Yang Bingbing walked out of the bedroom, and someone immediately informed Mrs. Yang. The mother and daughter met at the staircase, and Mrs. Yang had already changed into a set of formal dresses with a light texture, without a trace of tiredness on her face, looking at Yang Bingbing's eyes almost sparkling.

Facing his biological mother, Yang Bingbing was no longer as restrained as just now, nor was she flustered, and bowed slightly towards Mrs. Yang.

"Hello Mrs. Yang."

Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter in a daze, she once thought that her daughter's growth would tend to an uncontrollable direction, but she didn't expect that in the end, Yang Bingbing's growth went smoothly and exceeded her expectations. Yang Bingbing, who has been well-behaved and obedient since she was a child, basically doesn't cry for anything when she grows up, and she doesn't fight with others. is such a quiet Yang Bingbing, and gradually became the perfect lady that Mrs. Yang expected.

And now Yang Bingbing is obviously more perfect than the one she is familiar with.

It is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts palpitate, polite and full of a sense of distance, which is simply the highest requirement of all rich people for their daughters in their families.

And all this seemed so natural to Yang Bingbing, she stood at the top of the stairs, like a polite child next door, in the way that Mrs. Yang expected the most, indifferently reopened the distance between her and Mrs. Yang.

Of course, Mrs. Yang could understand Yang Bingbing's thoughts, she didn't say much about this childish behavior, just looked at her daughter, and her heart was full of complicated feelings of pride and guilt.

Yang Bingbing, who looks so good, is naturally the pride of Mrs. Yang, but her daughter's growth trajectory has little to do with herself, and Mrs. Yang feels that she owes her daughter a lot.

Especially Yang Bingbing has to face these things she hates for herself, which makes Mrs. Yang feel that she has not fulfilled her obligations as a mother.

Standing at the top of the stairs condescendingly looking at Mrs. Yang at the turn, Yang Bingbing sighed, walked over and took the initiative to hold Mrs. Yang's arm.

"Isn't it time to laugh?"

Mrs. Yang also sighed and gently patted the back of her daughter's hand.

"It's hard for you."

"No, it's my own choice." Yang Bingbing repeated, "Go down, don't make people wait too long." ”

Almost all the relatives who are related to the Yang family and Mrs. Yang's own family came today, and Mrs. Yang didn't give Yang Bingbing much detail to the group of people who were in a mess, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, you can't remember, just smile." ”

Yang Bingbing nodded, she also felt that there was no need to spend so much time remembering the names of some relatives who would not be contacted at all. She already knew some relatives who were really related by blood, and it was easy to say hello.

Compared with the family that stays at home, the big family overseas pays more attention to some old-school etiquette. Yang Bingbing's simple and polite gesture has won the praise of many people, whether it is true or not, at least it makes people feel that she should indeed be Mrs. Yang's daughter. not only inherited the beauty, but even that calmness was innate.

In the crowd, Yang Bingbing also saw Wang Fang, who called his cousin, usually this kid looks quite talented, and there is no difference in the crowd of successful people crawling all over the ground. Everyone is dressed like penguins, walking is restrained, and their smiles are not yet full of acting skills. Yang Bingbing suddenly felt that this kind of occasion was very similar to the previous small group of girls in Hei Cheng Shuixin who was socializing. Probably everyone is living well in their own life circles, and when they get together, they don't show who wants to accommodate whom, and the topic and face can only be maintained without saltiness.

Coming down the stairs, Yang Bingbing greeted most of the scrutinizing eyes, and there was more surprise and disdain in these gazes. Surprise comes from men, disdain comes from women. The women privately commented on this girl with a classical charm in their own caustic tones, commenting on her taste and dress, appearance and figure.

Yang Bingbing sneered in her heart, it was really not much different from the school, and even the wording was almost the same.

The family banquet prepared by Mrs. Yang for Yang Bingbing was in the form of a cold meal, which is also more in line with the current situation of a large number of people. Because of carrying Mrs. Yang's hand, Yang Bingbing was not harassed by any young talents, even if it was Wang Fang, he dared to watch from afar, and did not come forward to talk.

Dai Qing went downstairs before Mrs. Yang and dialed the phone as soon as possible.

The phone signal crossed the base station and passed through countless buildings and human bodies, merging into the top floor of a luxury apartment just a few blocks away from Yang's house. From here, you can overlook the scenery of the city, and you can see many mediocre people rushing between the cities. For young people who can enjoy endless entertainment on weekdays, this is a great location.

When Dai Qing called, Yang Zongyuan was toasting with a friend in such an apartment.

The apartment is clean and spacious, with the central living room largely vacated for a party, with a velvet blanket on the floor extending to the balcony. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows are almost transparent, and balconies are lined with pale white tables, chairs and parasols, leaving enough space for people to sit around and look out over the city.

Several well-dressed young people all had faint smiles on each other's faces, and the wine glasses in their hands touched each other, making a crisp sound of "ding".

Such an occasion is actually less like a gathering of good friends and more like some kind of polite social occasion.

Compared with Wang Fang, Yang Zongyuan, who is 1.82 meters tall, has a kinder smile, bright eyes, and a more cordial temperament exuded by the whole person, and there are not as many small movements as Wang Fang.

If it was Wang Fang, he would never have drunk with his friends on such a clean or even fun occasion.

Several people took a sip of the wine in the glass very measuredly, and Yang Zongyuan put down the wine glass, his eyes flashing, not like he had drunk wine at all.

On the table in front of several people, two empty bottles have been placed, indicating that the current rhythm should be a drink after a booze.

Seeing Yang Zongyuan put down his wine glass, one of the young men who was dressed like a stockbroker took the lead and said, "Zongyuan, I heard that your relatives in China have rushed back today, why don't you go back and take a look?" ”

Yang Zongyuan was still holding the wine glass with his fingers, glanced at the young man with a smile, and asked rhetorically, "What am I going to do when I go back?" ”

The young man was stunned by the rhetorical question, and said as a matter of course: "Meet the princess of your family." I heard that your cousin is super beautiful, hey, we're all a little curious. ”

Yang Zongyuan's expression remained unchanged, and his posture of holding the wine glass was still extremely natural: "You can see it if you want to, I won't go back today." ”

"For what?" The young man still didn't understand, "Now when everyone is competing to appear, what are you hiding?" ”

"It's not interesting to show up in a swarm, to swarm and to mess around." Yang Zongyuan looked at the city lights outside the window and said, "Do you think I'm just like them?" ”

The young man knew Yang Zongyuan very well, and nodded silently when he heard this.

Yang Zongyuan had to find his friends to drink and chat with him at such a time, and his attitude was self-evident.

Another explosive-headed young man wearing earrings said with a smile: "I admire your calmness, and I will definitely go and see it." You've never met your princess, have you? I heard that my sister admires my brother, and you still have a lot of opportunities. ”

Yang Zongyuan didn't mind his friends making fun of him, and shook his head with a smile: "I don't think it's that simple." Yang Bingbing has been in conflict with her family for so many years, and this year it has suddenly eased, do you say that she simply came back to see her family? I don't believe it anyway. ”

"How deep can a schoolgirl be?" The young man dressed like a stockbroker laughed and said, "In front of you, is the little girl or something still a problem?" ”

Yang Zongyuan did not refute this time, nor did he speak, obviously very confident in this statement.

Several people were talking about Yang Zongyuan's cousin, and the topic also revolved around the foundation managed by Yang Zongyuan and some content businesses, when Yang Zongyuan's phone rang.

Seeing the number on the phone, Yang Zongyuan frowned, picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.

Dai Qing was most familiar with his son, and went straight to the point the moment the phone was connected: "Mrs. Yang asked you to come back and come forward to entertain Yang Bingbing." ”

When carrying Mrs. Yang on her back, everyone would not call her by her name, but would use this title that she deliberately emphasized. Mrs. Yang's celibate attitude is obvious, she has never shied away from the fact that she has lost her husband, and she has always regarded herself as a member of the Yang family. This attitude made the people of the Yang family feel more comfortable, and it also bridged many contradictions between the two families.

Hearing his mother's call, Yang Zongyuan was not surprised, in his impression, the only one his age could really deal with Yang Bingbing. At that moment, Wang who wanted to swallow Yang Bingbing in one bite was not even as good as a toad in Yang Zongyuan's eyes, if Yang Bingbing was really blind to Wang Fang, it was not worth paying so careful attention to himself.

"Wait a minute, I'll go back."

Dai Qingfeng said angrily: "What are you waiting for? Mrs. Yang told me in person just now, let you come back. What's your future with those fox friends? Hurry up and get me back! ”

Yang Zongyuan looked at his mother's eagerness and said calmly: "Wait a while, then you will show sincerity." ”

Dai Qing has no way to do anything about his son, sometimes Yang Zongyuan's approach is simply contrary to her, but it has an effect. When the son is so old, he can't say anything, he can only tolerate each other.

"I don't care what your reason is, you must get along with your sister anyway." Dai Qing lowered his voice and emphasized, "This is your best chance, you know?" ”

"I understand." Yang Zongyuan looked at the night scene of the city street he was familiar with, and replied in a low voice, "I know better than you, you don't need to educate me." ”

“…………”

Although his son often refuted himself and was responded to by his son in this tone, Dai Qing still felt a little aggrieved.

Putting away the phone, Yang Zongyuan returned to the living room.

"I'm sorry everyone, I can only end it early today." Yang Zongyuan smiled calmly, as if he was going on a date with his beloved girlfriend, "I'll go back and meet the princess of my family, if it's really beautiful, I'll introduce it to you." ”