At the airport, Chen Rui was sent away, and Ye Huan returned to the city with Song Zhang's Lamborghini.
The second generation ancestor cannot be useless, and can always find a bright spot. Song Zhang's driving skills really made Ye Huan feel the feeling of wandering between heaven and hell. Ye Huan is already desperate to drive by himself, but he didn't expect that the mountain would be even better than the other. Shangao, compared with Song Zhang's driving skills, Ye Huan can only be called a coward.
This kid has been so many times that he can live in a hurry. It seems that the Song family’s ancestral tomb is not only emitting blue smoke, but is simply a big chimney.
After entering the city, Song Zhang was half-dragged by Ye Huan to a tray set up by an alley in the capital. The boss and cooking chef held a cigarette in his mouth, and asked in an indifferent tone of not eating. When someone ordered something, Song Zhang opened his eyes widened and believed that Ye Huan had said "the specifications do not exceed 200 yuan" and the damn thing was the truth.
"This... is this what you said to treat?" Song Zhang pointed to the owner of the trash who was standing by the table wearing a dirty and greasy dress, his eyes wide open than a copper bell, and his face was frightened.
Ye Huan patted his shoulder with a smile, feeling so generous: "Even if you want to treat me, my brother will be full."
"You...you just let me eat this?"
“Don’t be satisfied?”
"Swallow-winged abalone..."
Ye Huan looked calm: "This... really doesn't exist, young man, you're thinking too much."
Song Zhang obviously had never been to such a low-end place. He was so pampered that he looked like a little Pomei who had fallen into a local doghouse, exuding a pitiful smell.
Ye Huan ordered a few dishes carefully and ordered two bottles of Erguotou. Not long after, the owner and chef with cigarettes in his mouth fryed it. He held the plate and silenced his meal on the table without saying a word. The soup in the dish splashed half of the table.
Song Zhanglai was angry and pointed at the fat boss's back and shouted: "Hey! What is your attitude? Come back! I want to complain..."
"You save money. The boss, security guard, welcome guest, accountant and chef of this platoon are all the same. Who do you want to complain to?" Ye Huan smiled calmly.
Song Zhang said indignantly: "Brother Huan. Your identity is not low. Are you used to eating this broken place?"
"How fresh, I've been eating this kind of broken place for more than ten years, but I can't afford it when I don't have money."
"This market economy has been around for many years. Look at the boss's attitude, does he have a grudge against money?"
Ye Huan smiled and glanced at the fat boss. He said slowly: "...I just appreciate his arrogant and arrogant."
Song Zhang was speechless: “…………”
The two sat together as if they were completely different classes. Ye Huan sucked a pair of chopsticks stained with oil, and ate them first regardless of it. The happy expression of the saucy of the sacred boss showed that he was very satisfied with the cooking skills of the arrogant boss.
Song Zhang forced himself to reach out and take the chopsticks. After rubbing them, he took a chopstick and put them into his mouth. Then his eyes were as if they were electric shocked. The eyes suddenly bulged out, and his face twitched a few times, and his face was full of energy. The expression of just eating shit.
Putting down the chopsticks, Song Zhang refused to take another bite. Looking at Ye Huan who was eating happily, Song Zhang said quietly: "I know, I always know that you are holding a grudge against what happened when you pushed you into the well last time, you In revenge on me, you still refuse to forgive me..."
"You have paranoia for being killed? If I really don't forgive you, will you be your turn now? The grave has long grown grass. Ye Huan raised his head and drank a glass of wine, grinned for a while, and then sighed with satisfaction.
Grassroots and nobles are two completely different classes, and they have their own environments that suit them. It is obvious that for Song Zhang, who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, eating and drinking in this dirty and messy steak is simply A kind of hell-like torment.
If it were someone else, Master Song might have stood up and left on the spot, but in front of Ye Huan, he did not dare to do so.
Identity is very important, its level determines the strength of its aura. The Chen and Song families are in-laws and have been friends for many years. The man in front of him happens to be the eldest grandson of the Shen family. There are rumors in the circle of playboys in the capital. , The Shen family grandson has a weird temper. He often does things that are out of the circle, and no one can grasp his pulse. He looks arrogant and unafraid. Master Song is very self-aware. The price he dares to shy his face in front of Ye Huan may be very heavy.
I will definitely not be able to beat this pervert who is a special forces soldier. I scolded him. Master Ye made a mess from the market. His vocabulary of swearing is definitely much more than that of the little sweet flowers in Song Zhang's greenhouse. To be honest... No, people won't talk about this.
So Song Zhang, who has always been rebellious in the playboy circle and doesn't even buy the face of his father, is so honest today that he looks like a young wife who has been wronged, and is so down-looking.
Ye Huan treats the guests, but doesn't care whether the guests eat or not. He eats a lot by himself, fills his stomach, and then holds a cigarette with satisfaction. Song Zhang hurriedly hands it to the fire. If this picture is frozen, it will be alive. A classic moment of a traitor translator to please Taijun.
"Brother Huan, you invite me to dinner. It must be as simple as contacting me, right?"
Ye Huan slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette and smiled: "I don't have the hobby of contacting men. There are two purposes for treating you to dinner. First, let you owe me a favor..."
Song Zhang looked at the "human favor" that was definitely not more than 100 yuan, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and found that his mouth was full of bitterness.
"...Second, I want to talk to you about family matters, care about your personal life, family environment, etc."
"Similar to the kind of chattering about a teacher's home visit?" Song Zhang asked carefully.
"It probably means that."
Song Zhang smiled helplessly. The thinking of this young master of the Shen family is really unpredictable...
"You can chat, I'll listen carefully."
"Okay, let's start talking about your personal life..." Ye Huan filled up with a smile and patted his shoulder and said, "Xiao Song, are you doing well recently?"
Song Zhang was covered in black lines: "...it's okay."
"When will the three million owed to me be transferred to my account?"
Song Zhang: “…………”
"Okay, the topic of personal life ends here. Let's change the topic, about the family environment..."
Song Zhang begged: "Brother Huan. Can you just say anything? Stop going around the circle."
"Okay, I have something to ask, how is your sister and brother-in-law's life?"
"Are you asking about feelings or sex?"
"……emotion."
Song Zhang frowned, and couldn't figure out why Ye Huan was interested in this issue. Then he thought, this kind of thing was nothing. Besides, Ye Huan was also considered his own family and there was nothing to hide. So he said calmly: " My brother-in-law and my sister have a good relationship...at least they look good, you know that the couple is the result of the marriage between the two families. I can see that my brother-in-law is actually not concerned about marriage. When they first got married, My brother-in-law was quite cold to my sister. I was so cold that I wanted to beat him a few times, but my sister was very affectionate to her before she passed the door. After all, my brother-in-law was a famous and powerful young man in the capital at that time. She was handsome and elegant. It was simply a typical prince charming who could be a specimen. Later, it was not until his sister gave birth to a child for him. My brother-in-law's attitude towards her gradually improved..."
"Do your sister love Chen Rui very much?"
"Of course, the Song family is not much worse than the Shen family. My sister is also from a wealthy family. After marrying her brother-in-law, she is devoted to taking care of her husband and children at home. She never interacts with the second-generation ancestors in the playboy circle. In ancient times, it is a standard A lady from a family, if a woman hadn’t loved her husband so much, how could she give up on her life and hobbies for him?”
Ye Huan was stunned for a while and sighed: "If you get a wife like this, what's the point of life... Isn't Chen Rui moved by your sister's efforts for him?"
Song Zhang smiled. There was a kind of transparency of the vicissitudes of a young man in his smile.
"Touched? Born in a wealthy family, personal life, marriage, and future are determined by the family. Where can we tolerate such unrealistic emotions? I don't know what my brother-in-law is thinking, but I can see that my sister is not Happiness, even the child gave birth to him, but in the end it was still a unrequited love."
Ye Huan's eyes were flashing with a strange light, but she sighed and said, "It's indeed a unrequited love..."
Song Zhang heard what his words meant, and asked, "What does it mean?"
Ye Huan patted his shoulder with sympathy and sighed: "Let your sister be more open-minded. You know, wealthy marriages are like this. They are not in line with each other, but they have obtained the title but live their own lives. , too common.”
"Everyone lives their own lives? Brother Huan, what you mean is... your brother-in-law has a good relationship outside?" Song Zhang's face gradually collapsed.
"Don't let me take the blame. When did I say this? Besides, what do you care about when it comes to husband and wife? Life is just good on the surface. How can you expect the marriage arranged by the family to be happy?"
Song Zhanghan said coldly with a face: "That's different. My sister is heartbroken to Chen Rui. Why do you want her to shave her head and pick her head? This is unfair!"
Ye Huan looked a little stunned. I wonder if he remembered some of his troubles. He sighed and said, "Can't feelings be measured by how much they pay? How much do they pay and how much they pay, the sentence of the words are within the scope of the feelings. It doesn't work, there are too many things to have a hot head on the shaving head."
Song Zhang looked a little excited: "I don't care about others, but my sister's efforts must be rewarded!"
Ye Huan smiled faintly. Human nature always helps his relatives and doesn't care. No matter how affair a couple in other wealthy families are, everyone doesn't take it seriously. It's really normal. It's his sister's turn, but she can't stand in the bureau. It is indeed two kinds of feelings outside.
The two of them had their own thoughts. Song Zhang clenched his fists, and the light in his eyes was unpredictable. He didn't know what he was thinking. Ye Huan buried his head in drinking, but felt a little apologized in his heart.
A few words made Song Zhang's sneered green be fooled by Chen Rui. Isn't this a bit immoral? No matter what, today is a piece that may be useful or useless for the future, and sometimes unintentionally Bu's chess can play a role in determining the world at a critical moment, but unfortunately, this is a bit unethical.
I hope that the person who wants to put himself to death is not Chen Rui, but I hope he will never use this move...
In the big barracks, the two fell into silence for a moment.
The gear is close to the roadside, and the traffic flows continuously.
Ye Huan glanced at her inadvertently, but she suddenly became stunned.
In a yellow Porsche on the side of the road, a young man wearing sunglasses and showing off his face came into his eyes. At first glance, he looked familiar. It turned out that the man who almost hit him to death when crossing the road at the entrance of the hospital yesterday.
It was not this that surprised Ye Huan, but a more familiar woman sitting in the passenger seat of Porsche. Her face shape, eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, lips, and the whole face were difficult to avoid attention. This face
Not only Ye Huan looks familiar, but people across the country look familiar, probably in the category that they like to hear.
Liu Fei, this household singer, is sitting on the Porsche in sunglasses, smiling like the blooming peach blossoms in spring, and from time to time, he leans his head gently on the shoulder of the man in sunglasses, or gently beats it like resentment and anger.
His few strokes, his eyes that seemed ashamed and happy as he looked, and his spring affection were the typical woman in love.
She had never looked at the monkey with such eyes and expressions.
Ye Huan looked at it for a while, but felt a surge of anger surged from the top of his forehead, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"Song Zhang, lend me your car!" Ye Huan said angrily.
Song Zhang was about to refuse with displeasure. When he looked up and saw Ye Huan's angry face that wanted to kill, he suddenly became furious. Without saying a word, he quickly handed out the car keys.
Ye Huan grabbed the key and walked towards Song Zhang's Lamborghini angrily.
Song Zhang hurriedly stood up and followed behind, begging weakly: "Brother Huan, please be gentle with my car. The car is my wife. It's okay for my wife to let others get in. Please don't be too rude to it...
Can I ask more, where are you driving my car?"
Ye Huan opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, and said coldly: "Others got into my brother's wife, I'll catch the adulterer!"
Song Zhang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "...Your brother's car was stolen?"
"What the hell is it? I'm just saying literally. Brothers and wife are hooking up with others, so I'm going to catch the adulterer!"
When Song Zhang heard this, he was excited and quickly sat in the passenger seat: "Everyone can kill the adulterer and the woman. Brother Huan, I'll go with you, damn it! The person who hates other people's wives the most
!”
Ye Huan focused heavily: "Yes, I must pinch out his egg yolk today!"
Song Zhang paused for a moment, and pointed to the steering wheel of his car pitifully: "Brother Huan, please be more rational and calm when driving, don't be impulsive. My wife is being taken by you now... Let's talk about it
If you speed in the city, you will be deducted points by traffic police."
"What are you afraid of? I don't have a driver's license!"