As Yang Bingbing got into the car, the slightly arrogant convoy began to set off. In addition to Mrs. Yang's convoy, more vehicles followed, and it became a scenery of the airport.

Yang Bingbing sat in her mother's car, her hands folded on her knees, her expression very calm. Glancing back at the luxury cars that were following behind, she asked Mrs. Yang, "Is it okay to influence others like this?" ”

To Mrs. Yang, her daughter's ridicule really didn't sound harsh at all. In the early years, Yang Bingbing's attitude was even worse when he was in the Cold War with himself. When the conflict between the two was most intense, Yang Bingbing once forced each other to die, which made Mrs. Yang deeply feel that the blood flowing in her daughter's body really belonged to her.

"Occasionally, it's fine." Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she was similar to herself in her bones, "You can do anything for you." ”

Yang Bingbing smiled softly, and there was coldness in his laughter.

"Really?"

The simple rhetorical question made Mrs. Yang unable to answer, and Yang Bingbing's coldness with deep mockery was too obvious.

After a pause, Mrs. Yang said to Yang Bingbing: "You have to believe that no matter what it is, I am for your good." ”

Yang Bingbing raised her head and looked at her mother.

"Don't you like innovation? Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable saying such cliché words? ”

Mrs. Yang said: "The parent-child relationship in the world is very vulgar. ”

Yang Bingbing nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try to make you feel vulgar." ”

Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter with a little surprise, the girl she was familiar with with the needle was indeed different now. Mrs. Yang even hesitated for a moment whether Yang Bingbing, who had grown up like this, had the ability to take over everything for herself.

This thought was fleeting in her mind, and Mrs. Yang gave up this idea, and she hoped that her daughter could live her life safely and happily.

The mother and daughter sat face to face and stopped talking, Yang Bingbing's eyes did not move left and right, as if everything around her was not important to her. Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter with a little relief, and she had the urge to hold her in her arms from the first time they met. Now Yang Bingbing is healthy and smart, calm and resolute with ordinary peers, which makes her very proud. But as long as I think that these are all done by my daughter herself, and she is not involved in her daughter's growth, regret will always dilute the joy.

"What would you like to eat today?" Mrs. Yang actually doesn't talk much, but it is definitely different for her daughter, "I'll arrange it for you." Or get some sleep first, do you want to get used to jet lag? ”

Yang Bingbing shook his head: "I'm not hungry, the plane meal is delicious." ”

“…………”

Yang Bingbing actually used the plane meal as an excuse to refuse Mrs. Yang to arrange a dinner, which shows that she is really not uncommon what she wants to eat.

The daughter's face was not as rosy as she imagined, and there were faint dark circles in the corners of her eyes that stayed up all night. Mrs. Yang looked at such a daughter, and felt a faint pain in her heart. It's just that I missed a lot of days about my daughter's growth, is my daughter's life really hard?

"Is your grandmother well?"

"Don't you talk on the phone a lot?" Yang Bingbing still said unceremoniously, "Don't talk about this, since I'm here, you don't have to worry." ”

The sassy and resolute little girl staggered her mother's eyes and continued in a low voice, "I'm going to make a call later." ”

"Will you go home and talk about it?" Mrs. Yang asked for her daughter's opinion, and she actually knew who Yang Bingbing wanted to call, "First tell grandma that you are safe." ”

Yang Bingbing nodded and didn't say anything more.

Deep courtyard villas, huge pools, like a mansion like an independent kingdom. Every inch of lawn is carefully manicured and every tree is clean and tidy.

This is the Yang family, the Yang family, which has great influence on Wall Street and the investment community, and is also the most deterrent Yang family in the Chinese-American circle.

Such a master of the Yang family is a woman, beautiful and wise, kind to relatives, and never soft on enemies.

Such a woman, with all kinds of tired looks, has always maintained the balance of the family, trying to satisfy everyone, and also hitting those who are not satisfied. The Yang family, which is both graceful and powerful, is orderly and almost never makes a big mistake. The family members are also relatively harmonious, and each side is in control.

This is something that Yang Bingbing is not familiar with and should belong to her home.

Compared with the bad habit of most luxury houses in the United States to find a well-known designer to plan, Mrs. Yang designed all the details by herself. This is also Mrs. Yang's consistent principle - what can be handed over to others, she will never do even a little more, and others are not allowed to interfere with what she wants to complete.

The so-called rich people are always a little weird-tempered, and people like Mrs. Yang are no exception.

As Yang Bingbing got out of the car, the luxury cars and relatives who came one after another also drove into Yang's house, and Wang Fang was the first to jump out of the car.

Although he really wanted to continue to rush up to "catch up" with his cousin, Wang Fang was quite sober at this time, and he knew that Mrs. Yang was not even a fart in him, so he could only follow from a distance.

Yang Bingbing was a little disgusted by this kind of scene, glanced back at those eyes that were looking at him, and asked Mrs. Yang, "Aren't you afraid that I will die here?" ”

Mrs. Yang was stunned for a moment, then understood what Yang Bingbing was hinting at, turned around and glanced at the team of people who were following behind, and snorted coldly.

"Who dare?"

"That's hard to say." Yang Bingbing said, "For the sake of money, some people can do anything. ”

Mrs. Yang did not continue to argue with her daughter about who was right and who was wrong, she just asked lightly, "Does that good friend of yours be included?" ”

Yang Bingbing fell silent for a moment.

"No, he's different."

Mrs. Yang smiled helplessly, thinking with her mother's delicate thoughts, she probably knew the current state of her daughter.

The room prepared for Yang Bingbing is almost the same as the domestic structural decoration, and even the material and bedding of the bed are the same, which Mrs. Yang specially prepared for fear that her daughter would not sleep well in the bed. Yang Bingbing's gaze swept over the familiar tables, chairs, computers, and books, and he felt slightly moved in his heart, but quickly calmed down.

"Thank you."

Mrs. Yang has slowly become accustomed to the way she communicates face-to-face with her daughter, and shook her head and said, "You're welcome." ”

Yang Bingbing's gaze fell on the phone that was not in his room, it was a cordless phone, and the white streamlined body was very beautiful.

"Calling the country?" Mrs. Yang asked, "Why don't you take a break first?" ”

Yang Bingbing thought about it for a while, and looked down at the date on his mobile phone, which had New York time set on it.

"I'll call my grandmother first."

Mrs. Yang nodded, didn't leave, and stood next to her waiting for Yang Bingbing to call home.

Yang Bingbing didn't avoid Mrs. Yang's gaze, dialed her grandmother, reported her safety, and put it down after saying a few words.

"Won't fight?" Mrs. Yang asked.

"He's busy, let's stop fighting." Yang Bingbing's eyes lowered, and he whispered, "Do I want to meet those people?" You're very shameless to rest like this, right? ”

Mrs. Yang smiled indifferently: "It's okay, you can rest." ”

"Okay, I'll get some sleep." Yang Bingbing walked to the door of the bathroom and looked back at Mrs. Yang, who was still in the room and refused to leave, "Don't worry that I will disappear after sleeping, see you later." ”

Mrs. Yang realized that she had finally lost her temper, and reluctantly glanced at her daughter before leaving the room.

Yang Bingbing slept for about four hours.

Four hours is just a few games for many people, and two movies or a few TV episodes for many more. But in any case, four hours is not too long, and it is easy to pass.

For those relatives who had planned to meet Yang Bingbing, the four hours were a little painful.

Mrs. Yang's relatives include several of Yang Bingbing's uncles and aunts, and Yang Bingbing's father's relatives have several uncles. These immediate family members make up today's pick-up team, and these people alone are enough to make a family gathering lively, not to mention their children.

Wang Fang is the youngest of all, and of course he also thinks he is the most handsome. After looking in the mirror for a long time, he felt that he was really perfect to the point that he couldn't be better, so Wang Fang was relieved to stay in the courtyard on the first floor of the villa, and found a position closest to the door to sit down.

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Mrs. Yang did not appear.

The more she came to this time, the more Mrs. Yang felt that the most lovely thing in the whole world was her daughter. The rest of the people are just some hateful guys who use each other, only Yang Bingbing is real and cute, a treasure that he is willing to take care of, and he will not be greedy for wealth.

After Yang Bingbing fell asleep, Mrs. Yang went back to the study alone to read the report.

Wealth has reached the level of Mrs. Yang, and there are basically few things that she needs to do herself. The opinions of most professional managers and think tanks will be synthesized into the simplest report, listing the various possibilities for her to make a judgment. Mrs. Yang has rarely dealt with work matters under normal circumstances, and it is completely unconscious to come to the study to work today.

After watching it for a while, Mrs. Yang felt very irritable again and wanted to find someone to talk to.

Pressing the call bell, the butler appeared quickly and unobtrusively, and bowed to Mrs. Yang: "Madam, what do you command?" ”

Mrs. Yang thought for a while and said, "Call Xiao Dai." ”

Not long after the butler left, a Miao Man's figure appeared at the door of the study.

This is a woman who looks to be in her early thirties, with a faint smile on her face, and a pair of beautiful eyes that are slightly facing the top are quite eye-catching. The woman was wearing a cheongsam with a black bottom embroidered with peonies, and the hem of the cheongsam barely reached the level of a miniskirt, revealing a pair of slender and sturdy legs.

This kind of dress is definitely out of line in the Yang family, but the woman doesn't care at all, so she twists her waist and walks in front of Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang sat on a huge massage chair, and her whole body was about to sink in. In normal times, Mrs. Yang would definitely not show such fatigue, but in front of the woman in front of her, she didn't care.

"Congratulations, my daughter is back."

Mrs. Yang smiled bitterly at the bewitching woman: "Is it worth congratulating?" I haven't seen each other in so many years, and I've missed a lot of things. ”

The bewitching woman smiled and sat down on the sofa chair opposite Mrs. Yang: "It's better than not seeing each other all the time, right?" ”

"That's what I persuaded myself." Mrs. Yang said, "Dai Qing, do you know what I am bothered about. ”

The woman called Dai Qing smiled and said, "Of course I know the truth...... But this kind of thing can't be solved by annoyance, don't you say? ”

Mrs. Yang sighed and said, "Don't continue to recommend your family Zongyuan to me, I haven't considered it for the time being." ”

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The waist seems to be better......

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