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

Chapter 346 Luxurious Family
"This is... Patek Philippe?" Meng Baihan opened her mouth wide and looked at Zhang Yang in surprise, "This watch must be very expensive, right?"

Her impression of Patek Philippe is the ceiling among watches.

Starting with a few hundred thousand is just like playing.

This was actually a gift Zhang Yang gave her?
"It's okay." Zhang Yang smiled and said indifferently.

"Oh no." Teacher Xiao Meng smiled and stood on tiptoe behind Zhang Yang to hug his neck. "If you say it's okay, then it's very expensive... Tell me quickly..."

"That's about 1.9 million." Zhang Yang couldn't resist Teacher Meng's constant questioning and finally told him the number.

In fact, it is much more than the 1.9 million in front of us.

You know, this watch comes with a super BUFF. As long as Meng Baihan wears it, it can generate 0.1 yuan every second. In a year, the exclusive consumption money brought to Teacher Meng is more than million.

If the money is not used on her, then who can it be used on? There are still people who can use it.

"One million and nine hundred thousand?!" Teacher Meng exclaimed.

The next second, she opened her arms and hugged Zhang Yang's waist, and her heart instantly felt as sweet as if it were soaked in honey.

"Zhang Yang, why are you so nice to me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and stroked Teacher Meng's long hair. "Are you still worried?"

"Hateful..." Teacher Xiao Meng leaned in his arms and said softly.

Her eyes were shy, but she felt guilty.

Because just now, she actually asked Zhang Yang that kind of question, even if it was said implicitly.

Does it matter now?

A watch worth nearly two million was given to me just like that. Doesn't this prove anything? If I'm not his girlfriend, then what is she?
Even if he has many girls around him, why can't he work hard to become the most important and special one?

"Zhang Yang, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have asked such an embarrassing question." Meng Baihan said with his face raised.

"So I gave you the answer." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The next second, a sweet scent hit me in the face.

Teacher Xiao Meng stood on tiptoe and gave him the hottest response.

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In the evening, Meng Baihan returned home, feeling happy as he had been all day.

Along the way, she always held my wrist gently, intentionally or unintentionally.

She is not materialistic, but she values ​​the heart.

And there is no doubt that the thoughts on the wrist at this moment undoubtedly weigh tens of millions of pounds.

“This is love.”

Meng Baihan hummed a song and returned home.

As soon as she opened the door, she was slightly stunned.

Because she found that her parents and brother were all at home, and the family was sitting together, talking about something.

"You're back." When Meng Mingfeng saw Meng Baihan, he immediately smiled and patted the sofa beside him. "Come on, come on, sit over here. Just in time for me to have some reference."

"What are you doing? The whole family is so mysterious."

Meng Baihan muttered something and walked forward and sat down.

"Little sister, I have something to ask you." Meng Mingfeng lowered his head and smiled, "It's about giving me a gift. Can you give me some advice?"

"Giving gifts, brother, aren't you good at this kind of thing?" Meng Baihan asked curiously, "Are you still planning to give it to the designer you mentioned last time? I think his name is..."

She was lost in thought, and a name seemed about to come out of her mouth.

"You can't say that!" Meng Mingfeng was terrified and quickly stopped her. "Remember, this is a friend your brother met in business. There is absolutely no other relationship. Don't get me wrong."

Meng Baihan looked at his brother's pale face and found it really strange.

As for?
Even if it was a misunderstanding, it shouldn't be necessary to be so scared, right?

"It's like this." Meng Baoliang couldn't help but speak up. "I introduced a girlfriend to your brother. She's from a well-educated family. I don't know how your brother found out her birthday, and he's struggling with what gift to give her."

"Just cater to her interests." Meng Baihan perked up and said with a smile, "Find out about her preferences and personality. If that doesn't work, show me her circle of friends and I'll help you analyze it."

"Okay, then you can help me look at it. If it's really that easy to give, I won't worry about it." Meng Mingfeng said with a smile. "I just want to leave a good impression on them, but I don't want to appear too vulgar. You know, they come from a scholarly family and are not materialistic."

Meng Baihan blinked, took Meng Mingfeng's phone and started looking at it.

"Well, I like pets, love to share my daily life, and I am a little literary and fresh..."

“I love traveling, listening to music, and attending concerts and music festivals…”

As she watched, she analyzed quietly. Meng Mingfeng, who was standing beside her, listened with his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and he nodded continuously.

"Girls really understand girls. Great! That's great."

He already has an idea.

"Do you know what to do?" Meng Baihan smiled and handed the phone to Meng Mingfeng. "In short, no matter what, you must let the girl feel your sincerity and dedication. Really... Sometimes you never know whether you can hit someone's heart with one shot or directly touch their heart."

Meng Mingfeng sighed and nodded, then seemed to have thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, what gift did Mr. Zhang give you?"

Meng Baoliang and his wife also looked over subconsciously.

It’s not about how valuable the gift is, but about how much Meng Baihan means to the other person.

This can be seen from the gifts.

"Ah?" Meng Baihan raised his wrist and rolled up his sleeves. "Does this count?"

Under the sleeves, the luster of Patek Philippe flashed.

The other three came over at once.

"Patek Philippe!" Meng Mingfeng cried out.

Every boy knows Patek Philippe, a top-level watch, the watch at the top of the pyramid, the ultimate graduation version of top-level watches, an existence that is beyond his reach.

"It's Mr. Zhang indeed. This is a masterpiece... By the way, which model is this?"

"I don't quite understand either." Meng Baihan showed his wrist to everyone.

It's not to show off.

Just by looking at the expressions of her parents and her brother, she could feel Zhang Yang's feelings for her.

It would be a lie to say that I am not happy in my heart.

"Let me see, let me see." Meng Mingfeng leaned over to take a look, fiddled with his phone for a while, and easily found the corresponding style.

Then he sat down weakly on the sofa.

"Good sister, I kneel down for you!"

"What watch? How much is it?" Meng Baoliang asked for money, and was glared at by his mother Meng.

"Mr. Zhang's handiwork, can it be small?" Meng Mingfeng pointed at the watch on his little sister's wrist with a trembling voice, "The watch is worth about 1.9 million yuan, but my little sister is wearing an ordinary family's house on her wrist... Really, great skill yet simple, great skill yet simple!"

He suddenly had a flash of enlightenment.

There is no point in worrying about gift giving. All problems are just clouds in front of money.

A token of affection. Is a million-dollar watch a token of affection?
I've been struggling with this for so long, but in the end, I just don't have the capital to do such a lavish thing.
If a million-dollar gift is really given out, no matter what kind of scholarly family or what kind of family the girl comes from, any girl can win the heart, and who dares to say that the gift they give is not thoughtful?

"It has to be Mr. Zhang!"

As a man, his admiration for Zhang Yang is endless like the sea. To put it bluntly, let alone the past, even in the future, if the girl next to him is stolen away again, he will be too embarrassed to chase her back.

Such men are destined to possess the scarce resource of beautiful girls.

"What, less than two million? For an apartment?"

Meng Baoliang stood up and muttered to himself, his whole body fell into some kind of madness.

How much does he earn in his laundry factory after working so hard all year?
For the sake of business, he, as the boss, went to people's homes many times to beg and curry favor with them, but in the end, the profit from one or two years was not as much as the gift that Mr. Zhang casually gave.

Hey!
In the past, he would have been more than happy to send his daughter over there as a concubine.

Looking at the family's exclamations one after another, Meng Baihan was naturally very proud.

Who doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being envied?
Even if it's from family.

"I'll go back to my room first, you guys chat slowly." With a sweet look, Meng Baihan stood up and prepared to go back to his room.

Only Meng Mingfeng and his parents were left in the living room.

Looking at the gift he prepared for the girl, Meng Mingfeng felt somewhat awkward.

In comparison, my gift seemed like a joke.

Ok.

Only the so-called intention is left.

"Why are you so depressed?" Meng Baoliang laughed and patted his son on the shoulder. "That's Mr. Zhang. You're just making things difficult for yourself by competing with him. Come on, cheer up and go chase your girlfriend."

Meng Mingfeng glanced at his father and muttered to himself.

Of course you are proud.

One on each side is your daughter, and the other is your son. You are not losing either one. Are you ready to be the winner?
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For the next two days, Zhang Yang was busy with something.

Helping my parents move.

Ever since the villa at Ziyuan No. 1 was completed, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife have been planning to move.

But the house had just been renovated. With safety in mind, the couple asked a third-party agency to test the formaldehyde level.

The final result is of course everyone is happy.

This single-family villa has fully met the conditions for living in, and it just needs to be ready.

So, the couple have been busy preparing things for the home these two days.

When it comes to things like this, Zhang Yang, the son, naturally does not sit idle and takes immediate action to help his family solve the problem.

The hard furnishings in the house are all ready, but the soft furnishings are still a little lacking.

The home appliances are also a little bit worse.

Zhang Yang made the arrangements with a phone call, and various things were sent over.

Hästens, a Swedish handmade bedding brand, is worth millions.

A complete set of Fendi furniture, including a set of women's jewelry display cabinets worth five or six hundred thousand.

The 110-inch Samsung giant screen costs more than one million.

Such extravagance naturally attracted the attention of the neighbors. In addition, the Cullinan BB, Bentley, and Maybach appeared in the villa every few days.
What a family this is!

Finally, these neighbors could no longer hold back and came forward enthusiastically to introduce themselves and try to establish good relations.

These two days, the threshold of my house has been almost broken down.

"We will be neighbors from now on, so we must visit each other more often."

"Okay, okay, definitely."

Zhang Zhaohai was proudly sending a neighbor out of his home again.

On the table in the living room are small gifts from neighbors who came to visit and congratulated me on my new home. I have received enough small gifts like this in the past two days.

"Our new home...is really completely complete."

After sending his neighbor back, Zhang Zhaohai looked at the furnishings in the room and said with endless emotion.

Of course, he also had a rough idea of ​​the cost of these things.

All I could do was gasp in amazement.

Without his son's support, he would never dare to be so extravagant. It's not that he didn't dare, but he simply didn't have the financial resources to do so.

The son's wealth seemed endless.

Every time I guess, I’m always wrong.

In the end, he, as a father, didn't want to guess anymore.

Never mind, just enjoy it.

Zhang Yang listened with a smile on his face but said nothing.

He knew his father's shock.

But compared to his mansion, these things in Shanghai, Beijing and Hangzhou are really dwarfed by the ground.

There is no way, after all, the area is limited and the space for development is limited.

If you change to a huge space like that in Beijing or Hangzhou, you can get the desired effect no matter how much money you spend, and that is a decoration worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Dad, what about the housewarming party?"

He asked casually.

"No problem, we'll just go to our Haiqin Restaurant and invite everyone to come and have a gathering." Zhang Zhaohai said with a wave of his hand.

Zhang Yang originally planned to suggest going directly to the Four Seasons Hotel.

After all, that is our home ground, but since my dad has made the decision, let it go.

"Please invite my uncle and his family as well."

"Of course we have to invite them." Zhang Zhaohai's expression was a little strange. "Even if we invite them, given their temperament, I think they will be jealous."

The father and son looked at each other and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

My uncle's family, who were once so arrogant, have now fallen into such a state.

Zhang Zhaohai, who used to be a kitchen helper in their restaurant, now owns luxury cars and mansions and several restaurants. He leads a prosperous life.

No one can bear this kind of comparison!
"Oh, your mother is back. No more talking." Zhang Zhaohai seemed to have heard the noise, and quickly shut up and winked at Zhang Yang.

After a while, the door of the villa opened, and it was indeed Song Wenqin who came back.

"I went to my mother's place again today. I really don't know why Song Wenbo and his wife played the victim in front of my mother. It seems that every time I go to see my mother, she will nag me."

Song Wenqin put down the food in her hand and shook her head helplessly.

"Wife, if you really can't do it, just help your brother and others. They just need to borrow money, so just lend them some." Zhang Zhaohai said.

"A little help may turn into a grudge. I'm afraid that even if I lend them money, I won't get any good results. It's better not to lend them the money." Song Wenqin shook her head and still insisted on her original idea.

Don't borrow.

"Then the relationship between our two families is..." Zhang Zhaohai smacked his lips.

"If they don't want to have any contact with us, then don't have any contact with us. I'm just afraid that their family will turn around and keep an eye on them." Song Wenqin said this inexplicably while looking at the room full of luxury.

(End of this chapter)