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Huo Yang followed him to the master bedroom, opened the sliding door, and inside was a narrow and long cloakroom.

"My father and my stepmother put their clothes here," Ye Lang said, "They both have a lot of clothes. I don't have enough clothes, so I can't fit them here."

After opening the closet, Huo Yang found that his so-called "not much clothes" seemed to be quite different from his own standards.

There are more than a dozen formal suits and vests hanging inside, arranged in a row from light to dark as if obsessive-compulsive.

There were sounds of the closet being opened next to it one after another.Two for shirts, two for trousers, one for polo shirts and T-shirts, and one for hats.Three cuff buttons, two leather shoes, one tie clip... The gentleman's socks are also neatly rolled up.

Huo Yang took time out of his busy schedule to think: "Great, there are no women's clothes here."

"Are you short of clothes?" He yelled to Ye Lang, "I fucking want to count for you."

"What's this? It's here all year round. There's no way to dress formally, there are many occasions." Ye Lang walked all the way with a coat hanger that was already hanging on his arm, and took out a pair of leather shoes, "Take off your clothes."

"Of order." Huo Yang had no objection to this, and immediately stripped down to only his boxers, showing off his figure shamelessly.

Ye Lang first threw him stockings and then a pair of trousers, and after he put them on, he took off his shirt and gave them to him.The clothes fit well, Huo Yang lowered his head and finished buttoning the buttons, and when he looked up, Ye Lang stood in front of him, holding up one of his wrists, and was folding the sleeves in half and fastening the cuff buttons up.

He observed Ye Lang closely, looked at his drooping eyelashes, obviously he didn't think about anything, but he watched for a long time.

"Okay." Ye Lang didn't seem to notice his gaze, and when he was done, he turned around and picked up another vest.

He matched Huo Yang with a dark blue suit, with a slightly darker vest inside, and black patent leather Oxford shoes.The first button on the collar of the shirt cannot be fastened, adding a sense of leisure that matches his temperament.

Huo Yang looked at the handmade suit on his body.The color of this dress is too positive, even a little bit of blue-purple shimmer can be seen in the bright light, but it is not bright, and the matte texture is thick, like some kind of precious ink.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Ye Lang had already changed his clothes and was facing the mirror with his tie pin on. He immediately regretted that he didn't see him take off his clothes.

"Do I still have to get a hairstyle?" Huo Yang asked him as he grabbed his hair back.

Ye Lang wore a double-breasted black suit, dark brown leather shoes, and wore a tie instead of a vest. When he turned his head, his eyes became darker, "Then you will?"

"No," Huo Yang said boldly, "help me."

In fact, as a young Internet celebrity, Huo Yang has filmed commercials, acted as an endorsement, and also worked as a model for a friend's Taobao shop.In order to maintain the image of an Internet celebrity, he has to post a greasy selfie from time to time, but he just wants to pretend to be disabled.

"..." Ye Lang didn't bother to tear him apart, raised his chin and put on his tie, and then chased him into the bathroom impatiently like chasing flies.Huo Yang enjoyed another hair stroking service, which made him feel comfortable physically and mentally. Even Ye Lang combed his hair and said "it's snowing", which didn't disturb his mood.

"Am I handsome?" He asked with a smile, looking at Ye Lang's indifferent expression in the mirror.

The latter pinched a piece of hairspray and rubbed it away expressionlessly, "No."

"You are too demanding," Huo Yang squinted at him, "Not everyone can be as good-looking as you."

Ye Lang turned a blind eye to his tricks, and pinched two horns on his head.Huo Yang sang "I have horns on my head, I have a tail behind me, and I am a little dragon", while quickly dragging Ye Lang back.

After dressing up like a dog, Huo Yang followed him to the underground wine cellar to get wine, and then driver Zhao drove over and drove them away.

The road was not smooth, and it was already past six o'clock in the evening when we arrived.

Huo Yang thought it was too hot to wear a three-piece suit and leather shoes in Beijing in September. When he stepped into the main house of the Ye family, the transparent coolness flooded in from all directions, but he looked around but did not see any cumbersome electrical appliances. .

"Central air-conditioning." Ye Lang said as if reading his mind, which was the first sentence he said along the way.

Huo Yang turned to look at him.

He was sure that it wasn't his overthinking, since Ye Lang answered the phone call in the afternoon, his mood was not right, as if he had retracted the ice shell he used to live in, he was so suppressed that he almost didn't feel a sense of existence.Sitting at the dining table in a daze, Huo Yang felt that he was just like a decoration like the vase next to him.

Huo Yang also discovered more phenomena that made him uneasy.He remembered the original Ye Lang, not to mention being meticulous, but always sitting in a good posture, showing self-discipline and education; and when he was sitting in the car, he didn't expect Ye Lang to be able to match the three "lazy" people. A word is attached.He just leaned back in the seat, his eyes were half closed, and his legs were stretched out.

why?

Huo Yang saw that he seemed to be asleep, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

Passing through the large and bright front hall, the colors of the polished crystal bricks under your feet are blurred and colorful.Behind the silver mirror folding door is a surrounded garden. The Bailing Terrace is covered with white iron and green cloth, elegantly hidden among flowers and trees.The two finally stepped into the main hall. In the cathedral-like hall, many people were smoking and drinking on the sofa, the peacock feather carpet was winding on the gilded walnut floor, and many people were drinking and talking and laughing.

These people should be Ye Lang's family members. Ye Lang greeted them with a nod at most. Compared with the scene where Huo Yang's seven aunts and eight aunts gathered around to urge the marriage, they looked like unfamiliar business partners.Huo Yang followed him with strides, passing a few young juniors.

Each of these juniors, obviously, are all arrogant dudes in Beijing city, their eyes only glanced at Huo Yang, and they were ridiculed in a blink of an eye.The young people were gorgeously dressed, and some of them wore nose piercings and lip piercings, large tattoos, and heavy makeup.

Spartacus once said that aristocratic temperament is the tired feeling on the face of people after the satisfaction of desire.

The second-generation ancestors who were young children under the influence of power and money always saw more darkness and filth than ordinary children, and encountered more temptations and temptations for pleasure, and they were also difficult and human.Their nerves are gradually weakened and weakened by the stimulation of super age. The more they integrate into the world and get used to the world, the more indulgent and arrogant they will be.

Ye Lang glanced at the second-generation ancestors extremely indifferently, and the second-generation ancestors obviously did not regard him as a green onion, their lips moved, and they did not know that they had said something disrespectful.Huo Yang noticed his sudden change of mood under the low pressure, and felt a little uneasy. He took a step up and held his cold hand.

"Don't worry about the brat," Huo Yang said in a low voice, "You are also an elder."

Ye Lang's hands were trembling, and he calmed down slowly.

"This house is in my hands...that's how it is."

"If they grow crooked, it means they are not motivated." Huo Yang felt sorry for his cold hands, "You are so busy, you have no obligation to take care of them. Teach their parents another day."

There seemed to be a sad look in Ye Lang's eyes, and that look flashed past.He shook his head and withdrew his hand without saying a word.

Huo Yang sat down with him at a long table in the northernmost part of the restaurant. There was a silver-haired old man who seemed to be a housekeeper. He came to serve them amiably and carefully asked Huo Yang about his taboos.At around eight o'clock in the evening, everyone entered the restaurant one after another. At this time, there was a commotion not far away.

Huo Yang squinted his eyes and saw three people entering the dining room, walking unhurriedly.But as soon as they appeared, everyone's eyes were focused.

Who is that?

It wasn't until these three people got close that Huo Yang suddenly realized that they were coming here. Before he could react, Ye Lang beside him suddenly got up, and he also stood up in a panic.

"Second Uncle." Ye Lang's voice was clear.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a silk pocket square on his chest, with extraordinary bearing and excellent facial features.He maintains a very youthful appearance, only his temples are suddenly gray; he is tall, but his shoulders are slightly bent.This made people have a confused impression of him, admiring his mature and dignified demeanor, but also faintly feeling that he was already old, and felt a little pitiful for him.

Behind him were a man and a woman, both in their 30s. They should be the sons and daughters of this middle-aged man. The son seems to be older, and the daughter is very tall, almost as tall as the two men.

Ye Lang walked over, opened the chair for them, and bowed slightly respectfully, "Brother, sister."

The middle-aged man was not polite, he touched his hair habitually, and laughed, "It's really not easy to ask Mr. Ye to give him a face."

His voice was loud and magnetic, like a subwoofer made of gold, which seemed to shake the crystal-like cups and polished cutlery on the table trembling slightly.

Neither the man nor the woman received Ye Lang's courtesy, they pulled up the chairs by themselves, and sat silently with the middle-aged man on the left and right.

Rita Immortal.Huo Yang's mind was in confusion, he didn't know whether he should introduce himself, but seeing that they didn't take him seriously, Ye Lang returned to his seat, so he had no choice but to follow in a daze.

Ye Lang changed his appearance in an instant, and said in a gentle manner: "Which time the second uncle called the family to eat, I was not the first one to come?"

"Well, Cengfan is indeed the first one." Ye Qijun praised, "It's also the first one to overturn the table after Cengfan."

Huo Yang was terrified when he heard this conversation, but both of them still had kind faces.He quickly took a sip of the mineral water in the glass, regardless of whether the man and woman looked at him in surprise.

At this time, the old butler from the beginning appeared in time, followed by several servants holding wine bottles.The old butler put his hands behind his back and said something to Ye Qijun. Ye Qijun took the wine bottle and looked it over, "45-year-old Patus?" He glanced at Ye Lang, "This wine is rare."

Ye Lang said with a smile: "I bought it from a collector in Russia. I originally planned to send it to you sometime. I still have a 1961 Latour for five consecutive years. Oh, and I also found a 1945 Mouton. With an anti-fascist 'V' label..."

"Okay, then this trip is really worthwhile." Ye Qijun returned the wine, turned to the silent eldest son and said, "Mingyuan, I think there is also your favorite Spanish wine, what is it called? How about——Vega Sicilia? How about it, does your brother have a heart?"

Ye Mingyuan looks quite similar to his father. Due to the difference in temperament, he has a completely different uprightness and depth, just like a piece of iron that would rather bend than bend.

This made Ye Lang call "Big Brother" and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to drink his wine."

Ye Lang sat upright without changing his expression. Compared with him, Ye Han became a child with no concentration.Ye Qijun seemed to find it interesting, crossed his arms, leaned back, and gossiped: "However, drinking is most comfortable at home. I have been in Hong Kong for the past two years, and people think they are still a British colony and do not drink baijiu. I It's hard to live with this alcoholism."

"Uncle Ma," Ye Lang said, "take Maotai."

The old butler surnamed Ma had been on the job for a long time, so he didn't think it was disobedient, so he immediately sent someone to fetch it.Ye Qijun smiled and said: "Look at you, why are you so anxious. The old man has only been gone for a long time, and he forgot how to eat?"

He motioned the waiter to open the bottle of Patus in 1945. With the sound of the wine gurgling into the crystal glass, the whole table was silent, only his bass voice echoed in everyone's ears, "I just said , This trip back was worthwhile, because I saw something very interesting. Guess what it is? Huh?"

When he said this, his gaze kept on Ye Lang's face.Like a good student who accepts the teacher's question, Ye Lang replied without hesitation: "My family is not as good as before."

"You are really the most proud student of the old man." The first appetizer and hot bread were served, as well as pickles for refreshing.Ye Qijun picked up his wine glass, "It's only been a few years, I just took a look at what the younger generation in the family is like, what kind of business the family is doing." He pointed at Ye Lang, "You say your ass, how can you sit like this? stable?"

"I'm too young," he whispered, "I'm far from the elders... I'm not capable, and that's my problem."

Ye Qijun laughed, "Lack of ability? We can't find many people who are better than you in decades. The old man told you to piss you off, and Ye Han told you to kill them all. He was [-] years old, so he went to Hong Kong in despair." He said leisurely, "Heroes are born as teenagers!"