The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Yuying covered her face lightly, and looked at Yang Fei with complicated eyes.

Yang Fei was stunned, he came to his senses, touched his nose, and said with a smile: "Miss Yang, that, I just said I like it, that is to say, you are my favorite singer, you know, you are my idol."

Yang Yuying hummed, moved her hands away, slowly closed her eyes, and said, "Mr. Yang, I like you too."

Chapter 919

In 1995, there was a song in my country's pop music scene that was sung all over the country.

"Ninety-nine daughters are red, buried for eighteen winters; ninety-nine daughters are red, brewing an 18-year dream"

Three years later, in November 1998, Sister Mei sang the song Daughter Red.

"Take a sip of Nurhong, relieve the coldness of two hearts, there are three words left unsaid"

The three characters "Nvnuhong" have a special meaning in traditional Chinese culture.

Yang Yuying's daughter, Hong, has not only treasured eighteen winters?

In her dreamlike years, how many more than 18 years of dreams have been brewed?

Yang Fei and Yang Yuying met in the snow-covered New York, and each drank a sip of [-] red wine. Because of a slip of the tongue, I like you, and the freeze between the two hearts was untied.

There is no need to say those three words.

it is more than words.

love, not for words

Outside the luxurious and heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains, there is snow.

In the Western-style fireplace in the house, there is a warm flame burning.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the mouse stood guard in front of Yang Fei's door.

Whoever came, he blocked it.

Chen Mo and Ning Xin came back from work and wanted to report to Yang Fei, but they were also stopped by the rats.

"Brother Mouse, shall we block it too?" Chen Mo asked in surprise.

When they were in Boston, they lived in the same room as Yang Fei!

After arriving in New York, Yang Fei bought several properties here, enough for everyone to sleep separately.

However, Yang Fei never avoided them.

Even in the middle of the night, as long as the two of them have something to do, they can report to Yang Fei at any time.

The mouse looked helpless and persistent: "I'm sorry, Ms. Chen, Ms. Ning, Young Master Fei is resting, please don't disturb anyone."

"Everyone, including the two of us?"

"Yes. Please forgive me, the sky is falling, please report back tomorrow."

"What's going on?" Ning Xin asked Chen Mo curiously.

Chen Mo shook his head: "I don't know, forget it, let's go."

As the two of them walked, they looked back and saw that the mouse was as motionless as a clay sculpture or wood carving.

After a while, a few middle-aged men in flashy clothes hurried upstairs, saw the mouse, and asked, "Excuse me, does Boss Yang live here?"

"Which Boss Yang?"

"Boss Yang Feiyang of Huayi Company."

"Who are you?" Mouse asked vigilantly. At the same time, all the muscles in his body tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow. If the other party disagreed, he could shoot quickly.

"We are employees of Huayi Company. We just received a call from the company. We have something to explain to Boss Yang in person." The visitor said while wiping his sweat.

"What's the matter, come back tomorrow!"

"But, our business is urgent."

The mouse gave him a sharp look and told him to experience it for himself.

"I'm sorry to bother you, we'll come back tomorrow." The visitor's expression froze, he didn't dare to say anything, turned around and walked away in despair.

At six o'clock in the evening, Chen Mo came over. Seeing the mouse still standing at the door, he couldn't help being surprised: "Yang Fei hasn't woken up yet? It's time for dinner."

"Miss Chen, don't worry about dinner."

"Has it been sent in yet?"

The mouse didn't answer.

"What's wrong with Yang Fei? Isn't he sick? Is he caught a cold? I'll go in and see him."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Chen, it's inconvenient for Mr. Fei to meet guests. You can talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do."

"Am I a guest?" Chen Mo couldn't help laughing.

"For me, except for Fei Shao, everyone else is a guest."

"Hey, Brother Mouse, what happened? The more I think about it, the more confused I get. I seldom see you standing guard."

"Then I advise you, don't think about it. Just do what you should do."

Chen Mo was bored, rolled his eyes, and went back honestly.

Until eleven o'clock in the evening, Mouse looked at the time, expecting that no one would disturb Fei Shao, so he went back to his room to rest, but he was always alert, paying attention to Yang Fei's situation.

There was nothing to say all night, and until the next morning, there was nothing on Yang Fei's side.

Chen Mo was really worried about Yang Fei and came over early in the morning.

However, to her surprise, the mouse was still guarding the door.

"Brother Mouse, you haven't slept in the dormitory?"

"Sleep."

"Where's Yang Fei? Are you up yet?"

"Young Master Fei is still resting."

"Brother Mouse, are you sure Yang Fei is okay?"