Jiangxin Poplar

Yang Yulang came out of the bathroom not long after. He was wearing a white bathrobe with the collar open to his upper abdomen. Jiang Cheng looked over and saw his large skin at a glance. His skin was a little red after the hot shower, and he stretched out his hands to rub his wet hair. Si, Jiang Cheng subconsciously turned his gaze away, feeling that his throat was a little dry.

Yang Yulang didn't stop there, he went back to his room and changed into a set of casual clothes. He also took a set of the hottest game figure by the way.

He handed the handle to Jiang Cheng: "Is this suitable as a birthday present for your friend?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at it briefly, I wiped it, Pan Jun was going to be very happy, this is what he dreamed of, but he never dared to ask for it, after all, the price can only be thought of.

He endured the pain in his heart and said: "It's so precious, he dare not accept it."

Yang Yulang explained, "This is a gift from a kid. He doesn't know that I don't play games, so it's of no value to me."

I don't know if what he said was out of politeness or the truth, anyway, he stuffed something into Jiang Cheng's hand and it was over.

When the two went downstairs, Yang Yulang turned his head and asked, "How did you plan to get there in the first place?"

"Riding a motorcycle."

"Is the place far?"

"A little bit, it will take half an hour."

"It's not too far away, so I won't drive, I'll go there on your motorcycle."

Hearing that Jiangcheng paused, he really wanted to say, there is a section of the road there that has not been repaired, and it is uncomfortable to sit on the potholes, and you, a rich man, are not used to riding this kind of broken motorcycle?But he swallowed all these words back, nodded and said, "Okay." Compared with those, it doesn't feel too good to let him sit behind him, okay?

He took the helmet and handed it to Yang Yulang. Yang Yulang took the helmet and put it on his head. His movements were jerky. He looked like someone who had never worn it before. Jiang Cheng reached out to help him put it on. Yang Yulang looked straight at him, raised the corners of his lips, The shallow smile is like peach blossoms in March, dazzling to the eye.

Jiang Cheng tried his best to keep a sullen face, turned around and swallowed, why did Nimakou do this?

He stepped into the car and started the car, watching Yang Yulang stretch out his long legs and sit behind him, then stretched out a hand around his waist and loosely grasped his coat.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but took a deep breath, and said after a while, "Sit down and set off."

Steadily driving for a long distance, Yang Yulang looked at the receding scenery and figures on the side of the road with a relaxed and happy expression, probably because he seldom experienced the feeling of riding a motorcycle, and he was full of freshness.

At the section where the road was being built, Jiang Cheng slowed down and tried to find a flat place to drive, but he looked down at the hand that Yang Yulang had been holding loosely, and a thought popped into his mind.

Seeing a pothole in front of him, he secretly increased the speed of the car, not intending to go around it, and drove straight ahead.

Not surprisingly, the car jolted suddenly, and Yang Yulang subconsciously hugged his waist tightly.

Jiang Cheng, who was secretly happy, took advantage of the opportunity and put Yang Yulang's other hand on his waist, and said: "The road is bad, so be careful not to fall."

Behind him, Yang Yulang didn't know what expression to make, but he didn't withdraw his hand.

The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth became more curved, and he wanted to whistle loudly happily.

Not long after, the two arrived at their destination. Jiang Cheng led him into the old house one by one. Shuaibi.

Marshal Bi smiled lightly, and said in a warm voice, "Hello."

"Fuck—"

They never expected that what Jiang Cheng said was true, that he was much more handsome than the model.

Tang Yuan, who has always been clamoring for all men and women, rushed out first: "Welcome, welcome, come in and sit. What, my name is Tang Yuan, you can call me Xiao Tang. What do you call me?" He patted the clean chair, Pull people to sit down.

Pan Jun: "It's a little birthday, to have a big brother come to visit, it's really a splendor!"

Zhuo Hai stood still, still with an expression of disbelief, how did Jiang Cheng get to know this person?

Jiang Cheng smiled and watched them greet Yang Yulang warmly.

Pan Jun turned his head: "Ah Cheng, Chu Na, what are you doing like an idiot? Why don't you hurry up and help?"

Jiang Cheng walked over and glared at him, and said in a low voice, "Did you give your face recently? Do you still want a gift?"

"What? There are gifts, where are they?"

When he saw the figure box, he immediately smiled from ear to ear: "It's really good brother, Brother Cheng, this love is accepted by brother."

Jiang Cheng coughed dryly: "Brother Lang sent it."

Pan Jun patted his forehead: "I should have thought of it. The three brothers are empty-handed, and the only gift is from the boss." He was a little hesitant, and asked weakly, "Can I accept it?"

Jiang Cheng waved his hand: "Come on, it's said that you are a big boss, can you care about this thing? It's enough to serve people happily." Before he finished speaking, Pan Jun turned his head to ask Yang Yulang to thank him, and waited on him like a dog's leg. with.

Yang Yulang looked around casually. The old house looked old on the outside, but the inside was fairly clean. There was a round wooden table, a hot pot in the middle, and several cooked foods that he bought beside him. They looked very spicy. A case of beer, two bottles of foreign wine, and liquor and wine were scattered around.

These kids are pretty good at drinking.

Tang Yuan had already sat down beside him, brought the bowls and chopsticks and the prepared dipping sauce, and ordered Zhuo Hai to quickly open the foreign wine, otherwise everyone would not return home drunk.

Jiang Cheng sat on the other side of Yang Yulang and asked, "Brother Lang, can't you have a drink?"

When Tang Yuan heard this, he refused, and didn't ask him why he couldn't drink, and said directly: "No, why don't you drink on this kind of occasion?"

But Yang Yulang didn't evade: "I'm a poor drinker, if you don't mind, you can have a drink together."

Pan Jun: "That's right, come, come, drink a little, we don't force it, just say so if you don't want to drink."

Zhuo Hai, who has been silent here, poured a full glass of foreign wine and handed it over, raised his glass and said, "Welcome brother."

Yang Yulang's eyelids twitched when he saw the full glass of wine, but he took it anyway.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand to stop him from drinking, but seeing that he put down the cup after taking a sip, and didn't intend to play wild with them, he was relieved a little, and turned to everyone: "Brother Lang hasn't eaten much today. Don’t be in a hurry to make a toast, get some plain stuff to fill your belly first.”

Tang Yuan opened his eyes wide: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" Immediately got up and put a bowl of noodles from the pot behind Yang Yulang, and put it in front of Yang Yulang: "This is the longevity noodles of the birthday star, brother eat first."

Yang Yulang looked at Pan Jun, and Pan Jun waved his hand, "There's too much in the pot, brother, don't worry, eat another bowl if it's not enough."

Jiang Cheng was robbed of the opportunity to be courteous, and he was secretly unhappy, so he could only silently put the scalded vegetables and beef into the bowl in front of Yang Yulang.

Everyone came and went, and the bottle of foreign wine was drained within a few laps. Yang Yulang took a sip every time. Seeing them drinking so hard, the headache after a hangover was unavoidable.

It seems that the atmosphere is not enough for you and me to drink one cup. Tang Yuan proposed the old game. He took out a dice from somewhere, and each person corresponded to the points on the dice. He first threw it on the table randomly. After drinking a glass of beer, the person throws it away, except for Lango, who can drink one-third of it.

After speaking, everyone turned their attention to Yang Yulang, as long as he said yes, he could play.

Seeing their high enthusiasm, Yang Yulang had no reason to be disappointed. Although Jiang Cheng repeatedly stated that he could not participate, or reduce it to one-fifth, he felt that it was rare to participate, and it was better to play together.

That being the case, the game begins.

After drinking one cup at a time, several bottles of beer quickly bottomed out.

Jiang Cheng threw it casually, counting three, Zhuo Hai's.

Zhuo Hai raised his glass and drank it down, tossed it again, counting five, Jiangcheng's.

Jiangcheng didn't talk nonsense, and he was also bored. He threw it again, and the count was three, and it was Zhuo Hai again.

Strange to say, it took three rounds for the two of them to go back and forth like this before throwing other points.

Zhuo Hai: "Fuck, Ah Cheng, are you fighting me?"

Jiang Cheng was helpless: "How would I know?"

Pan Jun: "Do you still let others play?"

Yang Yulang looked at them cup after cup with pride, and felt very happy, as if awakening a little youthful passion deep in his heart.

Originally, because of Yang Yulang's presence, Jiang Cheng tried his best to control his drinking, otherwise he would collapse in a while, not to mention the poor hospitality, but he might be required to take care of his group instead, so he wouldn't be exhausted.

Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't stand the intensity of this stupid game, and I started to feel dizzy without knowing it.

Tang Yuan, however, was very excited. Seeing that the two bottles of foreign wine and the beer on the table had bottomed out, he dragged another case of beer: "Brothers, keep going, the so-called laughter can be several times in a lifetime, and you will be drunk when you meet in a wine fight~"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He turned to Yang Yulang and said, "This guy is drunk, don't worry about him."

Yang Yulang just tilted his head and smiled at him.

Seeing this smile, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a few beats, and he quickly picked up his cup and drank it down.

After drinking, everyone started talking. It was the first time for several of them to see Yang Yulang, and they wanted to ask a lot of questions.

Tang Yuan was curious: "Brother, what's your full name?"

"Yang Yulang."

Zhuo Hai: "What does Brother Lang do?"

Yang Yulang felt a little dizzy after drinking, resting his stomach with one hand, his cheeks were a little pink, which was different from usual, he casually said: "The family is in the jewelry business, and I have opened several companies myself, playing with photography and stocks and so on. of."

Jiang Cheng added from the side: "Huarong Jewelry belongs to their family."

Everyone: "What? Huarong Jewelry? Is it the Huarong store we all know?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, that's right, it's the Huarong shop you know.

Ouch, what a shame, Huarong Jewelry is one of the best jewelry companies with chain stores all over Southeast Asia!

Tang Yuan sighed: "It really is a real rich man."

Yang Yulang shook his head, "It's nothing to be proud of. After all, the industry is the result of the hard work of the previous two generations. I just sit here and enjoy the fruits. I can do other industries through the family's financial connections. If there is no such Ordinary people are no different."

Although the few people present didn't know a few wealthy second-generation rich people, it was really rare to see such a humble person.