Even if this group of senior executives of large companies and government officials were calm, they couldn't help laughing when they heard Yang Xi's name.
The influence of the movie "East and West" is still quite good, so a group of people quickly figured out the meaning of what Yang Chen said, but after laughing, they suddenly realized that something was wrong. The person they faced was Zhou Dongcheng, the young master of Dongxing, and the little emperor of the underground world in the East District of Zhonghai. This kid dared to joke with him for nothing, and he would be desperate!?
But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry, but instead he smiled and said: Mr. Yang is really good at joking, but I like humorous men.
The sound was soft and soft, and it seemed to have a bit of shy joy.
Yang Chen felt goosebumps all over his body, took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it. He sprayed a mouthful of white cigarette before calming down, and said: I don’t like being liked by men.
If you don't like being liked, it doesn't mean I can't like you.Zhou Dongcheng said in a more confusing manner.
Yang Chen held a cigarette in one hand and scratched his hair, not afraid that the cigarette butt would burn the hair. The sticky and soft young master Dongxing in front of him was much trouble than he thought. If he was a vicious, burly and powerful type, Yang Chen was not afraid, but this guy was like a cotton ball, and he couldn't even use it even if he had strength.
The guests around had already started to move around, and several teams of people on the tennis court began to slap the ball back and forth slowly.
The warm sunshine spread on the court, and Yang Chen stretched and stopped talking.
Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen smoking and frowned. After a while, he continued to smile: I know Mr. Yang may have some misunderstandings about me, but I really want to make Mr. Yang as a friend. I wonder if there is a chance?
friend?Yang Chen said vaguely: The way you make friends is to send a car to track it?
Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it, and nodded frankly and said: Yes, but that time was just an accident. I didn’t expect Mr. Yang to use thunder means, but I can guarantee that I won’t pursue it.In fact, the instructions I gave them were just to investigate Mr. Yang's surrounding environment.
I don't like someone to investigate me.Yang Chen said lightly.
Zhou Dongcheng looked at each other without fear, I promise not to go back in the future, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man who seems to be broad-minded in my opinion, I think you can forgive me for that reckless move.
He has been used by others with respect, and Yang Chen really can't say anything harsh, so he had to nod indifferently. Forget it, I'm too lazy to be troublesome.
So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?Zhou Dongcheng asked suddenly.
I haven't called it.
It doesn't matter, what matters is the friendly form, not the content of the score.
Zhou Dongcheng's words were irrefutable, and he felt helpless for his active show of kindness.
Yang Chen sighed, stood up first, walked to Tang Wan, and said: Mr. Tang, borrow a racket.
Tang Wan has always paid attention to the conversation between Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she also thought that the two might have had contact before. She didn't talk much at the moment, so she nodded and signaled a waiter to give Yang Chen a standard racket.
Zhou Dongcheng's follower immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag, which was the same color as his clothes. This strange color choice did not attract many people's special attention, because in this circle, it was not a secret that Zhou Dongcheng liked men and liked to feminize himself. After seeing him for too long, he felt relieved.
When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two girls who were originally fighting obediently gave up their territory.
Many businessmen and politicians present began to doubt their judgment. Yang Chen was able to chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play basketball together. Could it be that his true identity is an amazing person?
But there is no such person among Zhonghai's famous figures. Many people speculate that it may be the young master of a big family from another family.
So... Yang Chen walked to the sidelines and asked Mo Qianni, who was talking with several men and women, Miss Mo, how to play tennis?
Mo Qianni was stunned. Although she didn't know what the man was doing to ask such a stupid question, she still explained simply: It was someone else who called him, touched him on the ground and then called him back, and he would lose points when he hit the field.
Oh, understand.Yang Chen recalled the scenes he saw on TV before, and he almost knew about it.
You won't fight?Mo Qianni found the problem and asked suspiciously.
Yang Chen replied truthfully: I haven't fought, but I probably know how to fight.
People who have played tennis basically know that tennis looks big and tennis is much bigger than table tennis. But in fact, it is not easy for you to catch a ball that jumps from the ground on this not-so-large field.
When many beginners first come into contact with tennis, they just couldn't hit the ball. As for hitting it and then hitting it back and hitting the final shot, it was even more difficult.
As the group of people were about to watch the show, Yang Chen swaggered and walked to the field with a cigarette in his mouth, resisting the beat, and said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other end: Come on, let's fight a few shots with you.
Many people on the sidelines heard other elements in this sentence and showed a strange look. Mo Qianni also blushed slightly. This guy always speaks so rudely.
Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then threw the ball and swung the slap!His movements are not very standard, but his body's bent and bounce makes him look elegant.
The ball drew a smooth arc, crossed the block, shot to the ground on Yang Chen's side and jumped up diagonally!
Yang Chen was already standing where the ball was jumping. Since he was holding the cigarette in his hand with his right hand, he naturally held the slap in his left hand and easily hit the ball!
Bang!!The ball collided with the racket and made a depressing and muffled sound!
Tennis flew over the blocking in everyone's surprise eyes and suddenly shot out of the field!
Just like a missile launched into the air, drew a diagonal line, and after crossing a distance of 20 or 30 meters, it continued to fly over the barbed wire that was nearly ten meters behind the sidelines, and then landed towards the parking lot outside the stadium.
Many girls exclaimed, is this a ball played by a person with his left hand??
Even if he didn't hit the ball and hit the field, it was understandable, but the man waved his hand and even used his left hand, and let the ball fly out of the barbed wire more than ten meters!
Even if someone present gave a stone with a cone weight just right, no one dared to say that he could easily throw the stone out of the barbed wire!
Seeing the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, all looked horrified. Yang Chen found that he had accidentally used his strength, but he had never used it. He just underestimated the elasticity of the interaction between tennis balls and tennis rackets.
He smiled awkwardly, and after squirting the ash, he continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth. Yang Chen said: Sorry, this ball is quite elastic. I will pick it up after the ball is played later.
The others smiled stiffly, looking at Yang Chen's arm that was not very muscular and showed a strange expression. If he was punched by that hand, he would probably die.
Mr. Yang is really a divine power.Zhou Dongcheng was also a person who had seen the world. Besides, he had known that Yang Chen had good martial arts before, so he quickly returned to peace, took a new ball from the follower, and said: Then let's continue.
This time, Yang Chen did not use too much force, but just calculated that the strength could just hit the ball back to the opponent's field. As for angle, speed, etc., Yang Chen didn't care at all. The trajectory of the tennis ball was as slow as a turtle in Yang Chen's eyes, and there was no pressure at all.
The people on the sidelines saw Yang Chen walking in the field as if he was walking leisurely. Every time he stood, the ball would be where the ball was bounced up, and then he gently turned back with one hand. The landing points were also where Zhou Dongcheng stood, and Zhou Dongcheng didn't need to move to catch the ball.
Everyone saw that Yang Chen was not playing basketball, but playing basketball!
Although Yang Chen's posture of shooting and playing basketball is ugly, this does not affect everyone's evaluation of his playing basketball skills.
Many young women's eyes were already shining. Yang Chen's facial expression, holding a cigarette in his mouth, sweat dripping on his forehead, his hair blew in the wind, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his leisurely and contentment had deeply stuck their eyes.
Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni was looking at Yang Chen with a little dullness, her eyes were as intoxicated as other women, and she sighed slightly.
In Tang Wan's opinion, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a playboy. He has been awakened since he first found himself by the river for a night. Later, when he met Li Jingjing with him at the school where his daughter was, he became even more confident. This time he didn't expect that he would be Mo Qianni.
Li Jingjing is a simple girl, and it is normal to be deceived by Yang Chen. However, a well-known female public relations company like Mo Qianni, and an outstanding manager of the company, would even be deeply trapped in the mud. This made Tang Wan wonder why Yang Chen captured the favor of these two girls with different styles but equally outstanding styles.
At this moment, Tang Wan saw a man who was playing with poor ball skills on the court but playing tennis in the middle of applause. It seemed that the biggest characteristic of this man was that other men could not have.
Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni was looking at him with a never-before, and she didn't expect that Tang Wan, who greeted her, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist in her heart. He just gradually realized that Zhou Dongcheng on the opposite side was almost out of strength to hit the ball back. It seemed that after slapped dozens of times in a row, Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of strength.
When the ball burst into his eyes again, Yang Chen grabbed the ball firmly with his hands, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth casually, and shouted at Zhou Dongcheng: Are you still fighting?
Zhou Dongcheng was sweating heavily, and bent down with his hands on his knees before he could not sit on the ground. He threw the racket, waved his hand with difficulty, and said sadly: No... I won't beat you anymore...
Then I'll leave.Yang Chen really didn't want to stay here for too long. Because of Qiangwei, Zhou Dongcheng must be the enemy, but this enemy was always laughing, how could he bear it!?
Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious, and he didn't care about the difficulty, and gasped and shouted: Yang... Mr. Yang, wait, I don't know... I don't know if I'm lucky enough to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?
Come to your sister Ah!
When Yang Chen thought of sitting on both ends of the candlelight dinner table with a man with a gorgeous and eye-catching look, he felt cold all over. He walked to the side of the court and grabbed Mo Qianni's little hand and said: Let's go, I'm hungry and go for dinner!
After saying that, he didn't give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and pulled her out strongly.
Mo Qianni was held intimately by Yang Chen, feeling the hot temperature, her face was inevitably blushed, her heart was as if she had no strength, and she seemed to have no thoughts to pull her hands out, so she had to turn around and say hello to several bosses and leave the tennis court with Yang Chen.
After several Zhou Dongcheng's entourage went up to help Zhou Dongcheng with a loss to the sidelines, someone asked with a gloomy face: Young master, that Yang Chen is ignorant. Do you want to send his brothers to give him some small gifts?
Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, only scaring the man to the point of not wet his pants.
Yang Chen is my friend, he is a real man, don’t say bad things about him in front of me in the future!
Yes...yes...yes...young master...
Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction of Yang Chen's departure and fell into an obsessive look again.
The influence of the movie "East and West" is still quite good, so a group of people quickly figured out the meaning of what Yang Chen said, but after laughing, they suddenly realized that something was wrong. The person they faced was Zhou Dongcheng, the young master of Dongxing, and the little emperor of the underground world in the East District of Zhonghai. This kid dared to joke with him for nothing, and he would be desperate!?
But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry, but instead he smiled and said: Mr. Yang is really good at joking, but I like humorous men.
The sound was soft and soft, and it seemed to have a bit of shy joy.
Yang Chen felt goosebumps all over his body, took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it. He sprayed a mouthful of white cigarette before calming down, and said: I don’t like being liked by men.
If you don't like being liked, it doesn't mean I can't like you.Zhou Dongcheng said in a more confusing manner.
Yang Chen held a cigarette in one hand and scratched his hair, not afraid that the cigarette butt would burn the hair. The sticky and soft young master Dongxing in front of him was much trouble than he thought. If he was a vicious, burly and powerful type, Yang Chen was not afraid, but this guy was like a cotton ball, and he couldn't even use it even if he had strength.
The guests around had already started to move around, and several teams of people on the tennis court began to slap the ball back and forth slowly.
The warm sunshine spread on the court, and Yang Chen stretched and stopped talking.
Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen smoking and frowned. After a while, he continued to smile: I know Mr. Yang may have some misunderstandings about me, but I really want to make Mr. Yang as a friend. I wonder if there is a chance?
friend?Yang Chen said vaguely: The way you make friends is to send a car to track it?
Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it, and nodded frankly and said: Yes, but that time was just an accident. I didn’t expect Mr. Yang to use thunder means, but I can guarantee that I won’t pursue it.In fact, the instructions I gave them were just to investigate Mr. Yang's surrounding environment.
I don't like someone to investigate me.Yang Chen said lightly.
Zhou Dongcheng looked at each other without fear, I promise not to go back in the future, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man who seems to be broad-minded in my opinion, I think you can forgive me for that reckless move.
He has been used by others with respect, and Yang Chen really can't say anything harsh, so he had to nod indifferently. Forget it, I'm too lazy to be troublesome.
So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?Zhou Dongcheng asked suddenly.
I haven't called it.
It doesn't matter, what matters is the friendly form, not the content of the score.
Zhou Dongcheng's words were irrefutable, and he felt helpless for his active show of kindness.
Yang Chen sighed, stood up first, walked to Tang Wan, and said: Mr. Tang, borrow a racket.
Tang Wan has always paid attention to the conversation between Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she also thought that the two might have had contact before. She didn't talk much at the moment, so she nodded and signaled a waiter to give Yang Chen a standard racket.
Zhou Dongcheng's follower immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag, which was the same color as his clothes. This strange color choice did not attract many people's special attention, because in this circle, it was not a secret that Zhou Dongcheng liked men and liked to feminize himself. After seeing him for too long, he felt relieved.
When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two girls who were originally fighting obediently gave up their territory.
Many businessmen and politicians present began to doubt their judgment. Yang Chen was able to chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play basketball together. Could it be that his true identity is an amazing person?
But there is no such person among Zhonghai's famous figures. Many people speculate that it may be the young master of a big family from another family.
So... Yang Chen walked to the sidelines and asked Mo Qianni, who was talking with several men and women, Miss Mo, how to play tennis?
Mo Qianni was stunned. Although she didn't know what the man was doing to ask such a stupid question, she still explained simply: It was someone else who called him, touched him on the ground and then called him back, and he would lose points when he hit the field.
Oh, understand.Yang Chen recalled the scenes he saw on TV before, and he almost knew about it.
You won't fight?Mo Qianni found the problem and asked suspiciously.
Yang Chen replied truthfully: I haven't fought, but I probably know how to fight.
People who have played tennis basically know that tennis looks big and tennis is much bigger than table tennis. But in fact, it is not easy for you to catch a ball that jumps from the ground on this not-so-large field.
When many beginners first come into contact with tennis, they just couldn't hit the ball. As for hitting it and then hitting it back and hitting the final shot, it was even more difficult.
As the group of people were about to watch the show, Yang Chen swaggered and walked to the field with a cigarette in his mouth, resisting the beat, and said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other end: Come on, let's fight a few shots with you.
Many people on the sidelines heard other elements in this sentence and showed a strange look. Mo Qianni also blushed slightly. This guy always speaks so rudely.
Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then threw the ball and swung the slap!His movements are not very standard, but his body's bent and bounce makes him look elegant.
The ball drew a smooth arc, crossed the block, shot to the ground on Yang Chen's side and jumped up diagonally!
Yang Chen was already standing where the ball was jumping. Since he was holding the cigarette in his hand with his right hand, he naturally held the slap in his left hand and easily hit the ball!
Bang!!The ball collided with the racket and made a depressing and muffled sound!
Tennis flew over the blocking in everyone's surprise eyes and suddenly shot out of the field!
Just like a missile launched into the air, drew a diagonal line, and after crossing a distance of 20 or 30 meters, it continued to fly over the barbed wire that was nearly ten meters behind the sidelines, and then landed towards the parking lot outside the stadium.
Many girls exclaimed, is this a ball played by a person with his left hand??
Even if he didn't hit the ball and hit the field, it was understandable, but the man waved his hand and even used his left hand, and let the ball fly out of the barbed wire more than ten meters!
Even if someone present gave a stone with a cone weight just right, no one dared to say that he could easily throw the stone out of the barbed wire!
Seeing the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, all looked horrified. Yang Chen found that he had accidentally used his strength, but he had never used it. He just underestimated the elasticity of the interaction between tennis balls and tennis rackets.
He smiled awkwardly, and after squirting the ash, he continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth. Yang Chen said: Sorry, this ball is quite elastic. I will pick it up after the ball is played later.
The others smiled stiffly, looking at Yang Chen's arm that was not very muscular and showed a strange expression. If he was punched by that hand, he would probably die.
Mr. Yang is really a divine power.Zhou Dongcheng was also a person who had seen the world. Besides, he had known that Yang Chen had good martial arts before, so he quickly returned to peace, took a new ball from the follower, and said: Then let's continue.
This time, Yang Chen did not use too much force, but just calculated that the strength could just hit the ball back to the opponent's field. As for angle, speed, etc., Yang Chen didn't care at all. The trajectory of the tennis ball was as slow as a turtle in Yang Chen's eyes, and there was no pressure at all.
The people on the sidelines saw Yang Chen walking in the field as if he was walking leisurely. Every time he stood, the ball would be where the ball was bounced up, and then he gently turned back with one hand. The landing points were also where Zhou Dongcheng stood, and Zhou Dongcheng didn't need to move to catch the ball.
Everyone saw that Yang Chen was not playing basketball, but playing basketball!
Although Yang Chen's posture of shooting and playing basketball is ugly, this does not affect everyone's evaluation of his playing basketball skills.
Many young women's eyes were already shining. Yang Chen's facial expression, holding a cigarette in his mouth, sweat dripping on his forehead, his hair blew in the wind, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his leisurely and contentment had deeply stuck their eyes.
Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni was looking at Yang Chen with a little dullness, her eyes were as intoxicated as other women, and she sighed slightly.
In Tang Wan's opinion, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a playboy. He has been awakened since he first found himself by the river for a night. Later, when he met Li Jingjing with him at the school where his daughter was, he became even more confident. This time he didn't expect that he would be Mo Qianni.
Li Jingjing is a simple girl, and it is normal to be deceived by Yang Chen. However, a well-known female public relations company like Mo Qianni, and an outstanding manager of the company, would even be deeply trapped in the mud. This made Tang Wan wonder why Yang Chen captured the favor of these two girls with different styles but equally outstanding styles.
At this moment, Tang Wan saw a man who was playing with poor ball skills on the court but playing tennis in the middle of applause. It seemed that the biggest characteristic of this man was that other men could not have.
Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni was looking at him with a never-before, and she didn't expect that Tang Wan, who greeted her, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist in her heart. He just gradually realized that Zhou Dongcheng on the opposite side was almost out of strength to hit the ball back. It seemed that after slapped dozens of times in a row, Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of strength.
When the ball burst into his eyes again, Yang Chen grabbed the ball firmly with his hands, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth casually, and shouted at Zhou Dongcheng: Are you still fighting?
Zhou Dongcheng was sweating heavily, and bent down with his hands on his knees before he could not sit on the ground. He threw the racket, waved his hand with difficulty, and said sadly: No... I won't beat you anymore...
Then I'll leave.Yang Chen really didn't want to stay here for too long. Because of Qiangwei, Zhou Dongcheng must be the enemy, but this enemy was always laughing, how could he bear it!?
Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious, and he didn't care about the difficulty, and gasped and shouted: Yang... Mr. Yang, wait, I don't know... I don't know if I'm lucky enough to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?
Come to your sister Ah!
When Yang Chen thought of sitting on both ends of the candlelight dinner table with a man with a gorgeous and eye-catching look, he felt cold all over. He walked to the side of the court and grabbed Mo Qianni's little hand and said: Let's go, I'm hungry and go for dinner!
After saying that, he didn't give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and pulled her out strongly.
Mo Qianni was held intimately by Yang Chen, feeling the hot temperature, her face was inevitably blushed, her heart was as if she had no strength, and she seemed to have no thoughts to pull her hands out, so she had to turn around and say hello to several bosses and leave the tennis court with Yang Chen.
After several Zhou Dongcheng's entourage went up to help Zhou Dongcheng with a loss to the sidelines, someone asked with a gloomy face: Young master, that Yang Chen is ignorant. Do you want to send his brothers to give him some small gifts?
Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, only scaring the man to the point of not wet his pants.
Yang Chen is my friend, he is a real man, don’t say bad things about him in front of me in the future!
Yes...yes...yes...young master...
Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction of Yang Chen's departure and fell into an obsessive look again.
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