Yang Cheng, who was flying back to Yan Jing, couldn't help but worry about Yu Xuening who was on the first floor of the Tongtian Tower. To what extent did she fight with the cripple?
Yang Cheng felt that Yu Xuening was not the kind of hot-blooded and reckless woman. She should have her own plans, so he tried to think positively.
At least, it seemed that Wen Tao didn't come out with her, which was good news. Otherwise, he really couldn't do anything to him now.
Yun Miao had already reported the news of Yang Cheng's return to Yan Jing early, and the Yang Family naturally received the notice. For the Yang Family, it had to be said that it was encouraging news.
The originally tense atmosphere, with the return of Yang Cheng, was calmed down again.
Many Yan Jing families, political circles, and military forces who were eyeing covetously also lost their previous hungry tiger eyes and obediently calmed down.
Many people were about to vomit blood in their hearts. This devil had made them happy for nothing. Sure enough, the scourge would live for a thousand years, he wouldn't be finished so easily …
It seemed that the Heavens didn't want the Yang Family to die, so they could only continue to endure …
However, some people who were more scheming were curious about where Yang Cheng went and why he disappeared for such a long time.
In any case, it happened to be the time to welcome the New Year's Eve. The entire Yang Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners. Now it could be said to be double happiness.
The entire Yang Family's personal guards were relieved at this moment because of the previous tense atmosphere, and they were particularly energetic. They lined up neatly in two columns outside the courtyard, clearly telling the whole Yan Jing that they were waiting for someone's return.
When Guo Xuehua learned that her son had returned safely, she almost ran to the ancestral hall to burn incense and kowtow to the ancestors of the Yang Family. Yang Pojun, who was dragged along, also smiled bitterly.
But when he saw the few strands of silver hair on his wife's temples, Yang Pojun couldn't smile.
The news of Yang Lie's death was a huge shock to Guo Xuehua. She had only given birth to two sons. If neither of them survived, the old would have to bury the young before her. This woman who was more than 50 years old would have a mental breakdown.
Therefore, Yang Pojun had a mixture of love and hate for Yang Cheng's return. He loved that the kid was fine, but he hated that he had been gone for half a month!
These days, Yang Gongming's brows are also relaxed. He smilingly orders the servants to slaughter more sheep and cows, waiting for Yang Cheng to come back to have a good meal, although in the end, Lanlan will most likely eat it dry.
The old man had always been in good spirits, but he had been burdened with work for the past few days, so it was inevitable that he looked a little haggard.
The maid at home was ordered to run to the backyard to inform the young mistress. When Lin Ruoxi heard the news, she was giving Lanlan a hot bath early in the morning, and the shower gel bottle in her hand immediately fell into the bathtub.
The chubby little girl picked up the bottle, but saw that her mother's eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry. She obediently rubbed her fat and tender face on Lin Ruoxi's arm, trying to please and comfort her at the same time.
Lin Ruoxi looked at her daughter with a complicated expression. Although nothing could be seen from her expression, her heart was in turmoil. In addition to ecstasy, excitement, and expectation, there was also a trace of uneasiness.
Soon, the news was also learned by Tang Wan and other women, which made them all feel relieved. The women in Zhonghai didn't know that in just two weeks, the man they loved had escaped from the gates of hell.
Yang Cheng, who returned to Yanjing by private plane, was picked up by Yuan Ye again.
Yang Jieyu and her husband stayed in Yanjing with Yuan Ye. They would return to Zhonghai after the New Year. They thought that it would be a happy period of time, but it was spent in fear.
Yuan Ye inevitably asked what happened to Yang Cheng recently, but Yang Cheng rolled his eyes and told him not to ask what he shouldn't ask.
When they returned to the outside of the Yang Family's courtyard, it was close to noon. The vast parking lot in front of the door was already filled with a large number of luxury cars. Obviously, many people came after hearing the news. They pretended to visit, but in fact, they wanted to confirm whether Yang Cheng really came back.
After the black Mercedes-Benz S600 stopped, the two did not rush to get off.
"Hehe, Brother Chen, it seems that many people are eager for you not to come back!" Yuan Ye had been mingling in the circle of Yanjing with his parents these days, and he had also matured a lot.
On the other hand, Yang Cheng looked at the mirror in the car and touched the stubble on his chin. He said vaguely, "Do you have cigarettes?"
Although Yuan Ye did not smoke, he still prepared a pack of Yellow Crane Tower in the car for some occasions. He opened a pack for Yang Cheng and handed one to him.
Yang Cheng directly snatched the whole pack and glared at him. "Brat, you obviously have one, but you only gave me one. Look at you, so petty, so useless …"
Yuan Ye wanted to cry but had no tears. You didn't make it clear again.
He had not smoked for a long time, and finally returned to the familiar world. How could Yang Cheng not let go of his mood? His smoking addiction was triggered again.
However, this kind of high-end cigarette did not feel exciting enough, which made Yang Cheng feel quite regretful.
After putting the cigarette in his mouth, Yang Cheng subconsciously wanted to use some True Origin to light the cigarette butt. However, he realized that he almost made a big mistake again, so he could only groan and "borrow" a lighter from Yuan Ye.
The days of not being able to use his cultivation were really inconvenient, Yang Cheng thought unhappily.
After tidying up his hair, Yang Cheng looked at his clothes again. Because he had not changed for a long time, he had been changed into a simple gray sweater and black trousers on Mount Shu. His shoes had even become a pair of cloth shoes.
Yang Cheng could not help but glance at Yuan Ye's black Giorgio Armani suit in front of him. His yellow teeth were almost exposed, and Yuan Ye's smile was a little ugly.
"Brat, take off your clothes."
"What, Brother Chen … I'm not into that …" Yuan Ye said nervously.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Leave your white butt for that girl Tangtang. I see that you look like a dog. Lend it to me. Don't you see that those people are waiting for me to return? How can I not show some style?" Yang Cheng no longer cared about Yuan Ye's resistance and pounced on him to pull him.
Yuan Ye sighed bitterly. His good intentions were not rewarded. If he had known earlier, he would not have picked it up. He was really a robber cousin, even robbing his own cousin!
At this moment, in the living room of the front yard of the Yang Family, Yang Gongming was sitting on the master's seat, holding a teacup and waiting silently.
The other members of the Yang Family were also looking forward to it. Lin Ruoxi was holding Lanlan and standing next to Guo Xuehua.
The chubby little girl was not interested in attracting so many people when her father came back. She only held a bag of beef jerky in her hand and chewed it with relish.
On both sides of the living room, there were some clan leaders from the collateral branches of the Yang Family, some representatives of other families in Beijing, and dozens of cadres and military generals.
Among them, the most eye-catching one was undoubtedly Ning Guangyao who immediately put down his work and rushed over after receiving the report.
However, what puzzled many people was that there was a handsome man in a white suit standing behind Ning Guangyao. He had long hair and an arrogant look. He seemed to be too lazy to talk to anyone.
A guard entered the hall and reported, "Marshal, Young Master Yang Cheng's car is already outside, but I don't know why he hasn't gotten off."
"Go and urge him, so many people who care about him are waiting." Yang Gongming waved his hand, and his words sounded a little different.
Guo Xuehua stood behind and couldn't wait to open the door for her son. She could only stretch her neck anxiously.
After a while, there was finally some movement at the gate. The moment a familiar figure stepped through the door, many people held their breath.
His messy hair was very messy, with a few strands of hair still sticking up. He wore a pair of big sunglasses that he got from Yuan Ye, covering half of his face. He bit a half-smoked cigarette butt in his mouth and puffed out white smoke.
His gray sweater had long been replaced with the striped shirt that Yuan Ye wore. He was wearing a black suit jacket and a pair of leather shoes that didn't fit well, so he wore them as slippers. He walked toward the hall with his feet splayed out on the bluestone slabs, making a "Ta Ta Ta Ta" sound.
The serious and unpredictable expressions on everyone's faces all collapsed at this moment. Most of them couldn't help but smile and put on weird expressions.
Even Guo Xuehua, who was very excited, stood there and didn't know what to say when she saw her son's appearance.
"Haha, so many people are waiting for me to eat? It seems that I'm quite popular. Comrades, you've worked hard! Haha … Oh, isn't this Minister Wang? Oh, General Li is here too … "
Yang Cheng took off his sunglasses and shook hands with these officials and representatives who were just acquaintances as he entered the door. He really looked like a leader greeting the masses.
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