My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

098

Rao is the top executives and government officials of this group of companies, and he can't help but laugh at the name of "Yang Xi."

The influence of the film "Dong Cheng Xi Ji" is still good, so a group of people quickly figured out the meaning of Yang Chen's words, but after laughing, he suddenly realized that things are not right, the people facing this However, Zhou Dongcheng, the owner of Dongxing, is the young emperor of the underground world of the East China Sea. This kid has nothing to dare to make his jokes, not to be killed! ?

But Zhou Dongcheng’s reaction was surprisingly lifeless. Instead, he grinned and said: “Mr. Yang is really joking, but I like humorous men.”

The voice is soft and soft, and it seems to bring a bit of shy joy.

Yang Chen only felt that he was licking the goose bumps. He took out the cigarettes from his trouser pocket and squirted a white smoke to calm down. "I don't like being liked by men."

"You don't like being liked, it doesn't mean I can't like you." Zhou Dongcheng said in a whisper.

Yang Chen had a cigarette in his hand, but he also scratched his hair. He was not afraid of the cigarette **** and burned the hair. The sticky and soft Dongxing master was much more troubled than he imagined. If it was a fierce, burly and powerful one. Class, Yang Chen is not afraid, but this product is the same as a cotton group, there is no need to use it.

The surrounding guests have already started their own activities, and several groups of people on the tennis court began to slap the ball back and forth slowly.

The sun melted on the court, and Yang Chen stretched out and stopped talking.

Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen’s smoking and frowning look. After a while, he continued to laugh: “I know that Mr. Yang may have misunderstood me, but I really want to pay Mr. Yang’s friend. I don’t know if there is a chance?”

“Friends?” Yang Chen said vaguely: “The way you make friends is to send a car to track?”

Zhou Dongcheng did not deny it. He said frankly: "Yes, but that was just an accident. I did not think that Mr. Yang would use Thunder, but I can guarantee that I will not pursue it. In fact, the instructions I gave them were Investigate the surrounding environment of Mr. Yang."

"I don't like someone to investigate me." Yang Chen said lightly.

Zhou Dongcheng looked at him without fear. "I promise not to, Mr. Yang Chen, and as a man who looks broad in my mind, I think you can forgive my reckless move."

Already being honored by people, Yang Chen really can't say anything, but he nodded indifferently. "Forget it, I am too lazy."

"So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?" Zhou Dongcheng suddenly asked.

"I haven't played."

"It doesn't matter, what matters is the friendly form, not the content of the score."

Zhou Dongcheng’s words are irrefutable, and he feels helpless in his initiative.

Yang Chen sighed and took the lead to get up and walked to Tang Yu and said: "Tang, take a racket."

Tang Hao has always paid attention to the conversation between Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng. Although he could not hear clearly, he also thought that the two might have had contact before. There were not many words at this moment. They nodded and signaled a waiter to send Yang Chen a standard racket.

Zhou Dongcheng’s follow-up also immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag, which is the same color as his clothes. This quirky color choice did not attract much attention, because in this circle, Zhou Dongcheng likes it. Men, it is not a secret to like to feminine themselves. If you see more, you will be relieved.

When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng played together, the two girls who were playing were smashed out of the ground.

Many commercial politicians who were present began to doubt their own judgments. Yang Chen was able to chat with Zhou Dongcheng and play together. Is it true that the real identity is a bad character? There are no such numbers in the characters who can be in the face of the sea. Many people speculate that they may be the young family grandfather.

"That oh..." Yang Chen walked to the side and asked Mo Qianni, who was talking with a few men and women. "Miss Mo, how do you play tennis?"

Mo Qianni groaned, although she didn't know what the man asked about this stupid question, but she simply explained: "It is someone who calls over, hits the ground and hits it back, hits the field, and throws it off the court." Minute."

"Oh, understand." Yang Chen recalled the picture he had seen on TV before, and he almost knew it.

"You won't fight?" Mo Qianni found the problem and asked doubtfully.

Yang Chen replied truthfully: "I haven't played, but probably know how to fight."

The people who played tennis are basically clear. It seems that the tennis racquet is very big, and the tennis is much bigger than the table tennis. In fact, on this seemingly small venue, you have to pick up one from the ground. Picking up the ball is not a simple matter.

The feeling of many beginners when they first contacted tennis was that they obviously watched the ball fly to the front, but they couldn’t hit it. It’s even harder to hit it and hit it.

Under the gaze of a group of people preparing to watch the show, Yang Chen swayed and slammed against the tempo, and went to the field against the tempo. On the other side, Zhou Dongcheng said: "Come on, play a few shots with you."

Many people on the side of the field heard the other elements in this speech, and they all showed a strange look. Mo Qianni was also slightly red-faced. This guy always talked so rudely.

Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently, then tossed the ball and swung! His movements are not very standard, but the body's curved bounce makes him look elegant.

The ball stroked through the smooth arc, crossed the block, and shot on the side of Yang Chen's side and slanted up!

Yang Chen has already stood in the position of the ball. Because the right hand is holding the smoke on his hand, it is natural to take the tempo with his left hand and easily shoot towards the ball!

"Hey!!" The ball and the racket hit a repressed muffle!

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, the tennis ball leaped to the net and suddenly flew away from the field!

Like a missile that was launched into the air, it crossed a diagonal line. After crossing the distance of two or thirty meters, it continued to fly over the barbed wire that was nearly ten meters away from the side of the field, and then fell to the parking lot outside the stadium. .

Not a girl child exclaimed, this is a ball that a person hits with his left hand! ?

Even if it was not hit, playing the venue, it is understandable, but the man waved with his left hand, and even let the ball fly out of the barbed wire more than ten meters!

Even if the other people in the room have a cone-shaped weight just right, no one dares to say that the stone can be easily thrown out of the barbed wire!

Seeing people around him, including Zhou Dongcheng, they all showed a stunned look. Yang Chen found that he had used it with carelessness. In fact, he had never used it, but underestimated the flexibility of the interaction between tennis and tennis rackets.

He smiled awkwardly, and after playing the ash, he continued to lick his cigarette. Yang Chen said: "Sorry, this ball is quite flexible. When I finish playing, I will pick it up."

Everyone else smiled stiffly. Looking at Yang Chen's arm, which is not very muscular, showed a strange expression. If he was given a fist by the hand, it would be fatal.

"Mr. Yang is really a divine power." Zhou Dongcheng is also a person who has seen the world. In addition, he also knew Yang Chen's military strength before, so he quickly recovered his calmness and took a new ball from his shift. He said, "Let's continue." ”

This time, Yang Chen didn't use too much force. It just calculated that the strength was just enough to get the ball back to the opponent's court. As for the angle and speed, Yang Chen didn't care. The track of tennis was slow in Yang Chen's eyes. Crawling with the tortoise, there is no pressure at all.

The people on the side of the field only saw Yang Chen walking in the field like a stroll. Every time they stood, the place where the ball was shot, and then gently dialed back with one hand, the place where Zhou Dongcheng stood. You don't need Zhou Dongcheng to move to catch the ball.

Everyone saw it, Yang Chen is not playing, is playing the ball!

Although Yang Chen’s posture of taking and playing is “ugly and unbearable”, it does not affect everyone’s evaluation of his playing strength.

Many young women have already had their eyes shining. Yang Chen is holding a cigarette, his forehead is sweating, his hair is blowing in the wind, his face is slightly frowning, and his facial expression is full of self-satisfaction. He has deeply stuck their gaze.

Tang Yan noticed that Mo Qianni was a little bit stunned and looked at Yang Chen. She was as intoxicated as other women, and sighed slightly.

In Tang Yin’s opinion, Yang Chen is undoubtedly a playboy. From the first time he found himself at the riverside, he was already aware of it. Later, when he met Li Jingjing with his daughter’s school, he was even more determined. I didn’t expect to change to Mo Qianni this time.

Li Jingjing is a simple girl, and she is also scammed by Yang Chen. The famous public relations of the mall such as Mo Qianni, the company’s outstanding managers, will be deeply immersed in the mud, which makes Tang Yan suspect that Yang Chen What captures the delights of these two girls who are equally different in style.

At this moment, I saw a man who was arrogantly swaying the ball on the court, but played the tennis ball between the applause. Tang Xiaoluo realized that the most characteristic of this man is the characteristics that other men can't have.

Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni was watching her with a never-going look. She didn't even think that Tang Yan, who was smiling at her smile, had already listed him as a member of the blacklist. He just realized that he gradually realized The opposite Zhou Dongcheng has not had the strength to hit the ball back. It seems that after dozens of consecutive shots, Zhou Dongcheng has already taken off.

When the ball was shot again in front of his eyes, Yang Chen grabbed the ball firmly with his hand, spit out the cigarette **** in the mouth, and rushed to Zhou Dongcheng and shouted: "Is it still playing?"

Zhou Dongcheng was sweating, and he was bent over. He supported his knees with his hands and did not sit on the ground. He threw the racket and waved his hand with difficulty. He said with sorrow: "No... no fight..."

"Then I am gone." Yang Chen is really reluctant to stay in this place. Originally because of the relationship between the roses, Zhou Dongcheng must be an enemy, but this enemy is old and charming, how can this be! ?

Zhou Dongcheng was anxious, and he refused to take care. He gasped and shouted: "Yang... Mr. Yang, etc., don't know... I don't know if I have the honor to invite Mr. Yang to dinner?"

Join your sister!

Yang Chenyi thought of a man with a flowering branch and a flirtatious man sitting at the two ends of the candlelight dinner table. He was chilly and walked to the side of the field and grabbed Mo Qianni’s little hand and said, “Go, I am hungry to eat!”

After that, she did not give Mo Qianni the opportunity to react and took her away.

Mo Qianni was held intimately by Yang Chen, feeling the hot temperature, her face was inevitably red, her heart was like a deer, but she didn’t have the strength, and it seemed that there was no thought that she had to pull her hand out, so she had to turn back and a few The boss rushed to say hello and left the tennis court with Yang Chen.

After several Zhou Dongcheng's followers went up to the side of the lost Zhou Dongcheng to the side of the field, someone asked with a sullen face: "The young master, that Yang Chen does not know the lift, do you want to send a brother to give him a small gift?"

Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly and only scared the man from peeing.

"Yang Chen is my friend, he is a real man, don't say bad things to me in front of me!"

"Yes... yes... is the Lord..."

Zhou Dongcheng looked at the direction of Yang Chen’s departure and once again fell into an obsessive look.