The Ye family of Imperial Capital has been doing business for generations and has so much wealth that it can pile up dozens of gold mountains.
In Ye Hanzhi's generation, Ye Hanzhi's eldest brother entered the military area again.
In the Imperial Capital, when the Ye family is mentioned, there is only awe.
However, Ye Hanzhi's reputation is not very good.
Ye Hanzhi is an old man. When he was born, his eldest brother's children were already two years old.
It is rumored that the Ye family dotes on their youngest son very much.
So much so that he was raised to waste.
Very few people have seen Ye Hanzhi's true appearance, but there is a saying about him that is widely circulated, saying that Mr. Ye is a prodigal who idles around, spends his days drinking and living wildly, is ruthless and ruthless, and guards dozens of acres of lotus flowers as his treasure all day long.
Tang Zhixi was not sure about other rumors, but she was certain that Ye Hanzhi was not that idle.
"It turns out that Miss Tang has also heard of it." Ye Hanzhi took a sip of wine.
"I've heard a little bit about it."
"Actually, many rumors are untrue." Ye Hanzhi ignored those rumors for more than ten years, but now he suddenly explained them.
"for example?"
"For example." Ye Hanzhixiu held the goblet with his long fingers and swung the red liquid inside, "Today is my first time drinking alone with a girl."
His tone was very serious, not frivolous or provocative. Coupled with his inherently pleasant voice, it was very comfortable to listen to.
Tang Zhixi had no resistance to his face, plus his voice.
She was a little curious as to how there could be a person whose appearance matched her aesthetic point.
After looking at him for a while, Tang Zhixi reached out and touched his wine glass: "Congratulations on your first time."
Ye Hanzhi was amused by her, so much that the red wine in the glass trembled: "Thank you. I'm honored."
Ye Hanzhi didn't stay too long, and left after finishing his glass of wine.
Tang Zhixi sent the person to the door, returned to the living room, looked at the wine glass on the coffee table for a while, and then went back to the room to sleep.
The next day, Tang Zhixi slept until past eleven o'clock. If the knock on the door hadn't woken her up, she would have slept until the afternoon.
She opened the door in a daze and saw Su Qian standing at the door of her room, the mask on her face was not yet taken off, and her exposed eyes were shining.
"What's wrong?" Tang Zhixi leaned against the door, her eyelids still fighting.
"Brother Ninth! There is a goblin living next door to you!"
"Huh?" Tang Zhixi simply closed her eyes.
"Brother Jiu! No, Xixi!" Su Qian grabbed her shoulders and shook her awake, "Really, when I came up just now, I saw someone living next door. Oh my god! How can a man be so good-looking?
That look was like the reincarnation of a demon, born to cause trouble to people's hearts. He just glanced at me, and my soul followed him."
Tang Zhixi peeled off her claws from her body, pressed her temples, and agreed to Su Qian's words: "Take your soul back, in broad daylight, don't scare others."
"Xixi, why are you talking to others?"
"Maybe he's too handsome." Tang Zhixi lost her temper after being shaken awake by her, so she went out and poured a glass of water.
Su Qian followed her and took off her mask: "Did you see him? How did you see him? When did you see him? Why didn't you tell me? Handsome guys have to share their looks!"
Tang Zhixi glanced at her, and Su Qian immediately became more honest and whispered: "Xixi, you're such a loser!"
Tang Zhixi acquiesced again: "Why are you coming to Yancheng again?"
"Oh, there is a batch of goods at the dock tonight." Su Qian said, and suddenly saw the wine and two wine glasses on the coffee table, "Xixi, who were you drinking with?"
Tang Zhixi took a look, her eyes lingered on one of the cups, and she said softly: "The goblin next door."
There was sudden silence in the room for a few seconds, and then Su Qian walked up to Tang Zhixi with a look of disbelief: "Xixi! You actually brought a man home!"
Not only was Su Qian surprised by this question, Tang Zhixi also didn't understand why she wanted Ye Hanzhi to come over last night.
"She is indeed a goblin." Su Qian akimbo looked at the wall next door, squinted her eyes, and muttered through gritted teeth.
Tang Zhixi: "." Maybe.
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night
Tang Zhixi went to meet with her agent. By coincidence, the agent set the location in a private room of Tianquan Hotel.
In the afternoon, Tang Zhixi sent a message back to Mr. Song, telling him that he would not be able to go there tonight.
The manager's name is Zhou Kening. He is thirty-eight years old, has good skin care, and is a bit fat. He is a bit majestic when he is not smiling, and a bit kind when he is smiling.
Tang Zhixi arrived at the private room, and after ordering the dishes, Zhou Kening thanked Tang Zhixi first, and then chatted with her about many work-related matters.
It seemed like a normal chat, but almost every sentence was exploring Tang Zhixi. Her true character, her intentions, her development direction, her private life, and even her bottom line.
But Tang Zhixi was always calm and only revealed to Zhou Kening what she wanted to reveal.
After the meal was finished and the two separated, Zhou Kening stood at the door of the hotel tiredly and didn't want to move.
Rather than having a meal, she felt more like a fight and that she was being completely tortured.
She felt that the resume she received might be wrong. This was a 25-year-old girl who was not experienced in the world.
It's obviously a big tiger that can't be seen clearly.
The Song family didn't celebrate the old man's birthday. It was just that the He family and the Song family wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to have a meal with the An family, get in touch with each other more, and inquire about a piece of land in Yancheng to know the government's wishes.
But they didn't understand Anlin too well. Since he entered politics, he has been famous for being honest and fair.
Not to mention their in-law relationship, even my brothers of the same race have not walked through the back door for so many years.
Relatives say that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and it is not unfounded.
Even because Anting started his own business, his relationship with his son was clearly divided.
When he sees his son, he will definitely tell him to calm down, otherwise he will kill his relatives out of justice.
So during the meal, the Song family and the He family were whispering around each other, but they didn't ask anything. Later, when they tried to ask, An Lin politely blocked them.
The He family came all the way from the Imperial Capital, but they couldn't ask for anything. They felt aggrieved, but they had to smile.
After dinner, the three families left. The Song family and the He family went to the parking lot. An Lin was going out of town soon, so he left An Ting behind and said a few words.
PARKING LOT
Song Anrou held her mother's hand and chatted with her uncle. Her voice was delicate and sweet: "Uncle, Uncle An also has difficulties. He is in a high position and there are many people watching."
"Humph, he is just pedantic, doesn't know how to adapt, and doesn't distinguish between inside and outside. The higher the status of the Song family, doesn't it mean that his position will be more stable after he comes to the house?"
"Uncle, don't be angry." Song Anju said, "I will find an opportunity to ask again."
"Yes, brother." Song Anrou's mother said, "Anrou will get married soon, and we will be a family from now on. No matter how old-fashioned he is, he cannot leave his son alone. Blood is thicker than water."
"It's our An Rou who has the ability to marry so well."
"That's not because our family's genes are good." Song Anrou smiled sweetly and made the He family happy with a few words.
The two families were chatting and laughing as they walked into the parking lot. Suddenly, Song Anrou was standing not far in front of the car, standing by the car with her back to the person who called them: "Eh? Is that my sister?"
As soon as her voice came out, everyone looked over.
Song Zhengde's face fell instantly.
"Sister?" Uncle Song Anrou squinted her eyes and looked at her, "What's that, Tang. Tang Zhixi?"
"Yes." After Song Anrou responded, she suddenly raised her voice and shouted: "Sister!"
This sound was particularly loud in the empty parking lot, and there was a faint echo.
Song Zhengde was already in a bad mood, and it was even worse when he saw her. He originally thought that he would just pretend not to see her and let her leave. Unexpectedly, Song Anrou suddenly shouted, and he didn't even have time to stop her.