Rong Lang of Rebirth

Yan Ting turned around the corner of the teaching building, and saw the man sitting on the vermilion wooden chair, fragmented sunlight hit him through the treetops, blurring the mottled tree shadows, and the corner of the shirt was blown by the wind. Micro-movement, the simple design highlights the man's graceful figure.

The bright and white foal, in the empty valley, has a bundle of grass, and its person is like jade.

The ancients did not deceive me, Yan Ting sighed, took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and suddenly did not want to destroy this beautiful scenery, but it was just that he didn't want to, and the steps under his feet never stopped.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the number one in our grade is hiding here. That's right, those hungry elementary school girls can peel you off with their eyes."

It's the sound of schadenfreude.

Speaking of which, women are really scary, especially in this age of worshiping beauty and strength.

In their eyes, Rong Lang was just a piece of delicious cake, just now someone was standing outside the classroom door and shouted: "God, I want to give you monkeys ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

At that time, the people in the classroom were shocked for a long time. The teacher's face turned red and then turned pale on the podium, wishing that a few books were thrown at him.

Rong Lang rubbed his temples, those schoolgirls really...

There are also a few seniors pretending to be juniors, their green eyes look at him furiously, making him feel as if he has no clothes on.

Yan Ting looked at Rong Lang like this, and felt a little funny in his heart. Ever since this man became talkative, the girls in the class took the opportunity to join him, and the grade even set up a Rong Lang support club, which is really dumbfounding.

Not to mention, this person is really attractive, probably like that kind of elegance and indifference after going through all the vicissitudes of life. This kind of charm is difficult for a few girls to resist.

……

In Phoenix High School, you don't need to know the principal's name, but you absolutely must know the name Rong Lang.

This is the person who has won various awards in the school, from speech contests to English competitions, from the Olympics to talent shows, where he has won all the seniors and sisters in seconds.

There are often seniors who joke in the post bar, "This junior is simply a walking weapon."

There are a lot of people who agree, but no one is unconvinced, because this person not only wins, but often throws off the No.2 by several mountains. Almost after the No.1, the rest of the level is almost the same.

Yan Ting watched the series of shouts of "male god, male god" in the school post bar, then looked at someone beside him with a calm face, and typed a few words pretending to be calm.

Met Rong Lang by chance, Caring Eyes (attach the photo just now)

In the end, he swiped the screen pretending to be calm, and sure enough, all of them started screaming after a while.

Reminisce 2166: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, can you still see it now? (dog face)

The summer where the wind blows: Landlord, don't kill me if you hand over the photos.

Xinghuo: The landlord is male or female?

……

Yan Ting saw that there were over a hundred replies to that post in a short period of time, and occasionally someone from another school asked weakly in it: "Who is Rong Lang?"

Immediately, there will be a group of people scrambling to popularize science, various award-winning photos, and various grade rankings, and in the end this person will slap the table and shout: "Fuck, awesome."

It's really... dumbfounding.

"Are you bored?"

Rong Lang looked at someone who was covering his mouth and laughing helplessly, took his mobile phone and looked at it, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed too.

The afternoon classes passed quickly. As for the evening self-study, the school has always adopted a voluntary model, but Rong Lang never showed up.

As soon as he left the school, he found the car parked outside. It was different from the car Xi Zhan sent him home last time, but the small flag was still majesticly stuck in the front of the car.

The black car window slowly fell down, but the face exposed was not Xi Zhan's. The man sitting was like a sharp sword that had been battle-tested, chilling and calm, with dark eyes staring at him on his ghostly face. , with a little uncertainty: "Your name is Rong Lang?"

Rong Lang looked at this person calmly, and had a vague guess in his heart. In his previous life, he had only met Xi Jing from a distance. If Xi Zhan is a legend in the shopping mall, then this person is a legend in the army. .

"I'm."

Rong Lang nodded slowly, not because of the opponent's aura of weakness, but with instinctive respect for soldiers.

When Xi Jing heard the answer from the other party, his heart suddenly exploded. Before coming here, all kinds of weird thoughts were mixed in his heart, but seeing that the other party was a minor, he couldn't wait to lift Xi Zhan's ear and scold the beast.

His face was pitch black, looking at the clean young man in front of him, his calmness beyond his age made him look sideways.

If this person's face was covered, no one would think that he would be this age, but...

Xi Jing gritted his teeth, no matter how calm he was, he was still a fucking underage.

Closing the car window, leaving Rong Lang with an inexplicable face, the car drove towards the prosperous world like eating Xuan Mai, thinking that this time he would have to fight with the other party a few times to calm down his anger.

So everyone in Shengshi knew that there was a dark-faced person who came to the CEO that day, met gods and killed gods along the way, and the ruthlessness of the methods made people frightened.

Outside the office, the high-level executives only heard the sound of "ping ping pong pong" inside and the occasional roar of "Xi Zhan, you beast!!", which shocked their hearts and livers.

After the sound lasted for an hour, it suddenly quieted down, and then the door of the office was opened, and a vigorous man strode out with bruises on his face.

The president behind him was not much better, but it was different from the man's forbearance, the rippling on the president's face made one want to throw an egg on it.

Xi Zhan touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth and let out a "hiss" in pain, tsk, the attack was really ruthless.

Under the pressure, Luo Jin looked at the wound on the CEO's face, and said, "Boss, what are the plans of the Rong family?"

When it came to business, Xi Zhan put down his hand touching the corner of his mouth, his eyes suddenly became dark, and the people around who were not afraid of death had already dispersed, since the needles could be heard on the huge top floor.

"Never mind, I believe that even if Rong Lang loses his memory, he will be aware of something."

He's not such a stupid person, maybe when he comes back, the Rong family's matter will have been settled.

What he was afraid of were the things hidden behind, Rong Lang's identity, and the panic of not being able to grasp the situation.

Looking at Xi Zhan like this, Luo Jin suddenly felt that Lao Shizi's love was so damn miraculous, it could make a complacent person suddenly become so worried about gains and losses.

This man has always been proud, but now that there is really a person who dominates his joys and sorrows, he is suddenly curious about what that young master Rong looks like.

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"He really treats himself like a dish!"

Rong Shihua held the hung up phone, his face flushed red.

Chen Boyuan really opened his mouth this time. Last time, 4000 million didn't stop his mouth, but this time he even asked for [-] million, so he wasn't afraid to hold it to death.

Rong Langan sat quietly on the sofa, still thinking about what happened when he met Xi Jing just now, and always felt that there was something wrong with the way the other party looked at him, like the kind of pity that watched the prey step by step into the trap without knowing it.

Sighing, people like Xi Zhan, love is love, unabashed, bold and enthusiastic, anyone who knows him a little will see something.

It's just that who is the hunter and who is the prey, he and Xi Zhan, who can tell.

Rong Shihua glanced at Rong Lang who was sitting on the sofa without saying a word, and suddenly became a little annoyed. He was asked to accompany Gu Fan last time, but he didn't express anything.

He didn't want to keep the chess piece that he had kept for so long if it was useless.

"Young master of the Gu family, what did you talk about last time?"

When Rong Lang heard this, he suddenly laughed softly.

"Aside from life and ideals, what else can we talk about?"

Rong Shihua frowned, does this mean nothing happened?With Gu Fan's temperament, it is impossible to let Rong Lang let him go home properly.

Thinking of this, I feel a little annoyed. Things are really not going well recently. First, Chen Boyuan thought that he was not too much in Fengshi, but recently he openly suppressed other shareholders.

Is Chairman Feng going crazy?He even allowed Chen Bo to mess around.

Then there was Gu Fan, who had given up the bid for the agreed-upon piece of land to Rong's, but the other party was happy and temporarily backed off, making Rong's previous vows all taken as a joke.

"dad."

Rong Qirui's voice came from outside the door, and there was uncontrollable joy in his voice.

Rong Shihua's complexion improved a bit, this son has never made him worry about it, and the methods in the business are better than his.

"What are you so happy about?"

"Just came across something interesting recently."

Rong Qirui replied, there was a faint light in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, with an expression of winning.

Rong Lang lowered his head and drank his tea, the corners of his eyes curled up, and he smiled mockingly. There are always some people who are overconfident and think that everything is under their control.

In fact, as long as he thinks about it carefully, he will find many loopholes, but he is used to the feeling of being in control of the overall situation, so accustomed to never doubting himself.

Rong Shihua looked at Rong Qirui who was sitting on the sofa. It had only been a few days since he had seen him. The other person seemed a little depressed, with faint black shadows on his eyelids, but his spirit was extremely good.

He looked at his whole body suspiciously, except that he looked a little empty, there was no major problem, but he somehow felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that I think too much...

Rong Qirui picked up the cigarette case on the table, slowly took out one, after lighting the fire, he rested his hand on the sofa leisurely, frowned after taking a puff, and threw it into the ashtray .

Rong Shihua let go of his doubts, and suddenly thought of those two people who made him gnash his teeth.

"Chen Baiyuan called again, this time asking us to invest [-] million yuan."

The voice was calm, but it was not difficult to hear the anger hidden inside.

Hearing this, Rong Qirui felt as if he had eaten a bomb. Last time it wasn't enough, but this time it came again. This kind of greedy person really deserves to die.

His eyes suddenly became a little scarlet, and in just a moment, the red subsided, and his whole body was a little manic.

"Feng's problems have been getting bigger and bigger recently. Several major shareholders have been involved in scandals again and again, and it seems that they are all related to Chen Baiyuan."

Rong Qirui looked at the non-existent Rong Lang next to him, and felt a little disdainful. Something must have happened with Gu Fan last time, he was able to hide his emotions before, but the more he looked at Rong Lang recently, the more he disliked him. It feels dirty to be in the same room with him.

He turned his gaze to Rong Shihua.

"What good does it do him? Feng's reputation is damaged and the stock plummets, but he is also the one who holds the shares after all."

Rong Shihua nodded, he couldn't figure this out, he knew how to rule out dissidents, but this kind of trick hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts himself eight hundred.