"He has the attitude, if he meets your parents..." Su Hanyan was shocked by the scene of He Zhiyong meeting with Feng Yan's parents.
"Don't worry!" Feng Yan hugged her shoulders, leaned back slightly, and his eyes staring at the top of the car suddenly became colder.
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"It's really a blessing from Mr. Feng. Not everyone can stay in the Presidential Suite at the Langston Hotel." He Zhiyong controlled the electric wheelchair and moved in the spacious Presidential Suite living room.
The presidential suite of the Langston Hotel, which is luxurious, symbolizing the value of identity, is not something you can live in with money. If it weren't for the Feng family, a simple businessman like He Zhiyong would not be able to live here.
"It's good if dad likes it," Feng Yan sat on the wide and comfortable sofa, looking at Su Hanyan beside him gently.
Just because He Zhiyong is Su Hanyan's father, he doesn't care about some things.
Lin Qirui, who had never been here before, naturally visited around. He was very jealous of the Feng family's wealth, status and identity.
With such a lofty man by his side, Su Hanyan will definitely be devoted to his heart. Then, his choice back then was meaningless.
He walked across from them and sat down, his bookish face half cold and half unwilling to accept it.
"Mr. Feng..." He Zhiyong's wheelchair was parked one meter away from Feng Yan.
"You can call my name." Feng Yan said with a smile.
"I dare not, but I dare not," He Zhiyong laughed, but it could not hide the displeasure in his heart. "Who is the Feng family? The Feng family in Kyoto has been a traditional family that has lasted for hundreds of years, and it is not something that ordinary people can do.
We must be in awe, and in the future, I may also call you respectfully, sir."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yan's beautiful lips curled up a curve that seemed to be smiling.
He didn't speak, but his innate noble temperament, the clear light like a star in his eyes, and the extraordinary momentum that made people dare not overtake him, even the people in the room dared to say a word.
Because of his silence, the atmosphere in the room was depressing and depressed.
Lin Qirui was still thinking about echoing He Zhiyong, but at this moment he didn't even dare to show his vigor. The extremely cold chill on Feng Yan's body made him frozen.
"A Yan..." Su Hanyan certainly knew that Feng Yan was angry, so she pulled off the corner of his clothes.
Feng Yan didn't look at her, so he took out a cash check from his pocket and put it on the coffee table, "This is the Feng family's betrothal."
Lin Qirui glanced at him, and the series of zeros on it was so shocked that he took a breath.
He Zhiyong glanced at Uncle Chen behind him. Uncle Chen picked up the check and handed it to He Zhiyong, "Master..."
He Zhiyong took it and glanced at it. Two billion.
This is equivalent to giving him a family of He. No wonder Feng Yan told He Jiahui that he would give Su Hanyan what he wanted.
The Feng family's GS consortium is indeed well-deserved. It will cost 2 billion yuan if it is a betrothal gift, and it will cost people so much that they can't even think of a reason to object.
Such a marriage will be the most perfect for everyone.
But who is he? He Zhiyong!
Therefore, such perfection is destined to be not perfect at all.
"Mr. Feng, to be honest, I still object to you being together because our cigarettes are not worthy of you," He Zhiyong threw the check to the coffee table. The paper was thin and fell onto the expensive Persian handmade carpet.