Wang Yishui sighed quietly and had no explanation.
Although Ye Zhengming didn't quite understand this sentence because of his education abroad.
But this does not prevent us from directly understanding the other person's mentality through his demeanor and tone of voice.
——It seems that it is a sigh of relief, but it is actually inevitable.
Ye Zhengming was very satisfied.
All good things are earned.
Ye Zhengming looked at Song Chuyang calmly.
At this moment, the face of this squinty fat man was smiling broadly, "The Song family is the best partner."
Wang Yishui looked at Song Chuyang and also showed a hearty smile.
It was clear that Wang Yishui's layout in Shangnan had gone wrong, and even Fenglei Hall Huajing died tragically, but the atmosphere displayed in the teahouse was not affected in the slightest.
…
"Yitong, I am becoming more and more fond of your brother."
A sweet laugh, with a sultry voice.
Wang Yitong, the only little princess in the second room of the Wang family, was wearing a mid-length pleated skirt today, and her peach blossom eyes looked particularly attractive. At this moment, she heard the words and looked at the sexy figure next to her, curling her lips, "An Xinyue, what do you want?
Be my sister-in-law?"
In her sight, An Xinyue was already tall and had an outstanding waist-to-hip ratio. Today, she was wearing light blue snowflake jeans and a pair of black classic Roman high heels, which perfectly highlighted her flirtatious temperament.
An Xinyue covered her mouth and smiled softly. Her wavy shawl hair and flaming red lips gave her a sexy aura, and she didn't care at all about Wang Yitong's teasing tone.
"Why, can't you?" Her voice was crisp. After saying this, An Xinyue gently hugged Wang Yitong's waist, but the latter smacked her away without mercy.
"I don't like this one of yours."
An Xinyue didn't take it seriously and giggled, "Maybe your brother Yishui likes this one of mine?"
"You little prodigal, you are just as good as his lover." Wang Yitong was also amused by An Xinyue.
If a beautiful woman is willing to let go of her reserve, she is really invincible.
The group of girlfriends next to me were all laughing and scolding her, such as "Spring Heart Ripples" and "You're so coquettish."
The voice is neither too loud nor too quiet, neither is it deliberately concealed nor is it deliberately loud.
Not only was An Xinyue not annoyed, she even twisted her soft waist.
Several young men playing billiards nearby glanced over there calmly, and when they looked back, they suddenly found that they were all looking at An Xinyue over there, and a knowing yet embarrassed smile suddenly appeared on everyone's face.
"Enough." One person's eyes were bright.
"Master Zhang, try?"
"Hey, you look so cool, you have a bright future." The man named Mr. Zhang chuckled and did not directly answer his companion.
"Come on, come on, play ball, play ball."
"I heard that tomorrow's banquet will be very exciting, and it's not just for men."
"I heard that the cold girl from the Xu family will also come. I guess she is just pretending."
"It's not easy to change people once they've been established. What's this called? If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight." Zhang Shao snapped the shot, black eight pocketed, his face was darker than the ball.
"Damn it, Mr. Zhang is so talented." People around him applauded.
"Can you get the hell out of the way and don't stop me from playing ball?"
…
The air was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Men, it's just those things that come together.
But after all, among the group of smiling and chatting young people, more than half of their eyes still fell on An Xinyue over there.
This girl is a quarter of White Russian descent. She is the most outstanding among the women in terms of height and figure. Regardless of her status, her aura can easily suppress Wang Yitong.
However, it is obvious that the weight of the Wang family in Baiyin is too heavy, and An Xinyue seems to be begging for something from the Wang family, and her temperament is the most down-to-earth among them.
The feeling of being coquettish but not glamorous, coquettish but not slutty is really alluring.
Zhang Shao "accidentally" looked at it for a little longer, and the black eight was accidentally pocketed.
But this time no one laughed, because everyone's eyes were a little wandering.
Mr. Zhang calmly took out the black eight and continued playing.
The atmosphere among the three people in the teahouse was harmonious, and they were talking and laughing in the rest area outside the teahouse.
The Baiyin family is full of things.
There are more and more guests coming and going, but most of the ideas of visiting the direct descendants of the Wang family in advance have come to nothing.
…
In the middle of the Wang Manor is a three-story mahogany pavilion facing south.
On the east side of the third floor, the antique-style room is tightly closed. Two middle-aged men in military robes at the door narrow their eyes slightly, as if they are in a false sleep.
No matter whether it was the eldest son of the Wang family who was not far away, Wang Wangbei, the leader of the third generation of the Wang family, the crowds coming and going below the pavilion, or the chatter and laughter in the east tower, nothing could make these two middle-aged
The warrior's demeanor changed slightly.
Wang Wangbei stood on the viewing platform of the pavilion with his hands behind his hands. His eyes crossed the wall of Wang's manor and fell on the lush greenery in the distance.
After a while, Wang Wangbei withdrew his gaze and glanced at the crowded east building, smiled, turned around and went downstairs.
"It's a pity that Hua Jing died..."
"gone."
Behind him, the old servant and a short-haired woman with a drooped head quietly followed Wang Wangbei downstairs.
The young master waits for half an hour every two days in the Mo Yan Building. There is a study room that the master has kept sealed for ten years, but the young master has never entered it.
Compared with the majestic and majestic Wang Yishui of the second family lineage, Wang Wangbei, the eldest son of the Dafang lineage, seems too calm and too low-key.
But only those around the young master truly understand the beauty in their young master's heart.
They just looked at the Huajing, the master of Fenglei Hall, that Young Master Bei mentioned. Naturally, they knew what was going on.
Unwilling to stop being the leader of the hall, Hua Jing left the Dafang lineage and joined the Second Fang in order to pursue further progress.
It's just that in his opinion, the resources that Wang Wangbei can provide with a weak sense of presence are limited, and the height of future development is also limited.
Huajing is betting in advance.
However, Hua Jing did not realize that Master Wangbei was a person who seemed to be heartless but was actually affectionate, while Master Yishui was a person who seemed to be affectionate but was actually heartless.
In the end, his death was just a broken weapon for Wang Yishui.
Moreover, he can take advantage of the situation and push his own people to the position of leader of Fenglei Hall, truly mastering this hall with superior combat effectiveness.
As for what Master Wangbei said was "a pity"...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It’s just a pity for Huajing.
Although a Fenglei Hall is important, in the eyes of young master Wangbei, it is not as important as the flower mirror that has been with him for many years.
Trusted by no one.
This is the true emotion of Master Wangbei.
…
Wait until Wang Wangbei and his party go downstairs.
Only then did the two study guards really open their eyes.
…
Tianhu Villa.
For a large flat floor, the area of 240 square meters is enough to divide the house into two living rooms.
Lu Zongguang and Tang Hui were already red-blooded playing chess in the small living room.
Li Shiwei is cleaning the study room according to her daily habit.
In the end, only Lu Ze and Tang Yingqi were left in the huge living room.
Lu Ze looked at Tang Yingqi.
The bright sunshine shines on the girl's face through the glass, and the very fine hair on the clear face is illuminated.
She has a long ponytail, a swan neck, a high bridge of nose, and strong bones.
It looks really pleasing to the eye.
[Sister Yingqi looks so beautiful when she’s not firing.]
Someone sighed in his heart, but after thinking about it, he added another sentence in his heart.
【The way it looks when firing is also beautiful!】
…
Her long eyelashes fluttered, Tang Yingqi still looked cold and cold, but her eyes were still staring at Lu Ze, her brows slightly furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
"Try wearing Hanfu when you have time?" Lu Ze said casually.
Tang Yingqi raised her eyebrows, as if she was getting angry.
Lu Ze quickly waved his hand to calm Tang Yingqi, who was about to have an attack.
"Seriously, do you have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?"
"I have three days of vacation left."
"Then come with me to Yunzhou?"
Doubt flashed in Tang Yingqi's beautiful eyes.
"Professional roof repair." Lu Ze shrugged and pointed to the top of his head.
"good."
Tang Yingqi clenched her hands inadvertently, and she understood instantly.
She has never been to Yunzhou. She has heard countless legends about Yunzhou and knows that there are countless capable people and strangers there.
Compared with the small Shangnan, Yunzhou is a giant located in the north.
But that doesn't stop her from saying "yes".
Lu Ze going by himself... would probably be dangerous.
Of course, these words were not spoken out loud, but just flashed through my heart.
She is still her, the Tang Yingqi who hates evil as much as she hates it and has a heroic appearance!
