No way for low-end stuff!

  Some people say that they want to see the baby~~~~ On the second day at noon, in the VIP suite of the Salon Hotel, all kinds of delicacies were sent up like a mountain, filling the entire large round table.

  Seated around the round table were all the same people from Tian Jia's house the night before last, except for a young noble.

  Old friends were shocked, of course, to set a banquet to suppress the shock, and another purpose is also to thank Bai Huan. This matter cannot be refused, nor is it necessary to refuse, so Bai Huan also readily agreed.

  The dishes have already been served for a long time, but everyone is still in high spirits, all listening to Kang Cong recalling yesterday's experience with great emotion: "Alas, to be honest, I was dragged around and ran for a whole day yesterday, my old bones almost fell apart! Bai Huan, this time I won't say any polite words, wait for the old man to toast you a glass later!"

  A group of people all chimed in with "that's right, that's right", but only Liang Xue walked alone, her eyes fixed on Bai Huan's face, without noticing what everyone was saying.

  Suddenly felt the atmosphere was off, how did it become quiet around me? I woke up with a start and said in surprise: "Huh, why are you all staring at me?"

  Tian Jia, although a teacher, was only twenty-seven or eight years old, not much older than Liang Xue. Moreover, they were close friends with their colleagues, and the two young women naturally knew each other well. At this time, they teased her by raising an eyebrow: "I don't know, we saw you staring at Bai Huan without blinking, and thought that a flower had bloomed on his face. But it wasn't, so we were all wondering what you were looking at."

  A group of people all started to "heh heh heh" in a very unpleasant way, their eyes as ambiguous as possible, just like Wang Po sizing up Pan Jinlian.

  Bai Huan rolled her eyes in annoyance, playing such an old trick on the aunt, you just wait for her to blow up.

  It turned out that he was a bit self-righteous this time, and Liang Xue, who was being teased by everyone, not only didn't get angry or scold, but her ears turned red, and her eyes dodged instantly.

  What's going on here?

  Even if it's a bit dull and slow-witted, there is still some flavor to be savored.

  I've only seen love turn to hate, never hate turn to love. This woman was still looking down on herself yesterday, how did her attitude change so quickly? Doesn't she have any dignity left?

  No wonder they all graduated from graduate school and didn't have a boyfriend.

  Women who get married all have their own advantages; women who can't get married, however, only have one common disadvantage - being abnormal.

  Bai Huang didn't want to get entangled in this matter and quickly changed the subject: "I don't know who this gentleman is, it's my first time meeting him."

  The young master opposite, also looked at Bai Huan with great interest, sizing him up for a while. Now that he was asked about himself, he eagerly jumped out: "My surname is Kang, Kang Ershu. This time I really thank you, little brother, for pulling my old man out..."

  With a "slap", before he could finish speaking, the young master's head was slapped heavily.

  "You're still here and you don't even know the basics of etiquette, what a despicable thing!" Kang Cong's old face was as hard as a stone in a latrine, both smelly and tough!

  Her usual elegant demeanor had long been blown away to the farthest reaches of the sky.

  Tian's father, who was standing beside him, also criticized him in a bad mood: "Xiao Kang, you need to change your tone. You always say that, how can I feel at ease leaving Jiajia with you?"

  His father's scolding, this young master can still ignore it, but when Tian Fa speaks, he has to listen. Although looking at his appearance, he doesn't seem too willing to be a son-in-law.

  Most of them were arranged marriages decided by their elders.

  Bai Huang guessed, and sincerely gave a thumbs up, mouthing to Kang Ershu "You really have a heavy taste".

  The young master obviously understood his meaning, his eyes lit up, and his face was full of excitement as if he had found a kindred spirit.

  The two people's small movements didn't last long, the beautiful waitress in charge of this private room, with a soft and sweet voice, informed that the dishes were all ready. Kang Cong didn't say another word, insisted on standing up, personally poured wine for Bai Huanman, only then handing the wine bottle to Kang Ershu.

  "I respect you!" The old professor raised his cup, with a sincere expression on his face.

  Tian Jia's father also came over, and although Bai Huan was sometimes careless and sometimes had a brain fart, he couldn't let the two old men toast him while he sat still.

  In the end, everyone at the table stood up and clinked their glasses together before finally stopping.

  "Little White!" Kang Cong's nickname made four or five young people burst out laughing, but he himself was completely unaware: "If I hadn't heard from Old Tian that you'd started your own company, I would have taken you to Jiang City. An old friend of mine is the vice president of Jiang City Agricultural University and a doctoral supervisor. He thinks you have a good understanding of flowers, grasses, and animals, and he said he could recommend you for his graduate program... But since you have your own business, I won't say any more. Let's just consider it a forgotten friendship! Come on, let's have another drink!"

  The old professor chattered on and on, unaware that he had spilled the yellow wine in his hand, and the more he looked at Bai Huan, the more he liked her.

  Although I've suffered a great calamity, I'm glad to have made such a kind and straightforward friend. What's a bit of hardship when you have that? It's just as the old saying goes: good fortune and bad luck are intertwined.

  In this way, there is no need for anyone to persuade him, he himself drank cup after cup, and actually drank quite a lot.

  After getting drunk and hot-headed, the intimidating power of the two old men also weakened a lot. Kang Ershu, who was originally sitting next to Kang Cong, somehow sneaked over to Bai Huan's side, using an underground party member's tone of voice, excitedly saying: "I heard that you're good at playing with dogs and birds? How about other animals, can you also handle them?"

  Dog's bird?

  Bai Huang looked at the person with a dazed and confused expression, asking such a shameless question, his heart felt a chill, but he didn't hear clearly, just dryly laughed twice and shifted his position: "Dog's bird? I don't play this."

  "Brother Kang, you really have a heavy taste!"

  Kang Er was taken aback for a moment, then felt embarrassed about his own lisp for quite a while. Finally, he awkwardly waved his hand and said: "It's not the dog's bird, it's the dog and the bird! I heard from my old man that when you saved him, you used a bird to send messages?"

  "Is that a bird?" The bright and cheerful expression on Bai's face made the young master doubt whether he had asked a very ignorant question.

  Until he was so anxious that his eyeballs were about to pop out, Bai Huan finally rolled his eyes and asked in return: "Does the homing pigeon know?"

  "I know."

  Bai Huan immediately stared at him in surprise: "You still ask! The same training method, spreading seeds and reaping a thin harvest, can eventually train other birds to deliver messages!"

  Is it really like this?

  Kang'er's book was eye-opening, but somehow it didn't feel quite right, though he couldn't put his finger on why.

  This guy was straightforward. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore. He stared at Bai Huan tightly: "Hey, little brother, are you interested in horse racing?"

  Racetrack?

  Bai Huan's eyes lit up, and indeed, good deeds will be rewarded. Saving Kang Cong didn't take much effort, but the return was disproportionately generous - not only did he get a share of the nursery business, but now he also got a second-generation aristocrat who was into horse racing.

  Kang Cong looks like an intellectual, he wouldn't let his own son mess with horse racing, that's something his wife should teach him, Kang Er's mom has money now.

  "Ah, which one is interesting, is it the elegant dance steps or the speedy horse racing?"

  Kang Er's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he stared at him with a dumbfounded expression: "Younger brother, do you think we're all going to participate in the Dubai Horse Racing Grand Prix?"

  "What's your horse farm for?" Bai Huan's enthusiasm was instantly extinguished by more than half.

  "The first is to prepare for the Jiangcheng Horse Racing Open! Also, the horse farm is usually open to outsiders, mainly some private bosses and big companies' gold collars who come to consume on weekends." Kang Ershu didn't notice Bai Huan's lack of interest, took out a dung beetle-like enthusiasm, and vigorously persuaded: "In short, it's very interesting!"

  Unfortunately, Bai Huan didn't take the bait. With a flat mouth and a single needle seeing blood: "Isn't it just cheating the nouveau riche? Something that's been played to boredom, not interesting."

  At the same time, different places...

  Yu De Bao's face is full of cow...

  Jia Wanzhuan let out a sneeze and suddenly thought of his son lying in bed, his eyes instantly turned gloomy...

  Hong Yong, a thin man wearing leg irons and pounding rocks in the quarry, felt only a chill on the back of his neck.