Early the next morning, while Yang Cheng was still lying in bed, he received a call from Yuan Ye, a young man who couldn't stand the loneliness.
"Yang Cheng, are you awake?" Yuan Ye was in a good mood. It seemed that celebrating his 20th birthday was a wonderful thing for him. He wasn't the slightest bit depressed that he was about to reach his thirties.
Yang Cheng yawned, "Can I answer your call when I'm asleep?"
"That's good. I'll personally pick you up later. You won't be able to find my address if you look for it yourself." Yuan Ye said.
Yang Cheng indeed didn't know the way to many places. Since the Yuan family was the number one family in Zhonghai according to Lin Ruoxi, Yang Cheng could understand why they lived in a special place.
"Do you know where I live?" Yang Cheng asked.
"I don't know, so I'm calling to ask you."
"Dragon Garden No. 89. Call me when you're here. I'm going to lie down for a while." Yang Cheng said and was about to hang up.
"Don't hang up!" Yuan Ye laughed, "I'm already here. Actually, I just wanted to confirm."
Yang Cheng smacked his lips, thought for a moment, and said, "It was Tangtang, that little girl, who told you I live here, right?"
"Hehe, you guessed it. I'll pick you up and then pick up Tangtang. Her mother is very strict. If no one picks her up, it'll be hard for her to come out alone." Yuan Ye said, taking pleasure in his misfortune.
"You seem to be very happy. Is it because she won't have the chance to be with other boys and you'll be Anxin?" Yang Cheng asked with a light smile.
"You guessed it. Haha, hurry up and come down."
Although Yang Chen hadn't met Yuan Ye many times in real life, after playing games and chatting online for a period of time, the relationship between the two had become very familiar. Therefore, Yuan Ye's tone became more relaxed, which made Yang Chen enjoy it a lot. To be able to make a younger male friend was rather rare.
After dressing up, Yang Cheng shaved his beard so that he didn't look too dispirited. Then, he went downstairs.
Downstairs, Mother Wang had already prepared breakfast. It happened to be a Western-style sandwich with ham and milk. Yang Cheng casually picked up a sandwich, said goodbye to Mother Wang, and was about to go out.
Mother Wang hurriedly called out to Yang Cheng, "Son-in-law, wait a minute. Are you going to attend Young Master Yuan's birthday celebration?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Mother Wang walked to the side of the stairs with a smile, picked up an exquisite red gift bag from the floor, and handed it to Yang Cheng. "This was prepared by Miss last night and sent over this morning. She asked Young Master to give it to someone later. The favorite things of the Yuan Family are all inside."
Putting aside the fact that Lin Ruoxi knew what the Yuan Family liked, Yang Cheng felt that his wife would be especially motivated when it came to paving the way for her career.
Just based on this point alone, Lin Ruoxi could be considered as a representative of traditional women.
"Alright then!" Yang Cheng naturally had no reason to refuse. He opened the bag and took a look. Every gift was labeled with a different person's name. It seemed that Lin Ruoxi had already thought it through.
When he came out of the house, there was already a white BMW 335 parked by the side of the road. Because Yuan Ye had to pick up two people, he wouldn't be driving his flashy Audi R8, which only had two seats.
Yang Cheng opened the door of the front passenger seat and placed the gift bag in the backseat.
Dressed in a well-ironed suit, Yuan Ye who was already handsome and had an excellent temperament looked to be in high spirits. Seeing Yang Chen holding a bag of gifts, he couldn't help but smile and say, "I'm not used to seeing you holding a bag of gifts."
"Why? Can't I give a gift?" Yang Cheng asked unhappily.
"You don't look like someone who cares about these things. I thought you were going to my house empty-handed and were in a hurry to come back." Yuan Ye said honestly.
Yang Cheng said seriously, "It's prepared by my wife. I can't turn down her good intentions. A young man like you can't understand the responsibility of a married man."
Yuan Ye laughed and didn't say anything else. He started the car and drove off.
Half an hour later, the two arrived at the courtyard in the western suburbs where Tangtang lived. The road here was wrapped in dense green as usual.
When they arrived at the door of Tang Tang's house, Tang Tang, who was wearing a black and white Japanese-style short skirt and white stockings, was already standing at the door waiting. Her pure face matched with her cute outfit. She looked like a maid from a rich family in a Japanese manga, except for the maid scarf on her head. When she saw Yuan Ye driving over, she waved at the two of them.
When the empty-handed Tangtang got into the car, she high-fived Yuan Ye and smiled.
Then, Tangtang angrily said to Yang Cheng, "Uncle, you haven't called me for so many days. If it wasn't for Brother Yuan Ye's birthday today, would you have forgotten about me?"
"Why would I call you if there's nothing important?"
"Then are you calling your lover?"
"No … Wait! What lover? What are you talking about? "Yang Cheng pretended to be serious.
Tangtang made a face, "I've seen through you. Uncle, you're the current Wu Qi, Liu An, and Chen Shimei!"
"What do they do?" Yang Cheng didn't know much about ancient Hua Xia.
Yuan Ye explained while driving, "Wu Qi and Liu An killed their wives for their own benefit. Chen Shimei abandoned his wife and son …"
"What!?" Yang Chen was enraged, he flipped over and stretched out his hand, twisting TangTang's tender cheeks, and dragged her in front of him, "How can you say such things so casually? Otherwise, why would I call you a little girl? You're still so immature!? "
Tangtang begged Yang Cheng to let go, but she still shrunk back and giggled.
Yuan Ye looked at the rearview mirror and saw Tangtang's mischievous smile. He shook his head helplessly and asked, "Tangtang, isn't auntie going?"
Tangtang nodded, "Mhmm, mom asked me to send her regards to Uncle Yuan and the others. She went to meet the leaders from Beijing early in the morning."
"What a pity, Secretary Fang will be there today," Yuan Ye sighed.
"So that's how it is …" Tang Tang pouted and said disappointedly, "I think Mom probably knew that Dad was going to go, so she didn't go. I was just thinking, if they suddenly meet some leaders, it would be the same whether those leaders pay attention to them or not. No matter how high the officials are, can they be more influential than Aunt Yuan?"
"Who's Auntie Yuan?" Yang Cheng asked curiously, "Yuan Ye's mom?"
"Yes, uncle, let me tell you, Auntie Yuan is the most powerful person in Brother Yuan Ye's family. Although Brother Yuan Ye's father is the chairman of the Yuan Group, his mom calls the shots at home." Tangtang giggled, "Auntie Yuan has been very nice to me since I was young. Whenever Brother Yuan Ye tried to snatch fun things from me, Auntie Yuan would help me beat him up. Uncle Yuan didn't dare to say anything at all."
"Why, is she very fierce?" An image of a female Tyrannosaurus appeared in Yang Cheng's mind.
Tangtang hurriedly shook her head, "No way, Auntie Yuan is very gentle and treats people very well. It's because Auntie Yuan's family is one of the most powerful families in Beijing and even the whole of Hua Xia. I remember my mom told me that, but I don't know the details, and Brother Yuan Ye refused to tell me either. "
Yuan Ye smiled shyly, "It's not that exaggerated."
"It's that exaggerated, so with Auntie's help, Brother Yuan Ye couldn't bully me even if he wanted to when I was young, he was always the one crying because of me …"
Listening to TangTang start to expose Yuan Ye's childhood stories without any filter, bringing out one embarrassing incident after another, Yang Chen couldn't help but grin, and felt slightly emotional in his heart. Although a child like TangTang definitely had a lot of childhood shadows due to her parents' special relationship, the care and concern given to her by the elders around her, was not little.
In comparison, his own childhood was like the struggle of a cornered beast, it was not something they could imagine at all.
Yuan Ye's face turned red from Tangtang's pile of revelations, he coughed and said, "Tangtang, if you talk about seven or eight years old, that's about right, let's not talk about five or six years old. When I was five, you were only three, how could you possibly remember?"
"I don't really remember, but Auntie Yuan will tell me. Brother Yuan Ye, are you shy?" Tangtang acted as if she had won a small battle.
Yuan Ye smiled bitterly and said to Yang Cheng, "Listen, sometimes I really wonder if Tangtang is my mom's biological daughter, since she has been helping her since she was young and not me."
Yang Cheng looked at the couple who were like enemies and said, "Do you two count as childhood sweethearts, hmm … that's how I use the word."
Tangtang's face turned red, and Yuan Ye also looked awkward, but he still had a smile on his lips.
The car suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous. Yang Cheng playfully looked back and forth between Tangtang and Yuan Ye, suddenly feeling that he was very old. For people like them, one was eighteen years old, and the other was twenty years old, it was called the prime of their youth.
Although he was only three or four years older than Yuan Ye, compared to them, there seemed to be a huge generation gap. At the very least, when he faced the woman he liked, he wouldn't smile shyly, and wouldn't dare to look her in the eyes. Maybe he would have hugged the woman's head and kissed her.
At this moment, the BMW drove into a narrow street, and in the direction of the crossroads in front, a heavy truck suddenly appeared!
Yuan Ye slammed on the brakes and pressed the horn angrily. This sudden appearance was too dangerous!
However, the situation didn't seem to be so simple, because from the intersection behind, a large GMC truck suddenly drove out, closely blocking the back of the BMW. Moreover, from the two trucks in front and behind, seven or eight men holding submachine guns, wearing large sunglasses, and dressed uniformly in black leather clothes and jeans jumped out.
This sudden change of events caused the vehicles and pedestrians on both sides of the street to be in a mess. All of them frantically fled, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
In the blink of an eye, four men pointed their submachine guns at Yang Cheng and the other two in the BMW. One of them wore a boxing glove with steel nails, and smashed the driver's door window!
"Bang!"
The glass of the car door fell to the ground, and Tangtang, who was in the car, was so scared that she screamed out.
"Drive the car in!" The voice was as numb as a machine.
The man with the chin up pointed to the big truck in front of him. The huge container behind the big truck had already lowered the iron door at the back. The car only needed to drive to enter the dark container.
Although Yuan Ye was a little frightened, he didn't panic. He looked at the expressionless and silent Yang Cheng beside him, sighed, and drove the car into the container.
When the car drove into the container, the iron door at the back immediately closed, and the entire interior was pitch-black, so dark that one couldn't even see their fingers in front of them.
The interior lights of the BMW were turned on. Yuan Ye turned his head to take a look. Seeing that Tangtang's face was only pale from fright, and that she was safe and sound, he was relieved.
"Brother Yuan Ye, how did this happen? Uncle, aren't you very powerful? Quickly think of a way? Are they here to kidnap me?! "Tangtang asked with a sobbing tone.
Yuan Ye's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and he couldn't say a word. It seemed that he also couldn't figure it out.
Yang Cheng shrugged and sighed with a smile, "I can't believe I encountered such a thing at a birthday party. How would I know what they want? We're already in this iron lump, so we'll talk about it after we get out."
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