The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Fei said: "Okay, give me one."

"Buy more! Nine flowers! They represent long-lasting love!"

"It's not a question of whether there are too many or not. We are taking a walk, with so many flowers in our hands, how can we play?"

Jiang Shuying just laughed and didn't speak.

Although she also loves flowers, the relationship between her and Yang Fei does not need a few flowers to prove it.

Yang Fei bought a flower and handed it to her.

She sniffed it and said with a smile, "It's not very fragrant."

Yang Fei said: "The scent of roses is not strong at all, and the wind is strong by the river, so of course there is no scent."

Jiang Shuying cut off the stem of the rose, and then put the flower on her chest.

She was wearing a dress with a pearl button on the chest. She unbuttoned the pearl button, stuck the flower into the buttonhole, and then fastened the pearl button, which was just right for wearing.

Yang Fei glanced at it: "Well, it's very unique, as expected of a design student."

Jiang Shuying smiled sweetly.

She was still holding Yang Fei's hand, and the two walked forward slowly.

A melodious guitar sound came over.

A lot of passers-by were watching around a small art booth.

It was a young girl playing and singing, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with flowing long hair, black and bright eyes, wearing a light blue skirt, and a pair of ordinary sneakers on her feet.The whole person looks fresh and clean.

Her singing voice is very clear, with a strong sense of penetration.

It was hard to imagine that such an agitated and high voice came from her petite body.

Tourists stopped to watch.

Jiang Shuying said in a low voice: "They are all free spectators, and no one pays. Yang Fei, she sings well, you can give her some money! It's not easy for a little girl to make money."

Yang Fei hummed, took out his wallet, took 200 yuan and put it in a cardboard box on the ground.

The girl bent towards Yang Fei, and said thank you during the interval of singing.

Yang Fei accompanied Jiang Shuying to listen to two songs before leaving.

"Multiple arts are not overwhelming. It is good for a person to learn more skills when he is young. When he is down and down, he can set up a small stall on the street to make some money." Jiang Shuying said with emotion.

Yang Fei said: "Street performing arts is the most difficult way to make money. Not only do you have to be willing to lose face, but you also have to have an inner face. Without real skills, it is difficult for spectators to pay for rewards. This is much more difficult than begging with your palms out." gone."

"For such a young child, if it wasn't really difficult at home, I don't think she would come out to perform. Maybe she is like me..."

"Stop talking about that."

Jiang Shuying hummed, and said with a sweet smile: "It's been a long time since I walked out, I'm very happy. Yang Fei, can you hug me around?"

"Huh? How old are you, and you still play this?

"Turn it around! When I was young, I really liked my dad holding me high and spinning around. I would keep laughing, laughing..."

Yang Fei knew that she was in love with the scene, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I can't do it high, um, it's okay to go around in circles."

So, he hugged her and turned around twice.

Jiang Hanying didn't smile, and cried on his chest: "Yang Fei, the rose has been crushed!"

"..."

"Yang Fei, thank you."

"Thank me for what? Just for turning twice?"

"If I hadn't met you, maybe my current life would not be as good as that girl singing! After all, I don't have the courage to sing in public."

"Stupid! You are a dignified graduate of the National People's University, where can you not find a good job? Do you need to come out and sing?"

Jiang Hanying raised her head and kissed him on the cheek.

Not far away, there was a camera clicking, clicking, taking pictures. The lens was pointed at Yang Fei's side, but I don't know, did it capture the two of them?

Chapter 1497

There are countless things about the group, but many things are not rushed.

Yang Fei temporarily put down all his work and accompanied Chen Ruoling to Beijin.

On the plane that arrived, Yang Fei and Chen Ruoling had been discussing, after seeing Mr. Chen, what should they say?

Chen Ruoling felt that grandpa's thinking was divergent and deep, and until the moment of the conversation, he had no idea what he would say or do.

Therefore, she suggested that Yang Fei adapt to the situation.

It's still that other courtyard, and it's still that old man.

When Yang Fei came here, his mood was completely different from before.

"Grandpa Chen, do you want to play mahjong?" Yang Fei asked with a smile.

Mr. Chen supported his crutches with both hands, looked at him seriously, and replied, "No. Playing mahjong depends on your mood and people."

Yang Fei thought to himself, these words are plain, but they are actually murderous!

"I heard from Ruo Ling that you like to smoke Shang Hai's cigarettes, so I brought you some boxes."

"Hehe, Yang Fei, don't flatter me. I admire you very much, you still have the guts to meet me!"

"Grandpa Chen was joking. You are not a man-eating tiger, and I am not a coward. Why don't I dare to come to see you?"

"Why? You know it in your heart!"

"If it's because of the Gao family, I want to say sorry. I didn't expect that the Gao family is so crazy that they will do their best to deal with you."

"The affairs of the Gao family are nothing. Money is something outside of the body. If you don't bring it with you when you die, you don't take it with you when you die. My children and grandchildren are all grown up and have received higher education. Even if I don't leave them a penny, I believe they will Can have a good time."

"That's right, Grandpa Chen's magnanimity is really extraordinary."

"Money is like holding sand in your hand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it will slip!"

"It makes sense, I have been taught."