High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 845

There are still discussions around.

Yang Moyan's eyes fell, and he scanned a few people.

Immediately there was silence around me.

Jin Shao and Jing Shao opened their big eyes, but they didn't dare to say anything.

But Yang Moyan didn't show any signs of displeasure.

He just glanced at them with a very indifferent look.

Finally, the thin lips moved, and said in a casual tone, "Little friend."

"what?"

A few didn't quite understand.

It was rare for Yang Moyan to be patient. To people other than teenagers, he repeated those words again, "Family-raised, kid."

A few of them immediately understood everything.

kid.

I recognize my brother.

I get it.

The few who felt that they understood everything all laughed at the same time.

It just so happened that the boy came over at this time.

Yang Moyan raised his hand and patted his head to kill him, his voice was very calm, "Why are you here?"

"It was agreed yesterday, I want to come over."

The boy's hair was already messy, but now that he was killed by that pat head, it suddenly became even more messy.

But Lin Zhaoxia still didn't take it seriously, she just shrugged and patted the troubled hand, then raised her hand and put it together casually.

The five fingers directly pulled back the hair on the forehead.

The white and tender forehead was exposed, making the boy's monstrous and handsome appearance even more apparent.

What's more, with the young man's slightly curved, sparkling peach blossom eyes, and the raised pale pink lips, he has an elegant and unique temperament. If you don't see those little devils who were just beating his assistants, he is clearly a sunny and energetic young man.

Yang Moyan could clearly hear the sound of gasping for air from around him.

He raised his eyes, but his eyes approached the fog lightly, but he immediately shut up those gasping people, looked at each other and went to see what they should do.

Lively is important.

But watching Young Master Yang's liveliness requires some guts.

Watching those people gradually disperse, Yang Moyan turned his gaze back and landed on the young man in front of him again.

Not caring about the hand that was slapped away by the boy, he stretched out his hand and patted the boy's head again. Seeing that the boy's messy hair managed to stand up a dull hair, he pursed his lips, with a shallow smile hidden in his eyes, his face But it was the usual noble indifference, "Your hair is standing on end."

Lin Zhaoxia reached out and touched it.

Coincidentally, that bristling bristle is in the center again.

Lin Zhaoxia was also depressed.

What to say?

Is it because the quality of this wig is too good?
Or is it because Lin Xuanchen has a high vision, and the props he prepared are all extremely high-end SSR?
Lin Zhaoxia was very helpless when he stood up and shook his hair, which was fine.

"It doesn't matter, if you are so handsome, it will stand upright naturally. It's good if you have a good face, don't be afraid." The young man smiled and looked indifferent, coupled with the stupid hair that stood up and swayed again and again, he seemed to be obedient. point.

At least, those successors and managers around him feel this way.

Such a comparison.

They felt that Young Master Yang was too rigid and cold.

Look at his younger brother, the kid who recognized him.

How nice~
But Yang Moyan, who knows the nature of a teenager, definitely doesn't think so.

Turning a blind eye to the young man's skin, he just stretched out his hand and grabbed the other's wrist, and then looked sideways, and said in a faint voice with those successor managers, "Let's go out and talk, there is a dessert coffee shop opposite, and we will finalize the content of the agreement there Bar."

"Huh? Young Master Yang doesn't plan to do it directly in the company?" Young Master Jing was very surprised.

Yang Moyan, however, grabbed Lin Zhaoxia's wrist, and pulled the boy to his side, his voice remained calm, "The kid is growing up and needs to be fed."

(End of this chapter)