Chapter 385 More Young People

Yang Bingbing came out of the bedroom and was immediately informed Mrs. Yang. The mother and daughter met at the top of the stairs. Mrs. Yang had changed into a soft formal dress, and there was no fatigue on her face. Looking at Yang Bingbing, her eyes were almost shining.

Facing her biological mother, Yang Bingbing was no longer as restrained and did not panic. She nodded slightly to Mrs. Yang.

"Hello, Mrs. Yang."

Mrs Yang looked at her daughter in a stunned manner. She once thought that her daughter's growth would be in an uncontrollable direction, but she didn't expect that Yang Bingbing's growth would exceed her expectations in the end. Yang Bingbing, who has been obedient since she was a child, basically will not cry for anything or fight with others when she grows up. Yang Bingbing, who was so quiet, gradually became the perfect lady that Mrs. Yang was looking forward to.

And now Yang Bingbing is obviously more perfect than the one she is familiar with.

It is so beautiful that it is palpitated, polite and full of distance, which is simply the highest requirement of all rich people for their women.

And all this seemed so natural in Yang Bingbing. She stood at the top of the stairs, like a polite child next door, indifferently reopening the distance between her and Mrs. Yang in the way she expected the most.

Of course, Mrs. Yang can understand Yang Bingbing's thoughts. She didn't say much about this childish behavior. She just looked at her daughter, full of complex feelings of pride and guilt.

Yang Bingbing, who looks so excellent, is naturally Mrs. Yang's pride, but her daughter's growth trajectory has nothing to do with herself, and Mrs. Yang feels that she owes her daughter a lot.

In particular, Yang Bingbing has to face these annoying things for herself, which makes Mrs. Yang feel that she has not fulfilled her obligation to be a mother.

Standing at the top of the stairs and looking at Mrs. Yang at the corner, Yang Bingbing sighed and took the initiative to take Mrs. Yang's arm.

"Shouldn't we smile now?"

Mrs. Yang also sighed and gently patted the back of her daughter's hand.

"It's hard for you."

"No, it's my own choice." Yang Bingbing repeated, "Go down and don't let people wait too long."

Almost all the relatives related to the Yang family and Mrs. Yang's family came today. Mrs. Yang didn't give Yang Bingbing much detailed introduction and whispered, "Anyway, you can't remember. Just smile."

Yang Bingbing nodded. She also felt that there was no need to spend so much time remembering the names of relatives who would never contact again. She already recognized some real blood relatives, and it was easy to say hello.

Compared with families staying in China, big families overseas pay more attention to some old-fashioned etiquette. Yang Bingbing's simple and courteous posture has won the praise of many people. Whether it is true or false, at least it makes people feel that she should indeed be Mrs. Yang's daughter. Not only inheriting beauty, but also calmness is born.

Yang Bingbing also saw Wang Fang, who called her cousin in the crowd. Usually, this boy looks quite talented, and there is nothing special about the crowd of successful people crawling on the ground. Everyone dresses like penguins, walks with restraint, and their smiles are not full of acting skills. Yang Bingbing suddenly felt that this kind of occasion was very similar to the previous small group of girls who were socializing. Probably everyone has a good life in their own life circles. When they get together, they don't show the meaning of who wants to accommodate whom, and the topic and face can only be maintained without saltiness.

Down the stairs, Yang Bingbing greeted most of the scrutiny eyes, which were more amazing and disdainful. Amazing comes from men, and disdain comes from women. Women privately commented on the girl with classical charm in their own mean tone, commenting on her taste and dress, appearance and figure.

Yang Bingbing sneered in her heart, which was really not much different from the school, and even the wording was almost the same.

The family banquet prepared by Mrs. Yang for Yang Bingbing is in the form of a cold meal, which is also more in line with the current situation of large numbers. Because of Mrs. Yang's hand, Yang Bingbing was not harassed by any young talent. Even Wang Fang dared to watch from afar and did not come forward to talk.

Dai Qingxian Yang went downstairs and dialed the phone as soon as possible.

The telephone signal crossed the base station, passed through countless buildings and human bodies, and merged into the top floor of a luxury apartment a few streets away from Yang's house. From here, you can overlook the scenery of the city and see many mediocre people running around the city. For young people who can still enjoy endless entertainment on weekdays, such a position is indeed excellent.

When Dai Qing called, Yang Zongyuan was raising his glasses with his friends in such an apartment.

The apartment is clean and spacious, the location of the central living room is basically empty as a party venue, and the velvet blanket on the ground extends to the entrance of the balcony. The huge floor-to-ceiling window is clean and transparent, and there are light white tables, chairs and umbrellas on the balcony, leaving enough space for people to sit around and look at the city.

Several well-dressed young people had a faint smile on each other's faces, and the wine glasses in their hands touched each other, making a crisp sound.

Such an occasion is actually less like a gathering of good friends, but more like some kind of polite social occasion.

Compared with Wang Fang, Yang Zongyuan, who is 1.82 meters tall, has a more kind smile, bright eyes, a more intimate temperament, and not as many small movements as Wang Fang.

If it were Wang Fang, he would never drink with his friends on such a clean or even fun occasion.

Several people took a sip of wine in a measured manner. Yang Zongyuan put down the glass, and his eyes flashed like drinking wine at all.

Two empty bottles have been placed on the table in front of several people, indicating that the current rhythm should be a drink after a big drink.

Seeing Yang Zongyuan put down his wine glass, one of the young people dressed like a stock broker took the lead and said, "Zong Yuan, I heard that your relatives in China have rushed back today. Why don't you go back and have a look?"

Yang Zongyuan's finger was still holding the wine glass, looked at the young man with a smile, and asked, "What should I do when I go back?"

The young man was asked a question and said naturally, "See your princess. I heard that your cousin is super beautiful. Hey, we are all a little curious.

Yang Zongyuan's expression remained unchanged, and the posture of holding the wine glass was still extremely natural: "Just go there if you want to see me. I won't go back today."

"Why?" The young man still doesn't understand, "Now when everyone is competing to appear, what are you hiding from?"

"It's meaningless to appear in a swarm of bees and beeps." Yang Zongyuan looked at the city lights outside the window and said, "Do you think I'm the same as them?"

The young man knew Yang Zongyuan very well and nodded silently when he heard the words.

Yang Zongyuan insisted on drinking and chatting with his friends at this time, and his attitude was self-evident.

Another explosive-headed young man with earrings said with a smile, "I admire your calmness, and I will definitely go and have a look. You have never met your princess, have you? I heard that my sister worships my brother, and you still have a lot of opportunities.

Yang Zongyuan didn't mind his friend joking about him. He shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't think it's that simple. Yang Bingbing has had conflicts with her family for so many years, and it has suddenly eased this year. Do you think she just came back to see her family? Anyway, I don't believe it."

"How deep can a female student think?" The young man dressed like a stock broker laughed and said, "Is there still a problem with the little girl or something in front of you?"

Yang Zongyuan did not refute or say anything this time. Obviously, he was also confident in this statement.

Several people were talking about Yang Zongyuan's cousin, and the topic also revolved around the foundation managed by Yang Zongyuan and some content businesses. Yang Zongyuan's phone rang.

Seeing the number on the phone, Yang Zongyuan frowned, picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.

Dai Qing was most familiar with his son. At the moment the phone was connected, he went straight to the topic: "Mrs. Yang asked you to come back and entertain Yang Bingbing."

When carrying Mrs. Yang behind her back, no one will call her name, but use this name she deliberately emphasizes. Mrs. Yang's single attitude is obvious. She never avoids the fact that she lost her husband and has always regards herself as the Yang family. This attitude made the Yang family feel more comfortable and bridged many conflicts between the two families.

Hearing his mother's phone call, Yang Zongyuan was not surprised. In his impression, he was the only one who could really deal with Yang Bingbing. At that moment, Wang, who wanted to swallow Yang Bingbing, was not even as good as a toad. If Yang Bingbing really blindly looked at Wang Fang, it was not worth paying so much attention to.

"Wait a minute, I'll go back."

Dai Qingfeng said an angryly, "What are you waiting for?" Mrs. Yang just told me herself to ask you to come back. What's your future with those friends? Come back quickly!"

Yang Zongyuan said calmly to his mother's eagerness, "Wait a minute before you appear sincere."

Dai Qing has nothing to do about his son. Sometimes Yang Zongyuan's approach is simply contrary to her, but it is effective. When the son reaches this age, he can't say anything. He can only tolerate each other.

"I don't care what reason you have. Anyway, you must get along well with your sister." Dai Qing stressed in a low voice, "This is your best opportunity, do you understand?"

"I understand." Yang Zongyuan looked at the familiar night scene of the city streets and replied in a low voice, "I know better than you. You don't have to educate me."

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Although his son often refuted himself and was responded by his son in this tone, Dai Qing still felt a little aggrieved.

Put away the phone, and Yang Zongyuan returned to the living room.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I can only finish early today." Yang Zongyuan smiled calmly, as if he was going on a date with his beloved girlfriend. "I'll go back to meet my princess. If it's really beautiful, I'll introduce it to you."