The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Feijun raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

"She wants to talk to you." Su Tong said, handing over the phone, "You should have your own phone, too. I used to think that the big brother was too bulky, but now the phone is not big?"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "It's not convenient for me to bring it to class. Okay, I will listen to you and have one, so I don't have to trouble you to answer all the calls, my secretary."

Su Tong gave him a white look.

Yang Fei answered the phone and asked, "Ms. Ruoling, what can I do?"

"I just wanted to ask you, what did you say after you went back? Did I bite? Or did I fall on a horse?"

"..." Yang Fei cut off the phone directly.

Su Tong asked in surprise: "What's wrong? What did she say?"

Yang Fei's expression remained unchanged and said, "I still ask about cooperation. I don't know how to answer, so I hang up."

Su Tong said: "According to what you just said, I think your idea is right. We should find a backer. If there is something really wrong, there is also a person who speaks. Otherwise, anyone can bully us. We too No one can use it!"

Yang Fei thought slightly, but did not answer.

He thought of what Jiang Hanying had said to him. It seemed that she already knew that the Chen family wanted to cooperate with him, right?

Do you want to talk to Jiang Hanying?

Su Tong clung to him obediently, and said distressedly: "I suddenly thought of a poem."

"What poem?" Yang Fei asked.

"Suddenly I saw Yangliu, the stranger, regretting my husband's son-in-law seeking a title. Yangliu is just a metaphor, different people think of different things. I see you like this, and I regret that you are so rich."

"Every family has hard-to-read scriptures. If we work in a factory and earn two to three hundred yuan a month, do you think there will be no trouble?"

"Well, there will be more troubles. I have a deep understanding before. I have to think twice about what I buy. My family is sick and dare not go to the hospital. The house is so broken and I don't have the money to repair it. By comparison, I would rather struggle. Even if it is trouble, at least it is trouble with money."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "You're still alive."

"Don’t the world often say that you would rather sit in a BMW and cry than on a bicycle? In fact, how long can you cry when sitting in a BMW? If you cry, you will forget it, and it’s fine. How many days can someone who is sitting on a bicycle laugh? After laughing, there is endless pain."

Yang Fei said, "So, we only have to work hard. Especially at this point, if we are defeated by others, then we will not only have nothing but hundreds of millions of debts. Think about it, isn't it scary?"

"I wanted to understand it a long time ago, so I followed you." Su Tong smiled, "I feel at ease with you. You must not leave me alone."

Yang Fei touched her face affectionately: "Fool."

He was lost in thought again.

People's Congress, outside the school, under the shade of trees.

Yang Fei put his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at a spider on the leaves.

The spider is trying hard to get a bite to eat, no matter how fragile the web is, it will break when the wind blows or the rain beats.

Broken, the big deal will come again.

Life is such a constant effort, no matter how hard you work, as long as you are not beaten by life, you can always find that stuttering.

"Yang Fei!" Jiang Hanying's pretty shadow appeared in front of Yang Fei.

She was wearing a white coat, and the legs under her jeans were long and straight.

"Jiang Hanying, hello?" Yang Fei nodded politely.

"It's rare that you can ask me out!" Jiang Hanying blinked, "I have to see if the sun comes out from the west today."

"Don't be joking. We are all old classmates."

"Is it just an old classmate?"

"Cough! What, find a place to sit?"

"Well, I know there is a clear one, there are few people there, and it's very private."

Hearing the word private, Yang Fei's mind flashed bits and pieces of her past.

What made him regret was that he couldn't overlap the memory with the person before him.

It was so close to him in the past, but so far away.

In the evening, the Qing Bar just opened for business, and it was deserted.

There were only two women in the shop, one standing inside the bar to tidy up and the other to wipe outside.

"welcome."

"Two, one bottle of red wine, one fruit plate." Jiang Hanying said.

"Please come in."

The lights inside were set very dimly, and a screen full of plastic vines and flowers hung from the ceiling.

The two rows of decks are separated by a high backrest to form a private space.

There is a small bandstand in the corner with a guitar next to it. Its owner has not yet come.

Yang Fei and Jiang Hanying sat down and smiled at each other, but they didn't speak.

Light music, soothing music, and dim lighting in the store gradually relax people's emotions.

The red wine and fruit plate came.

Jiang Hanying poured two glasses of wine, smiled lightly, and turned the cup in his hand: "Yang Fei, you said, we have a chance, we want to warm the wine for the rest of our lives."

Yang Fei also picked up the wine glass and touched her gently.

Jiang Hanying said: "Red wine does not need to be warm, but it also has a touch of romance."

She drank a toast of Chinese wine in one sip, wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, and said, "I haven't drunk alcohol in a long time. I break the ring for you today."

"Long time? It means you have drunk before?" Yang Fei asked.

"Did it, after graduation, drink it every day. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Yang Fei also drank the wine in one gulp, and said, "Because I drink it every day."

Jiang Hanying suddenly lay on the table, crying bitterly.

Yang Fei looked at her speechlessly, unable to say a word of comfort.

The shop owner seemed to have felt it, and made the music a little louder.

In this way, her cry was overwhelmed by music.

The wine enters the sorrow and turns into lovesick tears.

Yang Fei suddenly understood the artistic conception of this poem.

He reached out and took her hand.

Her hands were so cold, they seemed to have a familiar taste.

"Xiaoying." Yang Fei blurted out, shocked that this name was far away from him, but it was too late to close his mouth.

Jiang Hanying cried bitterly when she heard this call.

"Yang Fei." Jiang Hanying squeezed his hand and shouted in a choked voice~www.ltnovel.com~ but could not speak.

The two of them shook hands like this and sat silently.

Yang Fei filled himself with a cup with his left hand.

Jiang Hanying heard the crisp sound of the wine bottle touching the cup, so she raised her head, picked up the cup first, and drew her head up.

"I thought you would never come to me again." Jiang Hanying's nails were pinched into his palm.

Yang Fei's hand didn't hurt, but his heart hurt.

Last time we met, that was the case. He told himself not to come to her again.

However, he came anyway.

"Xiaoying," Yang Fei asked slowly when she recovered a little, "Do you know Chen Ruoling?"

Jiang Hanying wiped tears from the corners of her eyes: "Did she find you?"

Yang Fei said, "Have you known her a long time ago?"