Ye Wudao took off his coat and stood at the window. The huge amount of information was analyzed and deconstructed in his mind. Finally, he sought subtle common points and recombined them. With amazing memory, he finally began to use this wealth.

The main core members of the princeling party are not here now. Li Xuanhuang is already at MIT. His shocking new atomic theory has been studied. Xue Yongyan is at the University of Cambridge in the UK, and Dai Jicheng, Zhang Bushi and Fei Lian are jointly expanding their power in F Province.

Xiao Pojun had a business to discuss with the Xianjian Hall in the neighboring city, but it was not in the city. This time, more than 100 people went to the War Soul Hall, and the business was the kind of people who had agreed to be peaceful and unrelated, and the negotiations were inappropriate.

It can be said that there are no real core figures of the princelings in this city now, but no one dares to provoke easily at this time, because the second group of leaders of the princelings have grown rapidly. In addition to the amazingly powerful "Wolf King" and "Phoenix", there are also Lin Aocang, who is known as one of the "Three Young Marshals in the South", and a large number of young talents with him as the core. It is said that if Ye Wudao had not taken the lead in forming the princeling, another "princeling" would have taken shape soon.

Ye Wudao carefully browsed all the information of the main new members of the princeling party, and a trace of worry came to his heart. He lit a cigarette and stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.

Wu Nuanyue had already gone to the UK with her parents three years ago, leaving herself a letter and a bracelet.

The computer mailbox was full of her emails, which proved that she did not disappoint Ye Wudao.

Yan Qingwu seemed to have become the new school beauty at Tsinghua University, which represents the highest achievements of Chinese universities. She completed all her credits in two years and began her special research.

The combined scale of the people chasing her should be comparable to that of the princelings. I wonder if there are any men that will make her heart moved. At Tsinghua University, which is full of talents, there will always be the type she wants in the vast Beijing. Ye Wudao smiled self-deprecatingly, but it was a pity that it was too far away.

Suddenly, a soft body leaned against Ye Wudao from behind, wrapped his hands tightly around his waist, and said softly: "Wudao, your smoking posture has become even more lonely. It is Murong Xuehen. In the future, Murong Xuehen will always be with Wudao and will not let Wudao be lonely."

"Xuehen, tomorrow you will have a second solo performance in New York, USA, in the United States, right? The performance in China at the end of half a year will definitely become the most luxurious music feast in mainland China this year. I don't know that Xuehen is already one of the top ten most influential figures in China. It seems that if Xuehen signs out for Xuehen to buy it in the future, you can support your family." The lonely and lonely aura on Ye Wudao's body disappeared instantly, replaced by the familiar frivolity.

"I don't know what kind of global performances are!"

Murong Xuehen pressed his little face tightly against Ye Wudao's back and said with a pouting mouth.

Ye Wudao turned around and held up the cute little face with a pout. Unexpectedly, she also had a willful side. She bent down and stared at the pair of crystal-like charming eyes, and smiled: "It turns out that Xuehen has become disobedient for three years! It is said that living with good people is like entering a room of Zhilan for a long time. It seems that Xuehen was so obedient in the past because of me, the 'good person'!"

"Well, without Wudao Xuehen, you will become bad and unbearable, so Wudao should not drive Xuehen away, Xuehen should not play for the whole world. Xuehen should only listen to Wudao alone!"

Murong Xuehen surrounded Ye Wudao's neck, with affection and deep affection that was as strong as the sea, was enough to make any man in the world crazy.

"Be good, Xuehen, I like you standing on the stage of the world and expressing your love for me with music. I like all the men in the world are crazy for you. I like you to conquer the whole world with music. Your glory is the glory of Wudao!" Ye Wudao kissed the tempting lips like a rose.

"Xuehen is indecent." Murong Xuehen snuggled in his arms and said obsessively.

Suddenly Ye Wudao pulled her out of the room, not allowing the bodyguard to follow the Maserati out of the garage. Ye Wudao scraped the confused Murong Xuehen's nose and smiled: "Do you remember the underground racing car we saw last time in Shinan District? At that time, I could only watch it with you. Today is different!"

Murong Xuehen looked at the increasingly confident face and thought to himself, in fact, as long as you are by my side, it is enough.

When I arrived at a street intersection in the South District, there were crowds of people and all kinds of cars parked, including high-end cars such as Mercedes-Benz and BMW. Because the events here attracted some middle-aged and middle-aged people from the white-collar workers and some rich children who were too much money to spend, and more were those gangsters.

There is a motorcycle race today, and it is said that there are several top drivers who will participate, including the last car king of Hong Kong underground racing and a European car god-level figure. So there are a lot of people coming today, and those who win the event will receive as much as 10,000 US dollars. Of course, those who participate in the competition will have to pay 1,000 RMB.

The dense motorcycles were crowded on the track, and the two in front were particularly eye-catching. Of course, in addition to the top motorcycles, they also had their momentum. The people shouting on both sides almost fell into a state of madness. Ye Wudao pulled Murong Xuehen and ran to the end, threw a big stack of money to a guy, pushed him out of the car, and carefully put a hard hat on Murong Xuehen, but Murong Xuehen shook his head, took off his hard hat and threw it on the ground, hugging Ye Wudao's waist tightly, "Wudao, I believe in you."

After all the cars rushed out for a long time, Ye Wudao started the car arrogantly. The beautiful and professional car, which was not outstanding, seemed to have spirituality in his hands. Many experts' eyes lit up and looked at the dreamy light shadows left by the lightning car. In shock, they asked who the dark horse was, but the answer was not recognized.

A luxurious Bentley sedan was parked in an area that looked particularly quiet. A cold and arrogant young man leaned against the front of the car, wrapped his hands around his chest, and hooked his hands. A strong man in black walked forward and stood respectfully beside him. The young man said lightly: "Go check it out. It's best for me to use that way."

The fierce man in black walked back respectfully without any care. The young man looked at the unrestrained car shadow thoughtfully, looked at the girl beside him, and caringly said, "Is it cold?" The girl with long hair did not make a sound. When she first saw Ye Wudao, her eyes turned red, especially when the beautiful girl hugged his waist, her beautiful eyes were quietly filled with crystal tears.

Looking through the autumn water in the autumn eyes, what kind of touching love is that?

"It's not cold." The girl said softly, staring at the place where Ye Wudao's car disappeared.

A group of particularly eye-catching girls were talking and laughing, because they were beautiful, because their cars were all sports cars worth millions, and because there were several princelings around them, no one dared to approach them.

"Find out who he is." One of the Maybaches was sitting in a cool beauty with a small computer on her knees. The screen was formed in the air. No one could believe that she, who was fashionable and elegant, would be with the underworld. When she saw the information, she was surprised: "Is it him?"

Two beautiful and tall girls jumped to the car window, and a pretty girl asked with her eyes wide open: "Who is it? So handsome, I can almost feel the melancholy of his eyes. The perfect combination of the temperament of the medieval aristocrats and the momentum of the ancient kings is simply perfect!"

Another slightly plump girl said, "Sister, you don't know that girl is really elegant. Even I like her a little!"

"Idiot, I don't even know Murong Xuehen! Will a person who is more princess than a real princess have no temperament!" The girl in the car said lightly.

Ignoring the two girls who were stunned and suddenly realized, she walked out of the car and waited for the legendary man to cross the finish line first. If he lost, she would not admit him with a higher eye than the top.

The two girls were stunned for a while and screamed in horror, "Prince!"
Chapter completed!