Martial Arts Reigns

Ye Ming didn't know yet, he was exaggerating, but his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat. Han Meimei next to her was stunned. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Ye Ming.

But as far as I know, Jinglong's CEO is a middle-aged man, right? He Zhiqiang said deliberately.

In fact, after buying the TV, Ye Ming watched the program for a while. It happened that a certain TV station interviewed Ye Shengtian, the founder of Jinglong, and he knew a little about this group. He said lightly: Jinglong Group is a family business, and the top managers are generally the Ye family.

He Zhiqiang was suspicious, but his girlfriend didn't doubt it. Ye Ming's temperament was so good, she immediately stepped forward with a smile and said, So it's Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, this Beauty Hotel seems to be yours too. What about the industries under the Jinglong Group.

Ye Mingxin said it was bad, what should I do if they let me waive the bill? Thinking of this, he said with a smile: I usually don't ask about the following trivial matters, but this Beauty Hotel is indeed the property of our group.

When they heard that Ye Ming was the CEO, they all came over, and some even wanted to take a group photo. When the crowd was in chaos, Ye Ming noticed that a young man was sitting on a seat not far away, looking at him with a half-smile, with mockery in his eyes.

Ye Ming said he saw an acquaintance, and brought Han Meimei to the young man.

Are you laughing at me? Ye Ming looked at him.

I laughed at someone pretending to be the CEO. The young man said cheerfully, thinking Ye Ming was very interesting.

Ye Ming: How do you know I'm impersonating?

Because I am that CEO. The young man said.

Ye Ming smiled hehe, sat down next to the young man, and said, Don't expose me, I will treat you to dinner later.

The man came with interest: Oh? Treat me to dinner? What are you going to eat?

Ye Ming thought to himself that he had learned a lot of amazing cooking skills in that world, so he said: Well, I will invite you to my house for dinner tomorrow night, and you will eat the best food in the world .”

You're not bragging again, are you? The young man obviously didn't believe it.

Will I lie to you? Ye Ming stared, Although I brag, I never lie.

Okay, I'll round it up for you today. After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the manager of the Beauty Hotel came over.

What's your order, Master? The manager asked with a flattering look.

This is my friend. He is the host today. You can satisfy all your requirements. He said, and the manager even claimed that he was extremely polite to Ye Ming.

After leaving the address, Ye Ming went back there again. Han Meimei's complexion is not good. This guy, who is bragging, has actually met Allah. Fortunately, he is not surprised, so don't avoid embarrassment.

Ye Ming walked over, and the manager followed, like a follower.

Ye Ming said to everyone: Your classmate He Zhiqiang is my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. Everyone has this relationship. They are all friends. Today I treat you to dinner. Everyone can eat and drink whatever they want. If you have any requests, please ask the manager. He will satisfy everyone.

The manager also immediately said: That's right, if you have any requests, the hotel will fully meet them.

The crowd cheered immediately, and He Zhiqiang's face was a little ugly, because her current girlfriend had been approaching Ye Ming, as if trying to please him.

The young man came over at this time, and he said to Ye Ming: You cost me a lot of money.

Ye Ming glanced at him: I don't want to waste your family's money, I will give you a gift later.

The young man was amused: What gift do you give me?

Ye Ming glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said, I see that there is something wrong with your body, and I will help you cure it.

The young man's face immediately changed, and he sneered, You said I was sick? Then tell me, what's wrong with me?

According to the medical sayings in this world, you have a neurological problem. Ye Ming said bluntly, And your current medical methods cannot cure this disease. But I have to take a look at the specifics.

The young man remained silent. He did have hereditary neuralgia and often convulsed. He had to take medicine when he was in pain, otherwise life would be worse than death. Moreover, as he grows older, his condition will become more and more serious, and he will hardly live to be fifty years old.

Sit down, I'll take your pulse. Ye Ming said.

The young man then stretched out his hand, and he channeled spiritual energy into the other person's body, observed for a moment, and said, I can heal you now, this process is a bit painful, you bear with it.

After all, the aura flowed into the opponent's body. Under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the other party manipulated the deformed nerves and quickly repaired them. But this process, accompanied by strong itching, is very uncomfortable. The young man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Both of them were sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding hands, looking ambiguous. About half an hour later, Ye Ming saw sweat on his forehead, so he stopped.

The young man was sweating profusely, but he felt unspeakably comfortable. He looked at Ye Ming with incredible eyes.

By the way, I have dredged your body. It shouldn't be a problem for you to live to be eighty or ninety years old. He laughed.

The young man said: Although I don't know if what you said is true or not, I feel good now. I'll take a shower first, and I will visit you tomorrow. If your treatment is really effective, I will definitely thank you very much.

Ye Ming waved his hand: You're welcome, you helped me first, and I will naturally help you again.

After finishing speaking, he dragged Han Meimei away, found a place, and ordered some food. The hotel's food is very good, and the room environment arranged by the manager is also good. This is the most luxurious set meal that Han Meimei has ever eaten.

During the meal, Han Meimei blushed and looked very excited.

However, only halfway through the meal, He Zhiqiang's classmates came to invite Ye Ming over, and everyone hoped to toast him with a few glasses of wine. After all, everyone eats and drinks for free, so we must always express our gratitude. But at this time, everyone didn't pay much attention to He Zhiqiang. In fact, this class reunion was initiated by He Zhiqiang.

The place where everyone gathers is a hall, the hall is brightly lit, and everyone is almost drunk. Beside the hall, there is also a woman in ancient costume playing the guzheng. But the rhythm sounded harsh to Ye Ming's ears.

After drinking a round of wine, at least two catties of liquor, Ye Ming's face was not red, and he was still talking and laughing. The guzheng was still ringing, and he couldn't help but said, Don't talk about it!

The woman talking about the zither was taken aback for a moment, and immediately lifted her hands from the strings, and asked, Sir, is it my fault?

He Zhigao has always been very angry. He is the best one among his classmates and the initiator of the party, but Ye Ming has stolen the limelight, so he is naturally upset. Seeing Ye Ming scolding a beautiful woman in ancient costume at this moment, he immediately said: Boss Ye doesn't know music too, does he? I think that beautiful woman can play very well.

Fart, is this also called rhythm? Ye Ming sneered.

The woman listened and lowered her head. He Zhiqiang said: Why don't you talk about a song for us, Mr. Ye? In his opinion, Ye Ming must not understand guzheng, and what he said was just pretending.

Ye Ming glanced at Han Meimei and said, Meimei, how about I talk about a song for you today?

Han Meimei was taken aback. He looked at Ye Ming, meaning, would you?

Ye Ming smiled, came to the woman's side, and said, Use the zither.

This zither also exists in his world, he can even play the Qisha Qin, let alone an ordinary zither.

At some point, the real CEO also came and stood not far away to watch the excitement. He had already taken a bath and felt comfortable all over. The neuralgia that occurred every day had never appeared. He was shocked and grateful, so he came to see Ye Ming on purpose. And when he came, he happened to meet Ye Ming who wanted to play the zither.

Ye Ming sat in front of the zither, and the whole hall fell silent, thinking that this CEO, who manages everything every day, can do this. He really deserves to be a rich second generation.

There was a sound of strings, and the lingering sound lingered, and everyone's heart trembled, feeling that some kind of emotion had been touched. And then, the indescribable tone flowed out from Ye Ming's fingers, intoxicating everyone at the scene, even Han Meimei closed her eyes, forgetting the environment she was in.

The guzheng girl next to her was already in tears, and she murmured, Is this the realm of 'God in the music' as the teacher said?

The young man watched silently, his eyes filled with shock. At the end of the song, everyone forgot to applaud, still immersed in the wonderful music. It was the guzheng girl who spoke first, and she bowed deeply to Ye Ming and said emotionally: Thank you sir! Sir is a great master, once in a thousand years!

Grandmaster, once in a thousand years? Everyone praised again and again.

The young man called a mobile phone, and it was to his driver: Sixth son, bring the car I gave to the third son, and use it now.

Ye Ming finished playing a song, smiled at everyone, and said, I haven't played for a long time, I'm unfamiliar.

Somehow, the more these people came into contact with Ye Ming, the more they felt that there was a gap between them and him. This gap seemed to be not in status, but in spirit. So in the second half, almost no one drank with him anymore, but toasted more in the distance.

After drinking almost, the young man came and said with a smile: My name is Ye Xuan, your treatment should be effective, I am very grateful.

Ye Ming: You're welcome.

Ye Xuan: There's nothing to express my gratitude to. I just bought a car and gave it to you. It must be useful.

car? Ye Ming has been walking on two legs these days, which really wasted a lot of time. He thought for a while and said, Okay, if you give it, I'll take it.

Han Meimei wanted to decline for him, but he agreed directly. The three of them came to the entrance of the hotel, and there was already a very cool yellow sports car parked there. Han Meimei, who had never seen it before, knew that this car was worth at least a few million, or even tens of millions.

Ye Xuan said with a smile: There are only 30 limited edition electric sports cars in the world, and the price is 35 million. By the way, the world is free of charge, free of battery replacement for ten years, and free of maintenance for five years. Give the grade to Ye Ming.

Ye Ming: Thirty-five million, this thing is so expensive.

Han Meimei has been fooled for a long time, are you kidding, send a sports car worth more than 30 million yuan? What's even more joking is that Ye Ming took it for granted!