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When Sang Feiwan woke up, the sun was just right, and Yu Beiming was standing at the window bathed in a golden light, as if he had been coated with a layer of golden light.

She looked at it, and for some reason the image of a shining golden lucky cat appeared in her mind.

I even find it ridiculous: He is so poor, how can he get rich?

Sensing the movement behind him, Yu Beiming turned around and smiled slightly: "You're awake, how do you feel?"

"It's just that my spiritual power was severely overdrawn. It's getting better now."

Sang Fei finally recovered and didn't like to lie down any longer.

She sat up and felt that her spiritual power had recovered well. She lowered her head and saw that the bell bracelet was back on her wrist. She clearly remembered that she had left this magic weapon to Yu Beiming because she was afraid that he would not be able to deal with Zuo Si.

Now, why are you back?

Yu Beiming explained: "After following you for a while, this magical weapon actually recognized its owner. When I used it, it was still a little repulsive."

"Have you recognized your master?"

Sang Feiwan tried to feel the bell, and sure enough, she saw that the magic weapon seemed to be vaguely compatible with her.

"This……"

After all, it was Yu Beiming's thing. He inexplicably recognized her as his owner. Sang Feiwan felt as if he had taken advantage.

Yu Beiming said generously: "I don't like to force myself. Now that I have recognized you, I will give it to you."

Now that the matter has come to this, Sang Feiwan can no longer postpone it.

"I didn't take advantage of you in vain. The ten million is considered as my purchase. Of course, if you need it in the future, you can use it at any time."

Yu Beiming knew her temperament and was afraid that it would be difficult to get through without some compensation, so he agreed.

Sang Feiwan looked at the bell on his wrist and then remembered something and asked Yu Beiming: "By the way, did you name it when you were refining it?"

"got it."

"what is it call?"

"It's called... Anko."

Yu Beiming was a little cautious when he said this.

When he was refining this magic weapon, the scenes of wandering around the small town kept reappearing in his mind, and when she finally jumped off Fengjiao Cliff decisively, completely ending the past between them, he was heartbroken. .

——The exquisite dice and the red beans make people miss each other deeply.

"It's called Hongdou?" Sang Feiwan rang the bell on his wrist and shook his head, "Inappropriate, inappropriate."

Yu Beiming felt nervous, "Why?"

Sang Feiwan said: "The red bean is only a little bit big. But you see the bell is about the same size as a red jujube, so it is more appropriate to call it a red jujube."

Yu Beiming: "..."

Sang Feiwan asked: "Why, do you think red dates taste bad?"

Yu Beiming had no choice but to point to the inside of the bell and said: "The tongue inside is the size of a red bean and the color is red, so it is better to call it red bean."

"is it?"

Sang Feiwan took a special look at the bell tongue inside, and reluctantly did not change his name.

Beijing.

Bai Jun finished his work in the company today and received a call from his father Bai Chengfeng:

"Ajun, we have a dinner party tonight. I've sent you the location. Be there on time at seven o'clock in the evening."

"Is it okay if you don't go? I have something to do tonight."

"Tonight's inning is important and you have to be there."

Bai Junting didn't like the false entertainment at the businessman's dinner table.

But since dad said it was important, he couldn't shirk it.

Before seven o'clock, he drove to the MG Hotel.

I originally thought that the dinner party that Bai Chengfeng valued so much must have big business to discuss.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the scene, I saw an old man with half-white hair sitting next to him with a young girl.

His father, Bai Chengfeng, smiled and praised:

"Mr. Pang, Ling Qianjin deserves to be a graduate of a prestigious school, and she speaks well."

Pang Shengyong smiled and waved his hand: "What level? She just thinks you are kind to Mr. Bai, so she talks too much. She is usually too impatient to chat with me - hey, is that Mr. Bai?"

Only then did Bai Chengfeng see Bai Jun coming. He beckoned him to sit over and introduced with a smile: "Bai Jun, my son. Now he helps me manage Star Entertainment."

Then he introduced to Bai Jun: "This is President Pang of Gaosheng Group. There is also Miss Pang, who is about the same age as you and graduated from a prestigious school in country M."

Bai Jun was still stunned, but Miss Pang had already stood up and reached out to him: "I've heard about Mr. Bai for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be quite handsome."

Bai Jun lowered his head to look at Miss Pang's extended hand, then looked at his father's kind smile, and finally came to his senses.

"Dad, you said tonight's dinner is very important, why should I treat you as a business? It turns out you want to be a pimp."

As soon as these words came out, Pang Shengyong's expression suddenly changed. Miss Pang's face turned pale and she withdrew her hand in displeasure.

"What the hell did you say?"

Bai Chengfeng was so angry that his blood pressure soared.

pimp? How did he come up with this word? Who do you think Miss Pang is?

"Mr. Pang, I'm sorry. It's all because I've been busy with business all these years and didn't discipline this bastard properly."

"Arjun, apologize quickly!"

Bai Jun put his hands in his pockets and said lazily: "I'm sorry."

The Pang family became prosperous early, with business spread all over the world, and their connections are intricate and deep.

The Bai family only came into existence under the hands of Bai Chengfeng, so they can be considered a rising star.

Therefore, the status of the Pang family is slightly higher than that of the Bai family.

It turned out that although Bai Chengfeng and Pang Shengyong had met several times, their friendship was not deep.

Until the night before yesterday, Pang Shengyong and Bai Chengfeng sat together at the Chamber of Commerce banquet. The two had a great conversation, and their relationship immediately improved by leaps and bounds.

Pang Shengyong heard that Bai Chengfeng had a son who was similar in age to his youngest daughter, and he even offered to let the two children meet to see if they were destined to become a family.

Hence the dinner party tonight.

Who knew that Bai Jun's first sentence would almost mess everything up.

Pang Shengyong's fists were slightly clenched, but his face still looked like a kind elder:

"Mr. Bai is straightforward in his words, and you can tell he's a sweetheart at first glance. Such people are often kind-hearted and value love and justice."

Bai Chengfeng followed his words and said: "This guy just doesn't know how to talk. But he is really kind-hearted and knows how to be grateful."

Pang Shengyong looked at Bai Jun with more kind eyes: "Look, he looks very talented. Oh, Mr. Bai, I really like your son more and more the more I see him."

Seeing that the two of them were about to reconcile their words, Bai Jun suddenly added another sentence: "Mr. Pang, are you unable to give birth to a son? Is that why you envy my father?"

Pang Shengyong: "..."

Miss Pang couldn't bear it any longer and said angrily: "My dad has three sons! I just complimented you a few times to save your face, but do you still take it seriously? Are you stupid?"

"Xiao Min, why are you talking?" Pang Shengyong scolded his daughter and then said to Bai Chengfeng, "My daughter is also spoiled by me. The eldest lady has a bad temper and knows how to speak according to the occasion."

"Girls should be pampered a little." Of course Bai Chengfeng didn't care, mainly because his own son was even more exaggerated.

Bai Jun listened on the sidelines, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Pang Shengyong has no shortage of sons, so why is he so polite to him?

Are you really planning to make me his son-in-law? Are you interested in my property?

That's not right. The Pang family is richer and more well-connected than mine. Who is the wrong family to marry into? Why do you have to keep an eye on me?

He couldn't figure it out, and he simply didn't think about it.

Sitting next to Dad, he started to concentrate on cooking.