I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 113 What is not available is always in turmoil

Zhang Yang's words came easily.

It's okay to be a little low-key in front of your family.

But why should you keep a low profile in front of outsiders, especially the most beautiful girl in your high school class?Don't you want to drive your Bentley in front of the school beauty many years later and say "Long time no see"?

It's just human nature.

He looked at Meng Baihan who was still looking at him blankly, became playful and added another sentence.

"But actually, even if I have so many things, there is one thing I still don't have."

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

"What else?"

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

Meng Baihan stupidly stretched out his hand and accidentally placed it on Zhang Yang's palm.

Zhang Yang squeezed his smooth and tender hands, picked up Meng Baihan and left.

Behind him, Huang Yuzhou was still standing there, his mouth dry and his tongue dry, yet to recover from what he had just seen and heard.

His set of promises and guarantees were in front of the set of sure-fire combos and confessions made by this junior student just now.

This, this... this is simply scum.

"I lost so completely?" He muttered to himself, clenching his fists unconsciously.

In the distance, Zhang Yang pulled Meng Baihan for who knows how far.

Then he let go.

"Okay, I've completely gotten rid of this person, and I guess he won't bother you anymore, so you don't need to thank me."

Zhang Yang said it casually, but his expression showed no hint of the deep affection he had shown just now.

Meng Baihan was dumbfounded.

She was completely immersed in the feeling just now, like a perfect dream, and didn't want to wake up at all.

"Zhang Yang, what you just said... were all jokes?"

"Which one? The garage, or the confession?" Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan funny, "The garage is real, the confession? Old classmate, didn't I agree to help you get out? You won't take it seriously..."

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

"Yeah." Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan's dazed look and wondered if he had played it before.

In the final analysis, he still underestimated his current charm.

He has the image of a handsome male protagonist in a novel, has strong financial resources, and some heartfelt monologues. To be honest, it doesn't matter whether you are a girl who worships money or just cares about your face, you will be killed.

"Then let me take you back, or do you want to go shopping again?"

"I...I want to go back. How about I take a taxi myself and you go and do the work." Meng Baihan was flustered and managed a smile.

"Why are we taking a taxi? We are all old classmates. Why are you so polite to me? Let's go." Zhang Yang grabbed Meng Baihan and pulled her away without any explanation.

A moment later, in the Cayenne.

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

"The house at No. [-] Ziyuan was partly paid for by my parents, and partly earned by my brother himself. He has been decorating it for many years." Meng Baihan lowered his head slightly and said softly.

"Uncle and aunt are also in business, right?" Zhang Yang asked smoothly.

He remembered that when he was in high school, his impression of Meng Baihan seemed to be that he came from a superior family, but she was definitely not a commoner goddess anyway.

Meng Baihan nodded slightly.

"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 was just like the truth." Meng Baihan looked at Zhang Yang and looked at the expression on his face, "When did you actually tell a lie so true? "

Zhang Yang drove the car and smiled calmly.

"I can't say it's a complete lie."

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

"Then what do you mean?"

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

"Does that include you?" Meng Baihan asked bravely.

"Yes, now that I think about it, it might be called appreciation, an appreciation of beautiful things." Zhang Yang chatted.

Meng Baihan felt happy all of a sudden. She pursed her lips and looked at Zhang Yang, feeling happy and angry at the same time, "Then you...why didn't you say anything then?!"

"Stop making trouble. At that time, I asked you to give me a good guy card?" Zhang Yang looked at Meng Baihan and asked.

There were some words that he did not say.

Like appreciating?

That was what happened in the past, and he is not the Zhang Yang he was then.

"That's not necessarily true. If you don't try, how will you know if it will work?" Meng Baihan felt a little melancholy and regretful. He always felt that he had missed something unintentionally.

Even if she comforts herself now by saying that there are always regrets in life, it seems to be somewhat useless.

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing.

Meng Baihan's home is in an old-fashioned villa area in the city.

Although it has been a long time, every household has a rich family background. After all, they are also the first group to become rich in the early years of Yinghai City.

He drove the car slowly from the door and finally stopped in front of a villa.

This villa is a townhouse, and the food in front of the door is refreshing. It is not like some villas where the old lady grows vegetables in front of the door.

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

Before Meng Baihan got out of the car, he hesitated to speak, still expecting Zhang Yang to say something.

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

He sat in the car and turned to look out the window. He happened to see a fat and fair middle-aged man coming out of the villa from a distance, looking over with piercing eyes.

Zhang Yang thought to himself, this is probably Meng Baihan's father.

Forget it, this greeting can be given or not.

Zhang Yang thought for a while, watched Meng Baihan get out of the car, and then drove away directly.

In front of the villa, as soon as Meng Baihan got out of the car, a middle-aged man greeted him.

"That young man just now looks good."

"Ah?" Meng Baihan faced her father, feeling a little guilty, "That's my high school classmate."

"My high school classmate, why haven't I heard you mention it before?" The middle-aged man nodded, "What is the young man doing now? Locally or somewhere else?"

"Oh dad, he's just an ordinary classmate, so don't ask." Meng Baihan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly entered the villa.

The middle-aged man watched Meng Baihan trot away with a thoughtful look on his face, and then made a phone call without thinking.

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

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

"Well, do you know about this?" "I know about this. He is indeed my sister's classmate. The conditions are definitely not good. I just bought a single-family villa a while ago. The only flaw is that he has a girlfriend. ." Meng Mingfeng talked a lot, but in the end he changed the subject.

"Then what you said to me is all nonsense!" The middle-aged man hung up the phone and frowned.

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

But this time I came back to prepare for a new restaurant at home.By the way, I followed the decoration plan, and many days passed before I knew it.

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

Knowing that the single product Mao Roast Duck is now extremely popular, the number of inquiries has increased dramatically, and many are currently negotiating to join the franchise.

Breaking through ten companies is just around the corner.

Maybe he returns to the Magic City, or even before he returns, he suddenly breaks through the ten houses.

This day, in a cafe.

"Mr. Zhang, these are all my design drawings, as well as the details." Lin Jingmin pushed the notebook in front of Zhang Yang, "I also sent a copy to your email."

Zhang Yang took a quick look.

With a budget of 500 million, and Lin Jingmin knowing that Zhang Yang could find an expert who was far more professional than her, she spent a lot of effort, energy and inspiration on the design of his villa.

As for the effect, it is naturally quite gratifying.

She sat next to Zhang Yang, talking in detail, pausing from time to time, looking at Zhang Yang expectantly, hoping to hear a word or two of praise from him.

"Okay, it's really good. How did you come up with this?" Zhang Yang looked at this inspired design and felt it deeply touched his heart.

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

Lin Jingmin hummed in pain, but seeing Zhang Yang's satisfaction, she couldn't help but feel proud.

"Force yourself. I know there are masters behind you. If you can't get good at ordinary designs, just overturn them over and over again and start over."

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

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

As for the budget details, seeing as she handed it over confidently, she was probably so confident because she was not afraid of being found out.

"Okay, I'm satisfied. I'll do the hard work for you next." Zhang Yang nodded, lowered his head, and let out a light sigh.
This smooth feel.

"The stockings are nice." Zhang Yang commented.

"Do you like the Balenciaga letter socks?" Lin Jingmin felt slightly proud.

Zhang Yang looked at Lin Jingmin, she was pure and devoid of desires and desires on her upper body, and her lower body was wearing transparent and seductive Balenciaga monogram socks, and he suddenly fell into deep thought.

"Wait a minute, are you okay?"

"It's just a matter of staying with you. Your villa is such a big project. Isn't it normal for me to stay here for half a day?" Lin Jingmin said matter-of-factly.

"It makes sense." Zhang Yang thought it was true.

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

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang was half lying on the bed, his expression was that of a sage with no desires or desires.

This time it was his turn to be free from desires.

Lin Jingmin stood aside and looked up at this face. She also had the short video APP open in her hand, sharing fun videos with Zhang Yang. While trying to please Zhang Yang, she tried every means to make the male god smile.

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

Lin Jingmin opened it generously and took a look in front of Zhang Yang.

"Junjie Decoration?" Zhang Yang looked a little impressed.

"That'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, so he came here."

This conversation was originally private, but it was revealed in front of Zhang Yang.

Junjie Decoration: You are clearly online, why can’t you read back?
Zhang Yang looked at the dialog box and blinked.

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

"To be honest, if I really care about you, I will definitely contact you, tell you about my daily life, and share all kinds of trivial things with you."

"Rather than asking you to chase me every day and ask me questions like, what are you doing, have you eaten? Have you gotten off work?"

"In fact, all my passive and active actions speak for themselves."

"That means I don't like you."

"do you understand?"

Zhang Yang held the little body curled up in his arms while looking at the most private chat content in front of him, not knowing what to say.

You can't tell that Meng Baihan's brother seems to be quite successful, but behind his back, he is like this.

Zhang Yang didn't feel complacent either.

He was simply puzzled and confused.

No, is Meng Mingfeng unable to find a woman?Do you have to hang yourself from a tree here in Xiaolin?
He didn't hide it, and directly talked about this topic with Lin Jingmin.

"I can only describe it in one sentence." Lin Jingmin closed the dialog box without looking at it again.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"This sentence is...the one who can't get it will always be in turmoil, and the one who is favored will always be confident." She said while looking at Zhang Yang.

"I understand, it means he can't stop because he can't get it, but he is the one who is favored. Who are you talking about?" Zhang Yang blinked and asked.

"There's no need to ask..." Lin Jingmin raised her face, leaned into her ascetic face, and took the initiative to kiss her passionately over and over again.

"Of course it's you, Mr. Zhang."

"This is a big deal." Zhang Yang felt a little ridiculous.

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

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

Zhang Yang took a shower slowly and stood at the window to smoke a cigarette.

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

"When are you going back to the magic capital?"

Zhang Yang felt strange. This was fine. Why did Meng Baihan think of contacting him?

Smoothly, he responded to the message.

"I'm not sure. It should take a while."

"It's like this. Several classmates from our class happened to be on vacation and returned to Yinghai this time. I was thinking about taking the opportunity to get everyone together to get together." Meng Baihan replied.

"Who is there?" Zhang Yang asked again.

Meng Baihan named a few people.

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

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

As for relying on classmates to feel proud, he doesn't even bother to do that now, because he doesn't care what these people think of him.

"Ah? You don't even give me a little face?" Meng Baihan asked slightly disappointed.

"It's not that I don't want to give you face." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "The key is whether I go or not, it doesn't matter."

(End of this chapter)