Zhang Yang's words came easily.

In front of your family, it's okay to keep a little low-key.

But in front of outsiders, especially in front of the best-looking girl in his high school class, what is low-key? Don't you want to drive a Bentley in front of the school flower of the year many years later, and say that you haven't seen you for a long time.

It's just human nature.

He looked at Meng Baihan, who was still looking at him in a daze, and his heart was playful, and he added.

"But actually, even if I have so many things, there's one thing I haven't had."

Meng Baihan's eyes widened, and when he looked at the handsome figure standing in front of him, his heart suddenly began to pound.

"Also... What else? ”

"What do you say?" Zhang Yang smiled and stretched out his hand.

Meng Baihan stretched out his hand stupidly, and the ghost sent it to Zhang Yang's palm.

Zhang Yang pinched his smooth tender hand, pulled Meng Baihan and left.

Behind him, Huang Yuzhou was still standing in place, his mouth and tongue were dry, and he hadn't recovered from what he had just seen and heard.

His set of promises guaranteed that in front of this junior's set of nirvana combo foreshadowing and confession just now.

This·· It's just scum.

"How did I lose so completely?" He muttered to himself, his fists clenched unconsciously.

In the distance, Zhang Yang pulled Meng Baihan and didn't know how far he went.

Then, he let go of his hand.

"Okay, this person is completely shaken off, and I guess I won't pester you, don't thank me."

Zhang Yang said casually, and his expression did not show a trace of the deep meaning just now.

Meng Baihan was dumbfounded.

She was completely immersed in the sensation she had just felt, like a perfect dream, and she didn't want to wake up at all.

"Zhang Yang, what you just said... It's all, it's all a joke? ”

"Which ones? Garage, or confession? Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan funny, "The garage is real, confession?" Old classmate, didn't you say okay to help you get out? You're not going to take it seriously, are you..."

"No, how could it be?" Meng Baihan's eyes flashed with loss, but he forced a smile and denied it.

"Hmm." Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan in a trance, and was a little skeptical that he had played.

In the end, he still underestimated his current charisma.

The image of the handsome male protagonist, with strong financial resources, coupled with a heartfelt monologue, to be honest, it doesn't matter if your girl worships money or looks at her face, she will be killed.

"Then I'll send you back, or do you want to go shopping again?"

"I... I want to go back, or I'll take a taxi myself, you can get busy. Meng Baihan was flustered and smiled reluctantly.

"What kind of taxi are you taking, they're all old classmates, what are you polite to me, let's go." Zhang Yang took Meng Baihan by the hand, and pulled her away without saying anything.

Moments later, in the Cayenne.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Zhang Yang took the initiative to chat with Meng Baihan.

"Part of the house in Ziyuan No. 1 is the money of my parents, and part of it is earned by my brother himself, and he has been doing decoration for many years." Meng Baihan lowered his head slightly and said softly.

"Uncles and aunts are also in business, right?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

He remembered that when he was in high school, his impression of Meng Baihan seemed to be that his family was superior, and he was definitely not that kind of civilian goddess anyway.

Meng Baihan nodded lightly.

"Zhang Yang··" She suddenly called Zhang Yang.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang glanced at Meng Baihan while driving.

"I was shocked by what you just said, it's just like the real thing." Meng Baihan looked at Zhang Yang and looked at the look on his face, "When did you be able to tell a lie so truthfully?" ”

Zhang Yang drove the car, smiling lightly.

"It's not a lie."

Meng Baihan's heart rose again, and he was inexplicably looking forward to it.

"And what do you mean?"

"When you were in high school, think about it, how many boys in your class liked you?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"That... Is that also you? Meng Baihan plucked up his courage and asked.

"yes, now that I think about it, maybe it's called appreciation, an appreciation of beautiful things." Zhang Yang chatted.

Meng Baihan was happy in her heart all of a sudden, she pursed her lips and looked at Zhang Yang, happy and annoyed, "Then you... Then why didn't you say it at the time?! ”

"Don't make a fuss, said at the time, was you issued a good person card?" Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan and said.

There were other things he didn't say.

Such as appreciation?

That was in the past, and he is not the Zhang Yang of the past.

"That's not necessarily, you don't try, how do you know if you can't do it if you don't try?" Meng Baihan felt a little melancholy and regret in his heart, and always felt that he had missed something unintentionally.

Even if she comforts herself now, there are always regrets in life, it seems to be a little useless.

Zhang Yang smiled and didn't speak.

Meng Baihan's house is an old-fashioned villa area in the urban area.

Although it has been a long time, every family has a solid and rich background, after all, it is also the first batch of people in Yinghai City to get rich in the early years.

He drove the car slowly through the doorway, and finally stopped in front of a villa.

This villa is a townhouse, and the food in front of the door is refreshing, not like some villas at all, and the door is a vegetable plot planted by an old lady.

"Zhang Yang, thank you for sending me back."

Before Meng Baihan got out of the car, he stopped talking, expecting Zhang Yang to say something.

"You're welcome, they're all classmates." Zhang Yang said casually, without saying a word.

He sat in the car, turned his head to look out the window, and just saw a slightly chubby and white middle-aged man coming out of the villa from a distance, looking at it like a torch at the moment.

Zhang Yang thought to himself, it is estimated that this is Meng Baihan's father.

Forget it, this greeting can be played or not.

Zhang Yang thought about it, saw Meng Baihan get out of the car, and left directly.

In front of the villa, Meng Baihan just got out of the car, and the middle-aged man greeted him.

"That guy just now, he looks good."

"Huh?" Meng Baihan faced her father, a little weak, "That's my high school classmate." ”

"High school classmates, why haven't I heard you mention it before." The middle-aged man nodded, "What is the young man doing now?" Local or where? ”

"Oh Dad, it's just an ordinary classmate, don't ask." Meng Baihan couldn't cry or laugh, and quickly stepped into the villa.

The middle-aged man looked at Meng Baihan's trotting figure, his face was pensive, and then he made a phone call and went out without thinking about it.

After a while, on the phone, Meng Mingfeng's voice came out.

"Dad, are you sure it's the handsome one who drives a Cayenne?"

"Well, do you know about it?"

"This thing, I know, it's really my sister's classmate, the conditions must not be said, I just bought a single-family villa a while ago, and the fly in the ointment is that people have girlfriends." Meng Mingfeng said a lot, but in the end, he changed his words.

"Then you still talk so much to your Lao Tzu, it's all nonsense!" The middle-aged man hung up the phone with a snap, his brows furrowed.

···

Zhang Yang came back this time, but he didn't plan to stay long.

But this time I came back to prepare a new restaurant at home. By the way, following the decoration plan, many days passed unconsciously.

Zhang Yang had nothing to do for three days and two days to video chat with Bei Wei to understand the progress over there.

Knowing that the popularity of roast duck is now completely burning, the number of inquiries has skyrocketed, and there are many people currently negotiating to join.

Breaking through ten is just around the corner.

It's hard for him to go back to the magic capital, and he hasn't even gone back yet, and he suddenly broke through ten.

On this day, inside a café.

"Mr. Zhang, this is all my design drawings, as well as the details." Lin Jingmin pushed the notebook in front of Zhang Yang, "I also sent you a copy of the mailbox." ”

Zhang Yang took a shallow look.

With a budget of 15 million, coupled with Lin Jingmin's knowledge that Zhang Yang can find an insider with a degree of professionalism far beyond her, she can be said to have exhausted her efforts in the design of this villa, and poured countless energy and inspiration.

As for the effect, it is naturally quite gratifying.

She sat next to Zhang Yang, talking about the details bit by bit, pausing from time to time, looking at Zhang Yang expectantly, hoping to hear a word or two of praise from him.

"Yes, that's good, how did you come up with this." Zhang Yang looked at this design full of inspiration and felt deep in his heart.

Excited, he slapped Lin Jingmin's thigh with one hand.

Lin Jingmin snorted softly in pain, but looking at Zhang Yang's satisfaction, he couldn't help but feel proud.

"Force yourself, I know there are masters behind you, how can you get the ordinary design, just overturn it over and over again, and start over and over again."

Zhang Yang nodded, feeling that his measures that day were quite effective.

At least, Lin Jingmin didn't dare to fool at all.

As for the budget details, look at how confidently she handed it over, probably because she was not afraid of being faulty, so she was so confident.

"Okay, satisfied, I'll work hard for you next." Zhang Yang nodded, lowered his head, and sighed lightly,

This slippery feel.

"The stockings are good." Zhang Yang commented.

"Balenciaga's alphabet socks, do you like them?" Lin Jingmin was slightly proud in her heart.

Zhang Yang looked at Lin Jingmin, the upper body was pure-hearted and had no desires, and the lower body was a clear and seductive Balenciaga alphabet socks, and he suddenly fell into contemplation.

"Are you okay later?"

"It's a matter to accompany you, your villa is such a big project, and it's not normal for me to delay you for half a day and a day?" Lin Jingmin said as a matter of course.

"Makes sense." Zhang Yang thought so.

After a while, the two walked out of the café, got into a café, and casually found a nearby hotel to further discuss the plan.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang was half-lying on the bed, his expression was the desirelessness of the sage mode.

This time it was his turn to be pure-hearted.

Lin Jingmin leaned aside, looked up at this face, and opened the short video APP in his hand, sharing a funny video with Zhang Yang, while flattering, trying to make the male god smile.

"Hey, why do you keep jumping up and down the unread messages on your short video app?" Zhang Yang glanced at it and pointed strangely.

Lin Jingmin opened it generously in front of Zhang Yang and looked at it.

"Junjie decoration?" Zhang Yang seemed to be a little impressed.

"It's Meng Mingfeng." Lin Jingmin said with a smile, and opened the dialog box by the way, "I didn't reply to him on WeChat, I'm looking for here." ”

It was a private dialog box, but it was undoubtedly revealed in front of Zhang Yang.

Junjie Decoration: You are obviously online, why can't you read it back?

Zhang Yang looked at the dialog box and blinked.

Lin Jingmin's cold and beautiful brows frowned slightly, her fingers slid briskly on the screen, and lines of words jumped out quickly.

"Frankly speaking, if I really care about you, I will definitely take the initiative to contact you, tell you my daily life, and share all kinds of trivial daily life with you."

"Instead of chasing me every day and asking this and that, what are you doing, have you eaten? Do you have any off-hours? ”

"Actually, all my passivity and initiative speak for itself."

"That's what I don't like about you."

"Got it?"

Zhang Yang held the small body curled up in his arms, while looking at the most private chat in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

I can't see it, Meng Baihan and her brother look quite successful, but behind the scenes, they are like this.

Zhang Yang didn't feel proud.

He was simply puzzled and puzzled.

No, Meng Mingfeng can't find a woman? Do you have to hang yourself from a tree on Xiaolin's side?

He didn't hide it, and directly chatted with Lin Jingmin about this topic.

"I can only describe it in one sentence." Lin Jingmin closed the dialog box with his hand and didn't look at it again.

"What?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

This sentence is... What you can't get is always in turmoil, and those who are favored are always fearless. She said as she looked at Zhang Yang.

"Understood, it means that he can't stop because he can't get it, but it's this one who is favored, who are you talking about?" Zhang Yang asked with a wink.

"I still need to ask..." Lin Jingmin raised her face, put on a pure hearted face, and took the initiative to send hot kisses over and over again.

"Of course it's Mr. Zhang."

"It's a mess." Zhang Yang felt a little ridiculous.

He looked at Designer Lin's fair-skinned face, which looked both cold and affectionate, and finally didn't want to waste the good time in the afternoon.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Jingmin took a shower, sorted out her clothes, and quietly left the room first.

Zhang Yang took a shower unhurriedly, and stood at the window again and smoked a cigarette.

Then, he looked down and saw that Meng Baihan had sent him a message.

"When are you going back to the Demon Capital?"

Zhang Yang felt strange, this is good, why did Meng Baihan think of taking the initiative to contact him?

Smoothly, he replied to the message.

"I'm not sure, it should be a while."

"That's right, a few classmates in our class have just returned to Yinghai on vacation this time, and I wonder if I should take the opportunity to call everyone up to get together." Meng Baihan replied.

"Who are they?" Zhang Yang asked again.

Meng Baihan said the names of a few people.

As expected, they were all the more dazzling ones back then, and they played with Meng Baihan and them.

"Don't go, don't play much with them." Zhang Yang said casually.

As for what his classmates would raise their eyebrows or something, with him now, he doesn't even bother to do it, because he doesn't care what these people think of him.

"Huh? Don't give me a little face? Meng Baihan asked with a little disappointment.

"It's not that I don't give you face." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "The key is that it's the same if I go or not, and it's not bad for me." ”

(End of chapter)