My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Rao is a group of high-level companies and government officials calmed down again, and heard the name "Yang Xi." The name could not help but laugh out loud.

The influence of the movie "East and West" is still impressive, so a group of people quickly understood the meaning of Yang Chen's words, but after laughing, they suddenly realized that something was not right. But Dong Xing's young master Zhou Dongcheng, the little emperor in the underground world of Zhonghai East District, this kid has nothing to dare to make fun of him, don't die?

But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly lifeless, instead he said with a smile, "Mr. Yang is really kidding, but I like humorous men."

The voice is soft and soft, and it seems to bring a little shy joy.

Yang Chen only felt goose bumps, pulled out a cigarette spot from the pocket of his pants, and breathed white smoke before calming down. "I don't like being liked by men."

"You don't like being liked, it doesn't mean that I can't like you." Zhou Dongcheng said more pretentiously.

Yang Chen held the cigarette in one hand, and scratched his hair by the way, and he was not afraid of the cigarette butts scorching the hair. The sticky Dongxing young master in front of him was much more troublesome than he thought. Yang Chen is not afraid of it, but this product is like a cotton ball and can't be used hard.

The guests around have already started their own activities, and several teams on the tennis court began to pat the ball back and forth slowly.

The mellow sunlight spread on the court, Yang Chen stretched out his lazy waist and stopped talking.

Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen as he smoked and frowned. After a while, he continued to laugh: "I know that Mr. Yang may have misunderstood me, but I really want to make this friend of Mr. Yang.

"Friend?" Yang Chen said vaguely: "The way you make friends is to send a car to track?"

Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it and nodded frankly: "Yes, but that time was just an accident. I did not expect that Mr. Yang would use thunder, but I can guarantee that I will not pursue it. In fact, the instructions I gave them are nothing more Investigate Mr. Yang ’s surroundings. "

"I don't like someone to investigate me." Yang Chen said lightly.

Zhou Dongcheng stared at him without fear, "I promise not to, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man with a broad heart in my opinion, I think you can forgive me for that reckless move."

Having already been honored by others, Yang Chen couldn't really say anything harsh, and nodded indifferently, "Forget it, I'm too lazy."

"So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?" Zhou Dongcheng suddenly asked.

"I haven't hit 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 because of his initiative.

Yang Chen sighed, took the lead to stand up, walked to Tang Wan's side, said: "Mr. Tang, borrow a racket."

Tang Wan has always paid attention to Yang Chen ’s conversation with Zhou Dongcheng. Although he could n’t hear clearly, he also thought that the two might have been in contact before. At this moment, he did n’t talk much and nodded.

Zhou Dongcheng's follower also immediately took a pink racket from the sports bag, which was the same color as his clothes. This eccentric color choice did not attract much attention from many people, because in this circle, Zhou Dongcheng liked It ’s no secret that men like to feminize themselves, and when they see more, they are relieved.

When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two girls who had been playing obediently gave way.

Many business politicians present began to doubt his judgment. Yang Chen could chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play together. Could it be that his true identity is a remarkable person?But Zhonghai's head-and-face characters don't have this number anymore, and many people speculate that it may be a young master from a large family outside.

"So what." Yang Chen walked to the side of the court and asked Mo Qianni, who was talking to several men and women, "Miss Mo, how to play tennis?"

Mo Qianni was stunned. Although she did n’t know what the man asked the silly question to do, he simply explained: “It ’s someone else who comes over, touches it on the ground, and then hits it back. Minute."

"Oh, understand." Yang Chen recalled what he had seen on TV before, and almost knew it.

"You can't fight?" Mo Qianni found the problem and asked suspiciously.

Yang Chen answered truthfully: "I haven't hit it, but I probably know how to hit it."

People who have played tennis are basically clear. It seems that the tennis racket is very big, and the tennis ball is much larger than table tennis, but in fact, on this court that does not seem to be big, you have to pick one from the ground. The bouncing ball is not a simple matter.

Many beginners felt the first time they were in contact with tennis, they just watched the ball fly in front of their eyes, but they just couldn't hit it. As for hitting and hitting it back, hitting a lore is even more difficult.

Under the gaze of a group of people ready to watch a good show, Yang Chen swaggered with a cigarette, walked to the field against the tempo, and said to Zhou Dong at the other end: "Come on, let you shoot some artillery."

Many people on the sidelines heard the other elements in these words, all showing a strange look. Mo Qianni also blushed slightly. This guy always talked so rudely.

Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then tossed the ball and swung!His movements are not very standard, but the bending and bouncing of his body makes him look elegant.

The ball crossed the smooth arc, crossed the block, and hit the ground on the side of Yang Chen to jump diagonally!

Yang Chen is already standing at the position where the ball is jumping. Since the right hand is holding the smoke in his hand, it is natural to take the tempo in the left hand and easily shoot towards the ball!

"Boom !!" The ball hits the racket with a muffled muffled sound!

Tennis jumped over the block in the eyes of everyone, and suddenly flew away from the court!

Just like a missile that launched into the sky, after crossing a diagonal line, after crossing a distance of two or thirty meters, it continued to fly over the barbed wire that was nearly ten meters on the side of the court, and then fell towards the parking lot outside the stadium. .

Does n’t the girlish child exclaim, is this a ball played by one person with his left hand?

Even if it is missed, the field is understandable, but the man flicked it with his left hand and even let the ball fly out of the barbed wire for more than ten meters!

Even if the other person present was given a cone-shaped stone with just the right weight, no one would dare to say that the stone could easily be thrown out of the barbed wire!

Seeing the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, showing a horrified look, Yang Chen found that he had accidentally used his strength, but he had never used it, but he underestimated the flexibility of the interaction between tennis and tennis rackets.

He smiled embarrassingly, after playing the soot, he continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth, Yang Chen said: "I'm sorry, this ball is quite flexible, I will pick it up after playing."

Everyone else smiled stiffly and looked at Yang Chen's not-muscular arm with a weird expression. If he was given a fist by that hand, it would be dead.

"Mr. Yang is really divine." Zhou Dongcheng is also a person who has seen the world. Furthermore, he also knew that Yang Chen's military strength is good, so he quickly returned to calm and took a new ball from his follower. "

This time Yang Chen didn't use too much force, just calculated to let the strength just hit the ball back to the opponent's field. As for the angle, speed and the like, Yang Chen didn't care at all, the tennis track was so slow in Yang Chen's eyes Like a turtle, there is no pressure at all.

The people on the sidelines only saw Yang Chen Xianting walking in the field like a stroll. Every time the standing place will be where the ball was ejected, and then he gently dialed back with one hand, and the landing points were all the places where Zhou Dongcheng stood. It doesn't even need Zhou Dongcheng to move to catch the ball.

Everyone can see that Yang Chen is not playing, he is playing!

Although Yang Chen's posture and playing posture are both "ugly and unbearable." But this does not affect everyone's evaluation of his playing strength.

Many young women are already shining with their eyes. Yang Chen is holding a cigarette, sweat is flowing from his forehead, his hair is blowing in the wind, his eyebrows are frowning slightly, and his leisurely facial expression has deeply stuck their eyes.

Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni was looking at Yang Chen with a bit of slackness in her eyes. Her eyes were a bit different from other women, and she sighed slightly.

In Tang Wan's view, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a playboy. He has been conscious from the first time he found himself in the river by the night. Later, when he met Li Jingjing with his daughter in the school where he was, he was more determined. This time I didn't expect to replace it with Mo Qianni.

Li Jingjing is a simple girl, and it is normal to be deceived by Yang Chen. However, the well-known female public relations department in a mall like Mo Qianni, and the company ’s excellent manager, will even get stuck in the mud. What captures the favor of these two very different but equally outstanding girls.

At this moment, Tang Wan had a little sense of seeing the poorly playing skills on the court, but was playing tennis between the applause. It seems that the man's biggest feature is that other men can't have.

Yang Chen did not know that Mo Qianni was looking at herself with a never-before-seen vision, not to mention that Tang Wan, who was greeted with a smiling face, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist in his heart, he just gradually realized On the opposite side, Zhou Dongcheng had almost no strength to hit the ball back. It seemed that after dozens of consecutive shots, Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of force.

When the ball shot again in front of his eyes, Yang Chen directly grasped the ball firmly with his hand, spit out the cigarette butts in his mouth, and shouted to Zhou Dongcheng, "Are you still playing?"

Zhou Dongcheng was sweating heavily, "Jiaochuan." He bent down, supported his knees with both hands before sitting on the ground, threw the racket, waved his hand hard, and said sadly, "No more."

"Then I'm leaving." Yang Chen really didn't want to stay here more. Zhou Dongcheng must have been the enemy because of the relationship of roses, but this enemy always laughed at himself, how can it stand?

Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious and couldn't take any effort, and gasped and shouted: "Mr. Yang Yang and so on, I don't know if I had the honor to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?"

Come into your sister!

Yang Chen thought of sitting on both ends of the candlelight dinner table with a man with a flirtatious glance. He walked to the side and grabbed Mo Qianni's little hand and said, "Go, I'm hungry to eat!"

Having said that, she did not give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and strongly pulled her out.

Mo Qianni was held by Yang Chen intimately, feeling the hot temperature, her face was unavoidably blushing, her heart hit like a deer, but she didn't have the energy, as if she didn't have the thought to pull out her hand, so she turned around The manager hurriedly greeted and left the tennis court with Yang Chen.

After several Zhou Dongcheng's entourage went up to support the lost Zhou Dongcheng to the sidelines, someone asked with a somber face: "Young Master, that Yang Chen is ignorant of lifting, should he send his brother a small gift?"

Zhou Dongcheng glanced coldly at him, only to scare the man to pee his pants.

"Yang Chen is my friend. He is a real man. Don't talk bad things in front of me in the future!"

"Is the young master."

Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction of Yang Chen's departure and fell into an obsessive look again.