Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

  In the upper circles of Huicheng, there has been a lot of gossip recently.

  Last year, the Song family, which had flourished and occupied the title of Huicheng's first-class wealthy family, was on the verge of collapse.

  At the beginning, Taifeng Real Estate, an emerging real estate company that the Huicheng family didn't like very much, has achieved better results every time under the leadership of Song Yueliang. This year, it has cooperated with government agencies to develop new projects.

   It can be said without hesitation that once and as long as the land in Mashan can produce outstanding results, Song Yueliang will immediately skyrocket, and with this, he can become a figure on an equal footing with the old giants in Huicheng.

  The comparison between the two is embarrassing.

  Song Chunsheng lost his sight after all.

  If we could build a good relationship with Song Yueliang and cultivate this daughter carefully, today's Song family will definitely not fall into the situation of falling apart.

  Another person who has attracted much attention recently is Yanxi.

  Qiqi Food Factory has officially jumped into the public eye in just two months, and its rise is overwhelming.

   As expected of being the son of Yan Huai, a big boss in the capital, a tiger father has no dogs!

  The Qiqi fruit milk series drinks produced by its food factory have seized a large market share in a short period of time and are popular among men, women and children.

  Some people predict that Qiqi Food Factory will dominate for a long time in the future.

   His peers want to catch up with him, unless they can develop a more popular drink formula, and at the same time, they must have a strong family background like him.

  There are heated discussions in Huicheng circles.

  Among these heated discussions, the other two figures who were once the most eye-catching have quietly fallen silent, so low-key that it is almost impossible to remember.

  One is Yanqin, and the other is Fu Yanchi.

  At night, the bustling city lights are colorful and flashing neon.

  The Crown Clubhouse is like the most powerful force in the city, no matter how the outside world is ups and downs, it will always stand firm.

   Lying quietly on one side, looking at Fengyun with a cold smile.

   On the dance floor on the first floor, men and women are swaying, and the most explosive disco dance music hits the audience.

  In the second-floor lounge, open the fully transparent floor-to-ceiling glass doors, and you will see an extended dance floor.

  If the door is closed, it seems to be another quiet space independent of the clubhouse.

  In the private seat, all the young men and daughters of Huicheng's upper class gathered.

   Today is more lively than usual.

  There is no other reason.

  Yanqin fulfilled his promise and invited the real young master of the Yan family who everyone had been wanting to get to know.

  The young man has black and yellow mixed hair, the original curly hair has been trimmed again, looking clean and neat.

  182 is superior in height, with broad shoulders and long legs, and an aura of nobility all over his body. Even if he just sits there lazily drinking, and occasionally raises his eyes, he can still see sharpness.

  Like a sword that has been drawn.

  After dealing with another wave of people who came up to toast and compliment, Yan Xi stretched her long legs and leaned against the back of the sofa chair, feeling bored and bored.

   He used to love such occasions.

  Running wildly with a group of friends every day, racing, fighting, drinking and dancing, I feel very chic.

  Relying on being young and rich, squandering time and wasting life recklessly, thinking that he is fighting dissatisfaction and injustice in a unique way.

   Looking back now, I just feel that I was an idiot at that time.

   "Bored?" Someone next to him bumped his arm and asked quietly.

  Yan Xi squinted, not hiding the boredom in her eyes, "It's so boring, it's more interesting to play rope with Qi Qi in the small courtyard."

  Dong Wangshu snorted, and immediately suppressed his laughter, "I don't like this kind of occasion either, but you have to get used to it, Er Shao Yan, your brother said that if you want to develop well in Huicheng in the future, you must learn how to socialize."

  She gestured outward with her eyes, "Don't look at some of these people who are inconspicuous in the family. In fact, each of them has their own methods and connections in private. To you, they are connections."

   Yan Xi pursed his lips and clicked his tongue. Of course he knew that these were all connections.

   Otherwise, he wouldn't listen to Fu Yanchi, and he would come when asked.

  Dong Wangshu took the wine glass in the young man's hand, and quietly replaced him with fruit juice, "Drink less alcohol, stay sober, so as not to fall into the trap, there are people here everywhere."

"You're pretty good too." Yan Xi took the juice and glanced at it. She didn't know what kind of juice it was. It smelled good, but it looked like wine. Knowing that what he was drinking was not wine at all.

  Dong Wangshu sighed, and leaned his back heavily on the back of the sofa, "I am taught by Yueyue. People are floating in the rivers and lakes. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed. There are more good-hearted younger brothers."

   "Get out, who is your brother."

   "My mother is at least three years older than you!"

   "I am a full head and a half taller than you."

   "..." Dong Wangshu took a big mouthful of fruit juice.

  If it wasn't for Yueyue, she would have slapped her.

  She hates people saying she is short!

  In another set of sofas in the corner opposite the two, Yan Qin and Song Ziyu were sitting at one end, both holding wine glasses.

  Song Ziyu drank wildly, while Yan Qin drank lightly.

"Is there any over there? The second young master of the Yan family seems to be the focus of the audience tonight. This kind of honor was previously given to you by Yan Qinqin." Song Ziyu sneered, the meaning in his eyes was unclear. A little sober.

  Where they were sitting, people would occasionally come to toast and say hello, but compared to Yanxi's side, there were much fewer people.

   There are even fewer toasts to Song Ziyu, almost none.

  Yanqin twirled the wine glass with his slender fingertips, his long and narrow eyes half-cast, "Tonight was originally his home game."

"I didn't know before, but you really obeyed your uncle's words." Throwing the wine glass and lying down, Song Ziyu covered his eyes with his arms, giggling, "Young Master Qin, you have been busy all these years. In the end, you got nothing , Instead, he gave away all the little bit he got in his hands."

"I have nothing, and I am still Young Master Qin. But when you have nothing, you will no longer be Young Master Song." Yan Qin smiled, "Instead of irritating me here, why don't you please Yan Er Less, maybe your situation can get better."

  Throwing this sentence, Yanqin got up and left the table, walked out of the private seat and went to the bathroom.

   There are many people in the bathroom, and the water from the faucet of the sink is rushing.

  Yanqin stood in front of the half-length mirror, looking up at his own image in the mirror.

  The pupils are dark and deep. Before, I could see a little ambition in them, but now, I can't see anything.

   It is like an abyss in the eyes, with no end in sight.

  He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, mocking the coldness.

  The phone on his waist rang, and he walked out of the bathroom with the phone in his hand, looking for a corner where no one was passing by, and then answered the phone.

   "Can't wait now? Fu Yanchi has been busy for half a month, and he has completely repaired the flaws that Yan's revealed. There is no chance to do anything." The man lowered his eyes and chuckled, "He is a very shrewd person."

   After a while, his laughter disappeared, and his eyes slowly raised, "Who do you want to attack?"