his head and looked at the clear sky, with a faint smile on his mouth.

...

Mo Qinglian left in a panic. She first called her father Mo Jingyun to beg to reveal the top chefs of the eight major cuisines in Luchuan, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Hunan.

Mo Jingfeng, who mastered the Mojia Group in Linhai, naturally felt a headache for his daughter. This was the top brand in all major hotels in Linhai, and his daughter had to leave.

"Qinglian, it's not that Dad didn't give it to you, but what are you planning to do? Do you want to entertain Master Qin?" Mo Qingfeng was puzzled.

"No, Qin Xuan's birthday is coming, and his parents are coming too!" Mo Qinglian hurriedly said, "Dad, don't ask, if you wait for your uncle and aunt to come and cook before you come, your daughter will really have no face to meet people. Up."

Mo Qinglian hung up the phone in a hurry, and then began to call her third uncle Mo Jingyun.

The speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional. After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingfeng was stunned.

Master Qin's birthday? Master Qin's parents are coming too?

Mo Jingfeng immediately ignored the others and left everything in his hands. He immediately transferred the eight top Linhai chefs that Mo Qinglian wanted to Jingshui City, and then called his father Mo Zhengfeng.

The whole Mo family seemed to be slightly confused because of this news.

(End of this chapter)