"The general trend waits for no one."
Wang Yishui sighed quietly, without any 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 to be a sigh of relief, but in fact it is inevitable to win.
Ye Zhengming was very satisfied.
Good things are earned.
Ye Zhengming looked at Song Chuyang calmly.
At this moment, the face of this fat man with a sultry smile was blooming, "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 alluring. At this moment, when she heard this, she looked at the sexy figure next to her and curled her lips, "An Xinyue, do you want to 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?" The voice was crisp. After saying this, An Xinyue directly hugged Wang Yitong's waist, but the latter smacked him off without mercy.
"I don't like yours."
An Xinyue didn't take it seriously and giggled, "Maybe your brother Yishui likes my style?"
"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 was neither too loud nor too quiet, neither deliberately concealed nor loud.
Not only was An Xinyue not annoyed, she even twisted her soft waist.
Several young men playing billiards nearby glanced over there calmly. When they looked away, they suddenly found that they were all looking at An Xinyue over there. Suddenly, understanding but embarrassing smiles appeared on everyone's faces.
"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 answer his companion directly.
"Come on, come on, play ball, play ball."
"I heard that tomorrow's banquet will be very exciting, and it's not just for the 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're established. What's this called? If you want to wear a crown, you have to bear its weight." Zhang Shao shot out the shot, black eight pocketed, his face was darker than the ball.
"Damn it, Mr. Zhang is so talented." People around him applauded.
"Get the hell out of your way and don't block me from playing ball."
…
The air was suddenly filled with joy again.
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.
But obviously 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.
Mr. Zhang "inadvertently" 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 was tightly closed. Two middle-aged men in military robes at the door narrowed their eyes slightly, as if they were asleep.
Neither the eldest son of the Wang family, the third-generation leader of the Wang family, Wang Wangbei, nor the crowds coming and going below the pavilion, or the chatter and laughter in the east tower, could make these two middle-aged men look north. 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 in Mo Yan Tower every two days. 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.
Hua Jing, who was not willing to stop being the leader of the hall, left the first house and joined the second house 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 ahead.
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, 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"...
It's just a pity for the flower mirror.
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.
Trust no one.
This is the true emotion of Master Wangbei.
…
Wait until Wang Wangbei and his party go downstairs.
The eyes of the two study guards really opened.
…
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 furious 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 sunlight shines on the girl's face through the glass, illuminating the tiny down hair on her clear face.
She has a long ponytail, a swan neck, a high bridge of nose, and fair muscles and jade 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 it in his heart.
【The way it looks when firing is also beautiful! 】
…
Her long eyelashes fluttered. Tang Yingqi still looked 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 down 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. Bingxue was smart and 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 didn'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 and is so heroic!
Lu Ze grinned, his face full of sunshine.
