For men, today, marrying a wife has become a luxury consumption, and beautiful women are a scarce resource that makes women feel ashamed and a source of pride.
Yang Chen understood San Niu’s mentality of feeling good about herself. Rich men and beautiful women are generally very confident. He just resents their behavior, but it’s not necessary to be angry. It’s not necessary to be serious. Whatever others say, just keep it to your heart.
Go ahead, that's a sign of inferiority.
The three girls looked at the indifferent and stern profile that Yang Chen had left for them, as if a heavy punch had hit the air, revealing a bit of unspeakable depression, as if any man must take them seriously.
Also, for most beautiful women, a man's indifference and disregard are more unacceptable to them than his lustful shamelessness. Moreover, San Niu can see that Yang Chen's indifference and indifference are by no means a manifestation of abnormal self-esteem.
I really didn't worry about them.
"My dear, did you get a new watch? It belongs to the count, and that turtle boy gave it to you?" The girl with the awl face was startled and pulled her companion's arm, tut-tutting in admiration.
The girl wearing the new watch said with a reserved smile: "He gave it to me. It costs more than 80,000 yuan, and I can barely wear it."
Next, the three girls started talking about clothes, bags, jewelry, and cars. While complimenting each other, they showed off and compared in a tactful way.
Lacks inner vase.
After stripping off your clothes and doing it once or twice, you'll get tired of it.
Yang Chen sneered in his heart, lowered his head and drank the cold juice, letting the three girls look down on him from time to time, casually flipping through the magazines on the table. Time passed slowly. Suddenly, this guy narrowed his eyes, stepped on the ground with his heels, and moved his chair backwards.
Weirdly panning, his reaction speed was beyond the limit of human beings, and a foot swept past his eyes, full of power.
"Too slow!" Yang Chen smiled deeply and teased the person who attacked him. He could tell who this person was with his eyes closed based on the familiar fragrance.
Wu Rui.
His future wife.
Wu Rui, who changed into casual clothes, is still a beautiful sight that attracts men's attention. This girl is silent and can't hit a single blow. Then she comes again, opening and closing her slender legs in a fierce and dazzling attack.
Yang Chen always sat on the chair, calmly blocking with his hands or spinning the chair magnificently, leaning back, playfully neutralizing Wu Rui's fierce kicks.
Thanks to the fact that Wu Rui was afraid Wu Rui wouldn't be able to see him, so he was sitting near the roadside, and now he was able to use it. The people around him were surprised and confused at first, and then exclaimed and applauded. Many foreigners kept shouting "fu".
The three beauties with eyes above their heads were also stunned.
Just when people were excited to watch, and some even raised their mobile phones to take pictures of this wonderful scene, Wu Rui, who was punching and kicking Yang Chen, suddenly made a 180-degree change and threw herself into Yang Chen's arms. With tears in her eyes, she said coquettishly: "From now on.
If you avoid me on purpose again, I will fight you tooth and nail."
Yang Chen had mixed feelings, he rubbed Wu Rui's back, his eyes were extremely gentle, and he said slowly: "You will be my wife from now on, and I will definitely not avoid you."
Getting married and being the wife of the man in front of her was Wu Rui's obsession. Countless dreams would come true. She couldn't help but burst into tears and choked with sobs: "Let's get married."
Yang Chen gently wiped away the tears on Wu Rui's face and nodded seriously: "Okay, you can do it anytime."
"You're so kind..." Wu Rui burst into tears and smiled.
"Hitting and crying, it's like acting, bloody." After the beauty with the awl face who had spoken contempt for Yang Chen came back to her senses, she muttered angrily. Not only did she look at Yang Chen with disdain, but she also took Wu Rui along with her.
The two girls pretending to be proud are not much better than this bitch.
For Yang Chen, perhaps they really were disdainful, but for Wu Rui, these three ladies were more hostile than disdainful, because Wu Rui's appearance made them eclipse.
Yang Chen frowned and glanced at the three of them tepidly. It didn't matter if he offended him. If he dared to offend his women, he didn't mind letting them experience the feeling of being fucked.
Although the three of them were frightened by Yang Chen's sight, they still pretended to be condescending goddesses, as if their enchanting appearance and famous brand names gave them the psychological advantage to look down on any man.
The ignorant are fearless.
Yang Chen ignored them again.
Wu Rui gradually calmed down, pulled out a chair, sat down with Yang Chen, ordered a glass of juice, and then asked Yang Chen how he had survived this year.
Yang Chen avoided the important things and talked about his life in Hangzhou, but he did not omit the plot of being entangled and clingy by Yaoyao, which made Wu Rui look at him several times. When Wu Rui heard that Yaoyao was being kept, she sighed with regret on her face, glad that her love was gone.
Lost to reality and not lost to time.
"Is the injury healed?" Wu Rui held Yang Chen's hand, recalling the near-death experience of her beloved man, and her heart ached.
Yang Chen smiled and said: "It should be easy."
Wu Rui kissed Yang Chen's cheek distressedly, then tilted her head and leaned against Yang Chen. At the same time, seven or eight cars broke into this pedestrian street with arrogance and stopped at the street not far from Yang Chen and Wu Rui.
At this place, dozens of young people with good aura and well-dressed got out of the car one after another, looking at them with a look of arrogance.
The security guard in charge of this area came over, intending to urge the visitor to move the car quickly, but after observing his words, he didn't dare to say anything, pretended to answer the phone, and slipped away.
"Yang Zi, little sister." The leader, Wu Jie, held a cigarette in his mouth and walked towards Yang Chen and Wu Rui.
"Brother, aren't you able to explain?" Wu Rui implicitly blamed her brother for interrupting her date with Yang Chen. Wu Jie chuckled and did not answer. The young people who followed Wu Jie and surrounded him, except Wei Ziwen, all called Yang Chen Young Master.
Mr. Yang?
The three girls who had provoked Yang Chen and Wu Rui looked at each other in confusion, as if they felt that this flirtatious title was not relevant to the ordinary-dressed Yang Chen.
Yang Chen was not interested in admiring the expressions of the three self-righteous girls. He got up and stopped on the roadside with Wu Jie and others to chat and joke. He also met a few local young men from Shanghai who were of some importance.
Wu Jie's circle is not limited to the Forty-Nine Cities. He still responds to everyone's calls in Shanghai and has deep connections.
Sanniu, who was so excited before, silently looked at the group of arrogant young people standing on the roadside, a little dazed, obviously aware that this group of domineering men was not simple.
Another black Lamborghini Bat sports car came from behind. The scissor door was lifted up. A thin and fashionable young man got out. He ran to Wu Jie and said with a smile: "Master Wu, I have found a yacht for the party."
, the largest private yacht in Shanghai.”
Wu Jie nodded casually, pointed at Yang Chen, and introduced: "My brother-in-law."
"Oh, this is the famous Mr. Yang. He really has an extraordinary temperament. My name is Zizixuan." The young man who called himself Zizixuan hurriedly approached Yang Chen with a playful smile.
Wang Zi Xuan?
Three girls not far away were stunned.
The legendary richest young man in Shanghai is also called Wang Zixuan, nicknamed Wang Zi.
Yang Chen shook hands with Wang Zixuan and just nodded and smiled. This guy is not very attracted to people who are pretentious and good at flattering.
Everyone chatted for a few more minutes, then got into the car separately, and the windmill motorcade whizzed away. At this time, the girl with the awl face received a call, and subconsciously sat up straight. She hung up after saying "hmm" a few times, and said to the two companions: "I have to work as free labor again tonight."
