098 Rao is group of senior executives and government officials of large companies are calm, and they can't help but laugh out loud when they hear the name "Yang Xi".

The influence of the movie "East Becomes West" is still good, so a group of people quickly figured out the meaning of Yang Chen's words, but after laughing, they suddenly realized that things were not quite right, the person facing this was Zhou Dongcheng, the young master of Dongxing, the little emperor of the underground world in the eastern district of Zhonghai, this kid dared to make jokes about him, don't die!?

But Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry, but pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang is really good at joking, but I like humorous men." ”

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

Yang Chen only felt goosebumps all over his body, took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it, took a puff of white smoke to calm down, and said, "I don't like to be liked by men." ”

"Just because you don't like to be liked doesn't mean I can't like you. Zhou Dongcheng said more tongue-twisted.

Yang Chen held a cigarette in one hand, and scratched his hair by the way, and he was not afraid that the cigarette butt would burn his hair, the sticky and soft young master of Dongxing in front of him was much more troublesome than he imagined, if it was a fierce and vicious, burly and powerful one, Yang Chen was not afraid, but this thing was like a cotton ball, and it was useless to have energy.

The surrounding guests had already begun to move their own activities, and several teams on the tennis court began to slowly slap the ball back and forth.

The melting sun spread on the court, and Yang Chen stretched his waist and stopped talking.

Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen's smoking and frowning for a while before continuing to smile: "I know that Mr. Yang may have misunderstood me, but I really want to make Mr. Yang a friend, I don't know if there is a chance?"

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

Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it, and nodded frankly: "Yes, but that time was just an accident, and I didn't expect Mr. Yang to use thunder methods, but I can guarantee that I will not pursue it." In fact, the instructions I gave them were nothing more than investigating Mr. Yang's surroundings. ”

"I don't like it when someone investigates me. Yang Chen said lightly.

Zhou Dongcheng looked at each other fearlessly, "I promise not in the future, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man with a big heart in my opinion, I think you can also forgive me for that reckless move." ”

has been used as an honorific by others, Yang Chen really can't say anything cruel, so he has to nod indifferently, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to do much." ”

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

"I didn't fight. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's the friendly form that matters, not the content of the score. ”

Zhou Dongcheng's words are irrefutable, and he feels helpless about his initiative to show goodwill.

Yang Chen sighed, took the lead in standing up, walked to Tang Wan's side, and said, "Mr. Tang, borrow a racket." ”

Tang Wan had been paying 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 been in contact before, and she didn't talk much at the moment, so she nodded and motioned for a waiter to give Yang Chen a standard racket.

Zhou Dongcheng's attendant also immediately took out a pink racket from the sports bag, which is the same color as his clothes, this strange color choice, but it has not attracted much special attention from many people, because in this circle, Zhou Dongcheng likes men, and it is not a secret that he likes to feminize himself.

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 ball together, could it be that his real identity is a remarkable figure? But there is no such number among the characters in Zhonghai and the face, and many people speculate that it may be the young master of a big family from outside.

"What's that......" Yang Chen walked to the sidelines and asked Mo Qianni, who was talking and laughing with several men and women, "Miss Mo, how do you play tennis?"

Mo Qianni was stunned, although she didn't know what this man was doing with such a stupid question, but she still explained simply: "It's that someone else calls, touches the ground and then hits back, hits the field, and loses points when you hit the field." ”

"Oh, understood. Yang Chen recalled the pictures he had seen on TV before, and he almost knew the approximate idea.

"You can't fight?" Mo Qianni asked suspiciously, sensing the problem.

Yang Chen replied truthfully: "I haven't fought before, but I probably know how to fight." ”

Anyone who has ever played tennis basically knows that it looks like a tennis racket is very big, and tennis is much bigger than table tennis or something, but in fact, on this seemingly small court, it is not easy for you to catch a ball that bounces off the ground.

Many beginners feel when they first come into contact with tennis, that is, they obviously watch the ball fly in front of them, but they just can't hit it, and it is even more difficult to hit it back and hit it again.

Under the gaze of a group of people who were ready to watch a good show, Yang Chen swaggered with a cigarette in his mouth, walked to the field against the beat, and said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other end: "Come on, accompany you to shoot a few shots." ”

Many people on the sidelines heard the other ingredients in these words, and they all showed strange looks, and Mo Qianni also blushed slightly, this guy always spoke so rudely.

Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then threw the ball and swung the racket! His movements were not very standard, but the bending and bounce of his body made him look elegant.

The ball crossed a smooth arc, crossed the net, and shot to the ground on Yang Chen's side and jumped diagonally!

Yang Chen was already standing in the position where the ball was jumping, and since his right hand was holding the cigarette in his hand, it was natural for him to take the racket in his left hand and easily slap it towards the ball!

"Boom!!" the ball collided with the racket with a muffled sound!

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the tennis ball flew over the net and suddenly flew away from the court!

Like a missile launched into the air, it crossed a diagonal line, and after crossing a distance of 20 to 30 meters, it continued to fly over the barbed wire fence that was blocking the sidelines of the field, and then fell towards the parking lot outside the stadium.

Isn't it a girl who exclaimed, is this a ball made by a person with his left hand!?

Even if he didn't hit the field and hit the field, it was understandable, but the man waved his hand casually, and with his left hand, he actually let the ball fly out of the barbed wire fence for more than ten meters!

Even if the others present were given a cone-shaped stone of just the right weight, no one would dare to say that they could easily throw the stone out of the barbed wire!

Seeing the shocked looks of the people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, Yang Chen found that he had accidentally used his strength, but in fact, he had not used it, but he had underestimated the elasticity of the interaction between tennis and tennis rackets.

Smiled awkwardly, flicked the cigarette ash, and continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth, Yang Chen said: "I'm sorry, this ball is quite elastic, I'll pick it up after the game." ”

The others all smiled stiffly, looking at Yang Chen's not very muscular arm with a strange expression, if he was punched by that hand, it was estimated that he would die.

"Mr. Yang is really a divine power. Zhou Dongcheng is also a person who has seen the world, and he also knew that Yang Chen's strength was good before, so he quickly regained his composure, took a new ball from his attendant, and said, "Then let's continue." ”

This time Yang Chen didn't use too much force, just calculated that the strength was just enough to hit the ball back to the opponent's court, as for the angle, speed and the like, Yang Chen didn't care at all, the trajectory of the tennis ball was as slow as a turtle crawling in Yang Chen's eyes, and there was no pressure at all.

The people on the sidelines only saw Yang Chen walking in the field leisurely, and every time he stood in the place where the ball bounced, and then gently dialed it back with one hand, the landing point was also where Zhou Dongcheng was standing, and he didn't need Zhou Dongcheng to move to catch the ball at all.

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

Although Yang Chen's posture of holding the racket and playing the ball is "ugly", this does not affect everyone's evaluation of his playing strength at all.

Many young women's eyes were already shining, Yang Chen's cigarette in his mouth, sweat dripping on his forehead, his hair blowing in the wind, frowning slightly, and his leisurely facial expression had deeply stuck to their gaze.

Tang Wan noticed that Mo Qianni on the side was looking at Yang Chen a little sluggishly, with the same strange intoxication in her eyes as other women, and sighed slightly.

In Tang Wan's opinion, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a playboy, he has been aware of it since the first time he looked for himself by the river, and later met Li Jingjing with him in his daughter's school, so he was even more sure, this time he didn't expect to be replaced by Mo Qianni.

Li Jingjing is a simple girl, and it is normal to be deceived by Yang Chen, but Mo Qianni, a well-known female public relations in a shopping mall and an excellent manager of the company, will also fall into the mud, which makes Tang Wan wonder why Yang Chen captured the favor of these two girls with very different styles but equally excellent.

At this moment, seeing the man who wantonly swayed his clumsy ball skills on the court, but played tennis between the applause, Tang Wan realized a little, it seems that the biggest characteristic of this man is the characteristics that other men can't have.

Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni outside the court was looking at him with a kind of eyes that he had never seen before, and he didn't expect that Tang Wan, who greeted him with a smile, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist in his heart, he just gradually realized that Zhou Dongcheng on the opposite side had almost no strength to hit the ball back, and it seemed that after slapping the ball dozens of times in a row, Zhou Dongcheng was almost out of strength.

When the ball burst into front of his eyes again, Yang Chen directly grabbed the ball firmly with his hand, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth casually, and shouted at Zhou Dongcheng: "Are you still fighting?"

Zhou Dongcheng was sweating profusely, "panting" and bent over, supported his knees with both hands before he sat on the ground, threw the racket, waved his hand with difficulty, and said sadly: "No...... Don't hit ......"

"Then I'm leaving. "Yang Chen really doesn't want to stay in this place for long, originally because of the relationship between the roses, Zhou Dongcheng must be an enemy, but this enemy always laughs at himself, how can he stand it!?

Zhou Dongcheng was a little anxious, and he couldn't care about it, and shouted with a wheez: "Yang ...... Mr. Yang waited, I don't know...... I wonder if I have the pleasure of inviting Mr. Yang to dinner?"

Let's be your sister!

Yang Chen was cold at the thought of sitting at both ends of the candlelight dinner table with a man who was still flattering, walked to the sideline and grabbed Mo Qianni's little hand, and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry to eat!"

After speaking, he didn't give Mo Qianni a chance to react, and pulled her out strongly.

Mo Qianni was intimately held by Yang Chen's hand, feeling the hot temperature, her face was inevitably blushing, and her heart was like a deer, but she had no strength, and she didn't seem to have the heart to pull her hand out, so she had to turn around and say hello to several bosses in a hurry, and left the tennis court with Yang Chen.

After several of Zhou Dongcheng's entourage went up to help Zhou Dongcheng, who was full of loss, to the sidelines, someone asked with a gloomy face: "Young master, that Yang Chen doesn't know how to lift, do you want to send his brother to give him some small gifts?"

Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, only scaring the man so much that he didn't pee his pants.

"Yang Chen is my friend, he is a real man, don't speak ill of him in front of me in the future!"

"Yes...... Be...... It's the young master......"

Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction of Yang Chen's departure, and fell into obsession again.