The richest man Yang Fei

Chen Mo couldn't hold it anymore, she bent down laughingly: "If I'm with you, I'll faint from laughter sooner or later."

She wanted to say "your body", but felt that it was inappropriate, and couldn't think of other words for a while, so she got stuck.

"I don't want to go back to the dormitory so early." Chen Mo said softly.

Yang Fei grunted: "Then, why don't you go drink something?"

"Could it be the tea milk sister again?"

"Then what would you like to drink?"

"coffee?"

"I'll have insomnia at night."

"Insomnia is also good, youth is so short, you always have to experience something different, don't you think?"

"Huh?" Yang Fei thought for a while and said, "Then let's go, I know there is a place, you must like it."

Yang Fei led her out of the school gate, without notifying Ma Feng, he stopped a taxi outside and came to a bar.

This is a clean bar.

Yang Fei and Jiang Hanying drank here last time.

Yang Fei came here once and felt that the atmosphere here is very good, quiet and private.

When it comes to places to drink, this is the first place he thinks of.

Chen Mo didn't expect that he would bring himself to the bar.

It's the first time for her to enter a bar when she grows up so big!

In the cognition of 90s people, bars and game halls are bad places, and only naughty kids like Ma Xiaojun would go to such places.

But the atmosphere of this bar overturned Chen Mo's perception of bars.

Music played by real people, soothing space, quieter than no sound.

The two of them sat in the booth and could not see others around them. This was a completely self-contained space.

Yang Fei ordered two glasses of wine and a fruit plate.

"Have you been here before?" Chen Mo had the first feeling.

"Well, I've been here."

"With whom?"

""

"It must be a girl."

"Ha ha."

"If you say that you come here with clients to discuss business, you're treating me like a three-year-old little Maomao."

"Well, it's a girl."

"Who is it? Ning Xin?"

"no."

"who?"

"You don't know. My ex-girlfriend."

"Previous?"

"broke up."

"sorry."

"Tell me, what's on your mind?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Don't treat me like a three-year-old little Mao Mao. Your thoughts are written on your face."

Chen Mo held the wine glass in his hand, turned it gently, lowered his head, and did not speak.

Chapter 636

The sound of the guitar is very soft, like complaints, and the singer's deep and hoarse voice is singing Lianlianfengchen.

This song by Lao Lang was released in July 20, and the album was a hit, selling 23 copies within [-] days of its release.The popularity of the songs is extremely high, and he has also become the leader of the new generation of campus folk songs.In this song, Gao Xiaosong's lyrics and music also show his genius creative talent.

"The dew hangs on the tip of my hair, and it is full of transparent melancholy. It is the first confusion in my life."

Holding a guitar, sitting downstairs in the girls' dormitory, singing such a song to the girl you love in the upstairs window, even if you are not handsome enough, you can still fascinate many girls.

Yang Fei reached out and patted the back of Chen Mo's hand lightly: "What's the matter, tell me, I'm your best friend. You've never been like this today, you don't want to go back to the dormitory, your life has always been [-]:[-] Line, live a simple and happy life, there must be something that worries you."

Chen Mo's hand was as cool as jade, she trembled slightly, as if a drop of hot water had fallen on the back of her hand, she subconsciously shrank her hand, but did not move again.

"Chen Hong came to look for me." Chen Mo finally said what was on her mind.

"Your sister?" Yang Fei still has a little impression of Chen Hong, "Isn't it a good thing that she came to see you? No matter what kind of grievances the previous generation had, you and her are both innocent."

Chen Mo hummed: "She came to me for something. She said that Chen Shengli's business was not going well, and she quarreled with her mother every day, and wanted me to persuade him. I said I can't control this matter."

Yang Fei said: "You said you can't control it, but you still care about him a little bit in your heart, right? Otherwise, you won't be bothered."

Chen Mo shook her head lightly: "I'm just afraid that they will bother my mother. My mother has gone back to live with my grandmother now."

Yang Fei pondered and said: "Boss Chen is in real estate, and this business should be easy to do. Why is it so difficult?"

Chen Mo said: "I don't know anything about business either. I think the loan is not repaid. The bank has pressed the debt, and the house is not as easy to sell as I imagined."

Yang Fei smiled and said: "It will be fine after a while, you tell him to hold on."

Chen Mo asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

Yang Fei said: "Analyzed. The domestic economic situation is very good, and the government is considering housing reform. As long as the housing reform is fully implemented, the spring of real estate will come."

"When will the housing reform be possible?"

"The housing reform has been implemented a long time ago, and there were relevant policies last year, but the real spring of real estate will have to wait for a while."