The reborn uncle is hard to be

Lord Qi is a close friend, and when he is free, he drinks tea and plays chess together. Yang Guang follows Lord Qi, and there are quite a few contacts with the old man. As a result, when Lord Qi died, Yang Guang came less frequently. , and in the end it didn't even come at all.

Speaking of this matter, it was also Yang Guang who did not do it properly, and it could be that the old man was a little cold-hearted.

"Third Master, I'm wrong about this." Yang Guang said, with a little guilt on his face, "I'm afraid that my godfather is gone, so I still run to you every day, and someone pokes my back in the back?"

Hong Sanye, like Qi Ye, has no children. It is said that the whole family was killed in revenge by someone in the early years, and Hong Erye who defected later became the steward of this Hongmen.

Everyone in the underworld probably has some unknown stories behind them. After all, no one will live a comfortable and comfortable life.

"Do you think that if you don't come, no one will poke your back?" Mr. Hong poured himself a cup of tea slowly, and said, "You used to run to my place quite a lot. Now, there are not many people who talk about you behind your back, but in the end, you don’t come if you can’t say it, do you know what others say about you?”

He looked at Yang Guang, and said word by word: "I don't know how to raise a wolf cub!"

Of course Yang Guang knew this, but now that he knew it, he had to pretend not to know it.

"That's a bit harsh!" Yang Guang shook his head and smiled helplessly, but his eyelashes drooped slightly to hide the dark light in his eyes.

Ten years later, the Flame Gang was on an equal footing with the Hongmen, and there was even a slight tendency to surpass him. Even the old fellows in the Hongmen were polite to him. Unexpectedly, back ten years ago, he would have to stand in front of Mr. Hong. Pretending to be a junior, showing weakness.

Although it was a helpless move, I always felt suffocated in my heart.

The old man has sharp eyes, he is afraid of being seen, and the faint emotions just flashed away in his eyes, Yang Guang said innocently: "Although I didn't come to see you again, I have always been thinking about you, look at you Didn’t I get a birthday present for my birthday this year? I’m still young after all, and I’m afraid that the elders in the gang will disobey me, so I don’t dare to come to you more, and I’m afraid people will say that my elbows are turned outward.” In fact, this gift is given every year. , but Yang Guang's words calmed the anger of some old men.

Mr. Hong snorted coldly, "I wasn't afraid before, but now I'm afraid?" Serving tea lightly, slightly bitter, looking at the boiled water in front of Yang Guang, Mr. Hong's face showed a little more vicissitudes, "Old Qi said he was not here I'm gone, I don't even have anyone to drink tea with me, oh..."

Yang Guang immediately raised his head and said, "Don't worry, I will visit you more in the future."

Mr. Hong curled his lips, and said with disdain: "It's better not to come, I have to ask someone to prepare tea foam, trouble."

Yang Guang shrugged, "Plain water is also fine."

Mr. Hong cast a glance at him, "Come here just to drink boiled water? You're free!"

"Well, there's nothing going on in the gang recently." Yang Guang said seriously, "I have some news for you."

"what?"

"Next week, Boss Mo will have a large batch of goods that will be shipped to City S. The quantity is a bit large. Recently, I have learned how to invest and play, and my funds have been locked up, so I don't plan to take over this batch of goods." He said to Hong San Grandpa smiled, "This news is exclusive to me. I didn't tell anyone else, so I just told you."

"What's on your mind, kid? Don't do good business? What kind of investment are you playing?" Mr. Hong looked at him suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with this batch of goods?"

"No, you can rest assured about this! If you are not interested, you can find other people." Yang Guang said, "It's mainly my people who contact me. I don't want the things when they arrive. It's a bit unreasonable, so I find someone else to take over." Yes, Boss Mo and us are also old friends, you can rest assured of his goods, it's not that you don't want to mess around on the road."

"Hmm." Stroking his chin, Mr. Hong pondered for a moment, "I don't really care about these things, the transactions in the gang are done by the second brother, I'll ask him tomorrow instead."

"Okay." Yang Guang nodded, "If you don't want it at that time, you can ask someone to send me a letter so that I can find another family." That's what he said, but Yang Guang knew that it was impossible for Mr. Hong not to want it. The old man is also very disgusted with drugs, but it is a pity that Hongmen has made his fortune from drug trafficking, so it is useless for him to object.

Hongmen has also been involved in arms in the past two years, but unlike the Flame Gang, who rely on this to make a living, now that Yang Guang helps him get on the line of Boss Mo, the old man will swallow it abruptly no matter how small his appetite is.

However, Yang Guang took the risk of being hated by Hong Erye by doing this. Unlike Hong Sanye, Hong Erye aspired to become a drug tycoon who monopolizes the entire Asian drug trading market.

The heart is not small.

Therefore, the Hongmen's managers are not so harmonious.

After sitting with the old man for a while, Yang Guang left the 'Wuweiju' after some ramblings.

As soon as he got into the car, the smile on his face cooled down.

It's not that he doesn't like dealing with Mr. Hong, it's just that this kind of low-key attitude makes him a little uncomfortable.

However, one has to get used to it. In this era, the Flame Gang has not yet dominated the entire city of S, and there are still many places that need to look at people's faces.

Looking at the bustle and bustle outside the car window, a bar flashed in his sight, and some memories were touched, Yang Guang's eyes suddenly sank, and he told the driver: "Go to the dark night."

Dark Night is a bar, a bar with a very prosperous business. From the outside, this bar is no different from other places.Men and women were writhing crazily on the dance floor, and the colorful lights shone and people's faces were deformed.

The bartender standing behind the bar is an old acquaintance. Seeing Yang Guang, he waved, "Hi, Yan, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Greeting with a smile, Yang Guang sat down on the high stool by the bar, his eyes swept across the young faces one after another, he turned his head and asked, "Is Tyson there?" ?”

"Here, are you going to be on stage again?"

"Yes." Drinking the 'Bloody Mary' he put in front of him in one go, Yang Guang bent his lips, "I haven't exercised my hands and feet for a long time." Following these words, they surfaced on his face What's more, there is a bloodthirsty smile in the cruelty.

The woman, who was attracted by his handsome appearance and wanted to come over to hook him up, immediately stopped in her tracks because of his expression, and watched the man walk across the dance floor to the stairs leading to the basement. The woman had a look of pity.

Different from the drunk life and dream above, the underground in the dark night is a big boxing match place.

In the middle of the wide field, on the enclosed boxing ring, two faceless two people wearing different colors of competition uniforms, but they all struck with the same sternness.

The eyes of the people watching around were red with excitement, and they kept shouting: "Hit him, kill him!"

This is a world of violence and gore.

Across the curtain, wearing the same clothes as the people on the stage, Yang Guang sat on the stool, with a nonchalant smile, looking at the man standing at the door with his fists clasped.

The man was tall, about 1.9 meters, with hideous tattooed muscles and obvious bumps. He looked at Yang Guang with disapproval in his eyes. "You haven't been here for a long time. Judging by your current physical function, you are not suitable to be on stage."

As soon as they met, the man threw a fierce punch at him. Although Yang Guang barely dodged it, his skills were obviously not as good as before, so the man did not support his idea of ​​playing.

"I know." Yang Guang shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently, "Recently, I have been a little lax in exercising, but it's not that bad. I just want to beat someone up." .

The man curled his lips, "Whatever you want, anyway, I bet you will lose. Although the newcomer in the next round is just here, the momentum is comparable to yours back then."

"Oh?" Out of curiosity, Yang Guang said with a smile: "Are all the children looking for beatings now? Young people come to punch me?"

"Aren't you the same?" People who come here for punches before the age of 17 are not qualified to say anything about others, right?

The man squinted at him, lifted the curtain to look at the situation in the stands, and said, "It's about to end, are you ready?"

Yang Guang stood up and put the mask of the same color on his head, "Yes! GO!" His eyes were full of violence.

11. Losing control for the first time

Yang Guang is not a person who likes to reminisce about the past. He always feels that reminiscences should be experienced by people who are older. However, if it is really counted, he is no longer young.

The two people who couldn't see their faces seemed to have some deep hatred, and they waved their fists at each other with all their strength. There were hoarse shouts and curses everywhere in the audience. This was a black memory of Yang Guang, although he didn't want to. Deliberately to forget, but also quietly sealed in the depths of his mind.

Until today was dug out, until the opponent's powerful fist waved to his face, bringing a burst of pain.

It seemed that he could see that his mind was distracted, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in the opponent's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and Yang Guang punched his chin crookedly.

After being helped off the stage, Yang Guang pulled off his mask, spat out a big mouthful of blood, and twitched the corner of his lips at the man who was coldly watching his joke, "Where did you come from? You are so powerful?"

"It's because you are too weak." The man frowned, and stepped forward to poke his wound in dissatisfaction, "Your previous level was much better than this!"

Yang Guang waved his hand away, curled his lips a little helplessly, "My godfather won't let me beat him, and then he died, so I'm not free." Or, I almost forgot.

"Next time you want to go on stage, please say hello to me in advance. I'll help you train, don't die on my stage." The man said with disgust.

"Understood." Patting his shoulder, Yang Guang tried his best to straighten his body, and smiled at him, although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his smile was ugly, "Tyson, I always forgot to say thank you."

If he hadn't recommended him to Lord Qi back then, Yang Guang would have spent a long time here.

"I didn't do anything." Tyson spread his hands and said helplessly, "I just don't like you little brats who don't learn well at a young age."

This person used to be an all-around fighting champion in several worlds, but for some unknown reason, he came to S City and opened such a bar. At that time, Yang Guang was kicked out by Yang Yan. He had nowhere to go, so he just followed others. When I entered here, I watched at first, then I practiced, and then I went on stage to fight, but I always lost, but the ferocious energy made Tyson remember him all at once.

He helped Yang Guang train, although Yang Guang never called him master, but Yang Guang's boxing skills were indeed taught by him.

Who knew that he still had some friendship with Lord Qi, so he mentioned it to Lord Qi, and Lord Qi came to watch Yang Guang play a few games, then recognized his godson, and Yang Guang left here.

To be honest, Yang Guang doesn't like this place, people who are too crazy, and people who have nowhere to go, it always feels depressing here.

This is why he seldom came back here later.

Tyson knew it all, but he would not blame Yang Guang like Mr. Hong did.

After changing clothes and rubbing medicine on his face, Yang Guang and Tyson sat in front of the bar.

"How are you doing?" Tyson asked.

"It's okay, there are a lot of messy things, it's quite annoying."

Sudden death, and then inexplicably returned to ten years ago, a quiet child, and a gang that is not yet in place, no matter what it is, Yang Guang's mood is extremely bad.

But he has always had a good tolerance, everything is suppressed, and he only broke out after seeing Mr. Hong today.

After venting, he was the rational Yang Guang again, and the already calm person still had to continue to play the role of a slightly weak gang leader.

But once you get used to it, it will be easy to handle.It's just that I can't adjust my mentality now.

"I can tell." Tyson said, "Otherwise you wouldn't have suddenly come on stage."

"Yeah." Yang Guang smiled, regardless of the wound on the corner of his lip, he smiled wantonly and forbearance, "I guess I will rarely come here in the future, there are a lot of recent things in the gang."

"It's fine if you don't come." After taking a sip of wine and putting down the glass, Tyson looked at him and said, "Pay more attention to exercise, don't be ambushed and lose the fight one day, and then don't say I taught it."

"It's okay, you've gotten used to it." Yang Guang looked at the crowd of demons dancing in the distance, his eyes darkened, "Maybe I'll trouble you in the future."

"Ok?"

"No rush." ​​When the child is older, if it is not necessary, Yang Guang will not let him take this path.

It was the first time for Yang Guang to see a child with such an expression.

Some flustered, scared, but also sad, several expressions blended together, and finally turned into a light mist in the eyes.

Seeing him come back, the child even smashed the bowl in his hand. After looking at him in astonishment for a while, he called softly, "Second Uncle?"

"Ah."

After a response, the child pushed the chair away and ran upstairs. His movements were a bit rough, and the chair even made a loud noise when the chair was pushed away. After running around upstairs and downstairs, Yang Guang grabbed him, "What are you looking for?"

"Medicine, find medicine!" the child cried, struggling to get out of his hands, his eyes fixed on the bruise on his face, and he kept saying, "It hurts, it hurts!"

This was the first time Yang Guang saw Yang Xiyan lose control.

Out of control, he desperately took the medicine box that Qi Ma gave him, rummaged through it, poured the messy medicine on the gauze in a panic, and ran to Yang Guang, trembling, about to smear Yang Guang's face. .

Yang Guang naturally wouldn't let him touch his face, squeezed the child's hand, and said, "I've been on medicine."

The child shook his head, desperately, and shouted loudly: "It hurts! It hurts!"

Thinking that he hurt him, Yang Guang hurriedly let go, and the child repeated his previous actions. Yang Guang frowned, "Calm down!" He pressed the child's shoulders, trying to stop the child's out-of-control movements.

But the child just stared at his face and kept yelling: "It hurts so much! Second uncle hurts so much!" Finally, the voice was so sharp that Bian Zhao Dong felt that something was wrong with him.

He knew that Yang Guang had punched black punches early in the morning, so he was not surprised by the injuries on his face. Instead, it was this usually quiet child who suddenly made a fuss, which made him feel a little flustered.

"Boss...Young Master Yan, is this? Do you want to ask Dr. Situ to come and see?"

"No need!" This time, Yang Guang controlled his own strength, so Yang Guang didn't let go even if Yang Xiyan complained of pain. He just looked at the child's pale face and lifeless eyes, and his eyes sank.

"Yang Xiyan." The child was struggling all the time, and he did not forget to stretch his arms under Yang Guang's restraint, and tried his best to push the gauze on Yang Guang's face.

Yang Guang's voice was a bit cold, "If you dare to smear the thing in your hand on my face, I will chop off your hand!" The messy potion mixed together, the color is disgusting to look at, not to mention the effect , Yang Guang didn't want to disfigure his face yet.

Zhao Dong couldn't help shrinking his neck when he threatened.Too bloody and too violent!

Yang Guang's threat made the child shrink back, and the strength of the struggle became weaker. Yang Guang freed up one hand and squeezed his chin so that he could look into his eyes. Yang Guang asked, "Who am I?"

"It hurts, it hurts so much!" Still whispering, Yang Xiyan looked at him in a daze.

The hand holding his chin tightened, Yang Guang looked at him closely, and asked again, "Yang Xiyan, who am I?"

The child stared at him fixedly, and after a long while, he finally stopped crying and called "Second Uncle" in a low voice.

"Remember that I am your second uncle!" Yang Guang let go, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the child suddenly struggled harder, and Yang Guang almost missed him with one hand.

"Second Uncle! It hurts, it hurts!" The child screamed terribly. If Zhao Dong hadn't been watching from the side, he would have wondered if Yang Guang had abused the child.

Straightening his hair, Zhao Dong asked, "Boss, why don't I ask Dr. Situ to come over and have a look!"

Yang Guang was silent for a while, then nodded, "Tell him to hurry up."

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Yang Guang slashed the child's neck with a knife in one hand, and hugged his limp body, Yang Guang's face could be as ugly as it was.

Situ Lei came very quickly, when Zhao Dong said that something happened to Yang Xiyan, he rushed over several red lights along the way.

Putting the ticket in his hand to Zhao Dong, Situ Lei went upstairs with the box in his hand. After some examinations, he glanced at the wound on Yang Guang's face. It was actually not serious, just a few more bruises. But... "Obviously, your nephew is frightened by you."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Guang rubbed his throbbing forehead, and now he has no intention of joking with him. He said, "I've never seen him like this." Whether it was before or ten years later, he never I've seen this kid get out of control.

Of course, maybe it was because he had less face-to-face encounters with Yang Xiyan back then, so the child hadn't seen him injured yet.

The sound of the second uncle was so painful, it was definitely not frightened, but like a cry.

Even Yang Guang couldn't help but wonder if Yang Yan had abused the child. Because of his injury, the child recalled that past.

Situ Lei was not worried at all. After the examination, he didn't find any problem with the child. Besides, he needed heart medicine for heart disease.

He said to Yang Guang: "Your nephew really cares about you." Looking at Yang Guang's bruised nose and swollen face, he explained with a smile: "Autistic children are very persistent in what they care about, and others can't move them. Screaming and crying It's just a means of protest."

Yang Guang was startled, yes, he almost forgot that Yang Xiyan has autism.

Touching his face, he twitched the corners of his lips and said, "I didn't expect him to have such a big reaction." If I had known it earlier, I would have avoided it.

"Be careful next time, don't let him see you hurt." After closing the toolbox, he lifted his chin to the child lying on the bed, "After waking up, please comfort him, it's not a big problem, Symptoms are not serious."

Yang Guang waved his hand and thanked him. After watching Situ Lei leave, he turned his head and looked at the child with complicated eyes.

He didn't know why this child cared about him so much, he just met him once when he was five years old.

But how would he know that some people have the ability to change another person's life even if they only met once?

12. A Gathering of Friends

"Boss, Yan Shao woke up."

Sitting in the study thinking about something, Zhao Dong ran over and said that Yang Xiyan woke up, and Yang Guang asked him, "Are you still making trouble?"

"No more trouble, but..." He looked at Yang Guang's face, maybe he would start trouble again as soon as you entered.Only now did Zhao Dong know that this beloved child had autism.

Yang Guang waved his hand, "I won't go if there is no trouble, let Qi Ma take care of him and go to bed early."

"Ok."

Not long after, Zhao Dong knocked on the door again. "Boss..."

"what happened?"

"Well... Although Young Master Yan is not making trouble anymore, he still doesn't close his eyes. I've been persuading Qi Ma for a long time, and he looks like that..." He pondered over it, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

Yang Guang glanced at him and stood up helplessly.

Standing at the door of Yang Xiyan's room, Yang Guang told him, "Go and turn off the lights in the room."

"Ah? Oh!" My boss is very careful.

No wonder Zhao Dong was a little embarrassed, although Yang Xiyan was still lying quietly, his eyes were fixed on the door.

Seeing the familiar figure push the door in, he immediately got up and was about to turn on the light, but was stopped by Yang Guang.

"Lie down."

Yang Xiyan lay down obediently, watching Yang Guang sit on the side of the bed, his eyes moved to Yang Guang's face again.

The room was very dark, so he couldn't see clearly. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand, touched Yang Guang's body timidly, grabbed his sleeve and didn't let go.

"Second Uncle." The child's voice was weak, but with a sense of grievance.He could sense the suppressed anger on Yang Guang, but he didn't understand why Yang Guang was angry.He was always afraid of Yang Guang's anger, and even a look could make him tremble.

Seeing that he was no longer noisy, Yang Guang also breathed a sigh of relief, patted his hand, pulled the quilt over to cover him, Yang Guang said: "Sleep well, don't think about it."

His voice finally calmed down, Yang Xiyan leaned against him, looked at him for a while, then raised his hand to touch his face, Yang Guang tore it off and pressed him under the quilt.

"Second uncle..." Yang Xiyan moved, but he couldn't break free from Yang Guang's restraint, and from Yang Guang's strength, he also felt that his second uncle didn't like his actions very much.

His body froze, Yang Xiyan stopped struggling, but slowly curled up and hugged Yang Guang tightly.

The hand holding Yang Guang's sleeve did not let go. His head rested on the side of Yang Guang's leg, and the faint sound rang out in the silent space.

"Second uncle, does it hurt?"

Yang Guang wanted to pretend he didn't hear, but when he lowered his head, he met the child's bright black eyes.

The light was not turned on in the room, so the child's expression could not be seen clearly, but those eyes were staring at Yang Guang closely all the time, Yang Guang stretched out his hand to cover the child's face by a strange coincidence.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the child's focused gaze, as if he was carrying everything.This kind of gaze is still a bit too heavy for Yang Guang.

"It doesn't hurt." Yang Guang said, reaching out to pat the child's back, "Go to sleep, I have to go to school tomorrow."

"Okay." The child responded lightly, the hand holding his sleeve finally let go, but he held the hand covering his face, unable to hold everything, so he tightly held three fingers.

Yang Guang could feel the slight itching from the child's long eyelashes brushing against the palm of his hand.

The child closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

In the dark night, the shallow breathing of the child was clearly audible, and Yang Guang kept covering the child's face with his hands, sitting stiffly.

Although the strength of the fingers being held was too weak for him, Yang Guang only needed to move slightly to break free, but Yang Guang just moved his hand lightly, adapting to the darkness, his eyes tightened tightly. Staring at the side face of the child sleeping peacefully.

Yang Guang didn't intend to bring the child to the party with his friends, but the child kept looking at him eagerly, and after that day, the child basically waited for Yang Guang to come back before going to sleep. Qi Ma is getting old and always stays up late Not good either, after thinking about it, Yang Guang brought the child along.

To be honest, it is not a very suitable place for children.

The kids should have been waiting outside the bar like Zhao Dong.Facing everyone's surprised gazes along the way, Yang Guang thought so.Glancing at the child who was holding him tightly by the hem of his clothes, Yang Guang's face turned cold, but he didn't say anything.

Come in has already come in, and with him, the child will see all this sooner or later.

Opening the familiar box door, I saw several people had already arrived, waiting for Yang Guang.

When Situ Lei saw Yang Xiyan, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked Yang Guang, "Why did you bring him here? Are you afraid that he will learn from others?"

"What's wrong with learning?" Glancing at him, Yang Guangluo sat down, and Yang Xiyan stood beside him, looking at several people with some embarrassment.

Among the few people, Yang Xiyan is only familiar with Yan Feng and Situ Lei.

Yan Feng waved at him and said, "Xiyan, come."

Yang Xiyan looked at Yang Guang, then walked over obediently, and called timidly: "Uncle Yan."

Situ Lei was upset, and cast a sideways glance at Yang Guang, "I knew him first, why didn't you call me?"

Mo Jingcheng looked at Yang Xiyan with interest, and asked, "Who is this?"

"My nephew." Yang Guang replied, and glanced at Situ Lei, "You can ask him yourself, it's useless to tell me."

Situ Lei pouted, followed Yan Feng's example and waved to Yang Xiyan, saying, "Come, come to Uncle Situ."

As a result, Yang Xiyan just glanced at it, and then returned to Yang Guang's side.Yang Guang ignored him, clinked glasses with Shao Feng, and asked him, "How are you doing?"

"That's it." Shao Feng still had the same expressionless face, although his facial features were handsome, he lacked some expressions. It's unbelievable that such a person is actually a popular model.

After taking a sip of the wine, he turned his head to the side, looked at the child standing quietly beside Yang Guang, and asked, "Okay, why is there suddenly an extra oil bottle?"

This person didn't know the slightest of speaking skills, and everyone was used to it. It was Situ Lei who reminded him responsibly: "Be careful with your words, this child is more sensitive than ordinary children." No one likes to hear that.

And... Situ Lei took a look at Yang Guang. With the protection he showed, Situ Lei didn't think he would let people use these three words to describe Yang Xiyan.

For his scruples, Yang Guang just smiled indifferently, and replied: "My brother's plane accident happened, and he is the only family member." Pulling the child to sit down, Yang Guang ordered him a glass of juice, and then One introduced him to two other people he didn't know.

"This is Uncle Mo, and this is Uncle Shao."

The child looked at Mo Jingcheng and Shao Feng, followed Yang Guang's introduction, and whispered, "Uncle Mo, Uncle Shao."

"What about me?" Situ Lei protested, "Are you sure you introduced me to him?"

"He doesn't like doctors."

"I don't like the principal either." Yan Feng was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"It's okay." Situ Lei narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said, "Even if you don't like doctors, there are times when you can use them."

Yang Guang squinted at him, "The longer you live, the younger you are." He even cares about the title, and even threatened him.

However, he really didn't dare to ignore Situ Lei's threat, curled his lips, touched the child's head, raised his chin at Situ Lei, and asked the child to call out, "This is Uncle Situ."

"Uncle Situ."

"Good boy." Situ Lei finally came to an end.

Regarding his behavior, Shao Feng commented lightly: "Childish."

Situ Lei shrugged indifferently, and said, "I just don't want Yang Guang to treat him differently! Anyway, I was the first to see him."

"What's there to show off?" The first time they met was in the hospital, and Yang Guang felt that it would be better for children not to remember such an experience.

"This is not showing off, but the manners you should be taught as an uncle."

"I think I have the right to know what happened." Mo Jingcheng looked at Yang Guang and then at Situ Lei with curiosity.

Glancing at the quiet child, Yang Guang didn't stop Situ Lei from sharing with them the scene when he first met Yang Xiyan, even though it wasn't a good memory.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Xiyan who had been sitting silently on the sofa. Seeing that his gaze had been lingering on the beautiful juice glass in his hand, Yang Guang asked, "Is it delicious?"

The child nodded, held the cup and looked up at him.

Yang Guang said: "Drink more if you like it, drink more if you don't have enough."

"Okay." The child responded, drinking his own juice silently, occasionally looking up at the crowd, and then turning his gaze back to Yang Guang who was talking with other people with a relaxed expression.

Yang Guang in front of his subordinates is majestic, but in front of his friends, Yang Guang is more casual.

In fact, according to Yang Guang's current age, the relationship between him and these people has not yet reached the point of confiding in his heart. Except for Situ Lei, the backgrounds of the others are a bit complicated, so each other They are still in the testing stage at present, but because of Yang Guang's empathy after ten years, Yang Guang is not at all defensive against them now.

They are all human spirits mixed in among the crowd. Even if Yang Guang has only a small and insignificant psychological change, several people have noticed it.

Yan Feng and Situ Lei had met Yang Guang before, but Mo Jingcheng and Shao Feng had not.So while chatting, their eyes were all focused on Yang Guang, and they stayed for a long time.

Aware of their sizing up, Yang Guang turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Jingcheng asked tentatively, "Yang Guang, do you need our help?"

"What do I need your help for?" Yang Guang raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the slight doubt in Shao Feng's eyes, he reacted, sneered, and said, "Where are you so thoughtful? What's the point of such a party if you have a drink and I have to hide it?"

Mo Jingcheng touched his nose and complained, "It's too sudden."

Yang Guang looked at Shao Feng, "You think so too?"

"No." Shao Feng said, "It's pretty good."

"Yeah, it's pretty good." Yan Feng agreed.

Situ Lei shrugged, "Anyway, I'm an ordinary person, and I'm taking advantage of nothing when I hang out with you people who are either officials, rich or gangsters."

Yang Guang smiled, raised his glass, and said to the others: "Please take care of me from now on!"

Mo Jingcheng said: "What an official speech."

Several people clinked wine glasses, looked at each other, and smiled at each other.

Many things don't need to be said too clearly, there is a tacit understanding between them.

Glancing at them, Yang Guang curled the corners of his lips, and there was a touch of warmth in his eyes. These are his friends, the friends he has known for two lifetimes!

13. I am your second uncle

Since it's a party, I don't deliberately talk about it. You talk to each other, and occasionally interject a few words on interesting topics.

Mo Jingcheng noticed that the child who had been quiet all the time focused on Yang Guang most of the time.He poked Situ Lei with his arm, and asked in a low voice, "That kid is Uncle Lian, right?" Look at Yang Guang's focused eyes.

"Go!" Slapping his paw away, Situ Lei taunted, "Don't think everyone is like your brother, this kid is a bit autistic."

"Don't mention my brother!" Mo Jingcheng glanced at him with some embarrassment, lowered his head and sipped his wine.

"Okay, I've said the wrong thing, please go to the head office!" Patting him on the shoulder, Situ Lei asked, "Your brother has ignored you recently? If you run here at night, will he let him go?"

"He can't control me." Mo Jingcheng said, and squinted at him again, "I told you not to mention him." He picked up the cup in Situ Lei's hand and poured it on him, "Drink your wine well!"

Yang Guang sat beside Yan Feng, looked at Yang Xiyan who was alone on the sofa, and asked, "How is he at school?"

Yan Feng said: "Not bad, his teacher said he is very obedient, except that he doesn't like to talk to people." He helped Yang Xiyan with homework for several days, and felt that although the child was not talkative, he had a good comprehension ability. Strong, and it can be seen in small details that this is not a child who doesn't know anything.

Yang Guang said: "I'm busy these days, so I probably won't be able to take care of him. Please help me take care of him."

Yan Feng glanced at him, very dissatisfied with his behavior of letting go.

Yan Feng said: "I am the principal, not the nanny."

"Anyway, I'll call you Uncle Yan. It's not for nothing!" Yang Guang said with a smile, "I might have to go abroad in two days."

Shao Feng asked: "Where are you going?"

"The Middle East, I can't get on the same line with you."

Yang Xiyan doesn't need Yang Guang to worry too much here. Instead, it is the Yan Gang, which needs to develop and clean up. At the very least, he wants to ensure that when the Yan Gang is handed over to Yang Xiyan in the future, it will be a guarantee instead of trouble.

"Not good!" Situ Lei leaned over and asked, "What about your child?"

"What do you mean?"

"There was such a fuss two days ago, if you leave, you won't be able to make a fuss?"

"He won't." Yang Guang thought for a while, put down his wine glass, and beckoned to the child on the sofa, "Come here." He hasn't greeted the child in advance about this matter, and he doesn't think it's a bad idea for the child. Speaking of how important it is, he can't just stay in Biyuan all the time and not go out, children have to get used to it.

Almost immediately, Yang Xiyan put more than half of the juice glass left in his hand on the table, and walked over.

Yang Guang looked into his eyes and said: