Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Shengyue Hotel, located in the bustling section of Huangting Avenue, has a long-standing reputation in the city.Adjacent to the Stellar Ferry Terminal, this C-shaped grand building has the most open bay view in the entire island, and it has become the premier landmark building in the West District.And Yan Yaoqin is one of the major shareholders of Shengyue.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, the lights outside the hotel were brightly lit, and a dazzling array of luxury cars lined up, with no end in sight.The Lidao Chamber of Commerce is holding its anniversary celebration here. Well-dressed politicians and business celebrities gathered together to have a drink and chat.The chamber of commerce holds such a large-scale event. On the one hand, it aims to build a platform to promote mutual exchange and common development among various industries. On the other hand, it also wants to commend the business community that has made outstanding contributions to the economy and charity this year. person.Today's man of the day, Yan Yaoqin, was also sincerely invited as a distinguished guest.

At the end of the grand red carpet, the Yan family motorcade stopped steadily.A group of media reporters with long guns and short cannons flocked immediately.

Yan Yuxing got off the first car alone, saw a few familiar faces among the media, waved and greeted them casually, and then waited respectfully in place.Yan Yaoqin and Zhuo Yang took the car behind. When they got off the car, Yan Yaoqin still held out his hand to his son persistently.

This time Zhuo Yang did not dodge, but with a decent smile on his face, he took his father's arm lightly.When he walked to Yan Yuxing's side, he took his brother's hand with his free other hand, and the family happily walked across the red carpet.

Both Yan Yaoqin and his eldest son chose black dresses with satin bow ties around their necks.The lapel of Yan Yuxing's suit jacket was rolled with silver thread, and the front of the shirt was pressed with a few neat rows of tuck pleats, making it look younger and more lively, while Yan Yaoqin's traditional two-button three-piece suit looked more stable.The father and son both had broad shoulders and straight waists, walking vigorously in one place, quite like two handsome knights returning with honor from the battlefield.

Zhuo Yang, who was walking among them, was wearing a vintage stand-up collar shirt and a slim-fitting bright gray vest.The silver cufflinks and buttons on the front are carved with the same elegant pattern.This is his usual style of dressing, seemingly casual, but the details are not sloppy.Above the neckline, the facial features are highlighted by the lights to be exquisite and three-dimensional, and there is a rare nobility in every frown and smile.

On both sides of the hotel gate, there are glass curtain walls spliced ​​by pieces of mirrors. All the scenes are reflected in it, and they are reflected wonderfully.

Zhuo Yang silently looked at himself in the mirror, and the two familiar and unfamiliar men beside him. This scene reminded him of the first time he saw Yan Yaoqin and his sons watching a baseball game on TV many years ago.

Now there are still three fathers and sons, and they are still so perfect that others are envious. Although I am standing here, there is still no Zhuo Yang...

As soon as the Yan family father and son entered the hall, they were surrounded by people from all walks of life.Yan Yuxing was immediately pulled away by several friends of similar age. Yan Yaoqin knew that Zhuo Yang didn't like to socialize, so he leaned over and whispered in his ear: "A Yang, you go to eat something first, Dad and friends say hello, Come later."

This was exactly what Zhuo Yang wanted. He nodded gently, walked out of the crowd alone, took a glass of champagne from the waiter, and drank leisurely while scanning the colorful figures in the field, searching for what he wanted to wait for. people.

By chance, he found another young man who was out of tune with the current atmosphere.

The man was silent, standing in a dark corner like a shadow, staring at a tall and active curly-haired man in the hall, with no expression on his face, but smiling eyes, his expression seemed to be a An artist is appreciating the perfect work he has created, with infinite comfort and satisfaction.

On the contrary, the man being watched is very eye-catching, and against the crowd around him, he stands out from the crowd.He swayed his curly hair full of vigor, and with a big smile, he went straight to Yan Yaoqin who had just appeared. The two slapped each other's shoulders vigorously, and called each other "Mr. Yan" and "Lei Tangzhu". Not close, but very harmonious.

Zhuo Yang narrowed his big eyes slightly, recalling the scene he saw on the beach of Jiyu Island some time ago.That's right, those two men, they tacitly built a castle with fine sand, chasing and fighting in the sunset, laughing heartlessly like children, at that moment there was no one else in the world, no worries.

A while later, in the bathroom, Zhuo Yang ran into that unusually silent figure again by chance.He was standing in front of the washstand, wiping his fingers with a sterile paper towel, not missing every tiny seam.Zhuo Yang just pretended not to see it, secretly biting his lower lip and thinking, judging from the strange behavior of this person, he must be a very serious cleanliness patient, and maybe he also has some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When the cleanliness patient was going out, he was bumped head-on on the shoulder by a daredevil rushing in, and his wrist hit the doorknob with a crisp click.Something shiny fell to the ground. It was a watch, and it looked like a lot of money.The strange thing is that the other party didn't bend down to pick it up immediately, but rubbed his wrist while looking down at the ground, with imperceptible entanglement and helplessness on his face.

Zhuo Yang passed by, secretly amused, thinking he has special abilities?Could it be that if you look at it like this, the watch will automatically fly back to your hand?Suddenly thought, yes, this person has serious cleanliness, that watch dropped on the bathroom floor, it must be unbearable for him...

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yang shook his head and smiled helplessly, and tentatively asked: "Do you need help, sir?"

The other party looked up at him, then looked at the ground again, without saying a word, as if he was having an awkward dispute with that watch.

Zhuo Yang blinked his big eyes and pondered the other party's thoughts, made up his mind, picked up the watch, took out the paper towel and wiped it inside and out several times, then wrapped it tightly with a clean paper towel, and handed it over.The man didn't reach out to pick it up, but opened a gap in the pocket of his coat, stood there with his head bowed, and Zhuo Yang immediately carefully stuffed the watch in knowingly.

After completing this series of actions, the man let out a long breath of relief, stared at Zhuo Yang quietly, and finally said, "Are you the youngest son of Mr. Yan? Hello, my name is Ding Ran."

The name sounded familiar. It turned out that he was the son of Master Ding, the leader of the Tongsheng Association in the Eastern District.Zhuo Yang imitated the opponent's appearance, put his hands behind his back firmly, kept a safe distance that would not cause trouble to the opponent, and replied with a smile: "Hello, my name is Yan Yusi."

The two were separated by a distance of one meter, and walked back to the hall while talking.That handsome curly-haired Master Lei came out from nowhere, rushed to Ding Ran in a hurry, and shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty, where are you going? I haven't seen anyone for a long time, I thought What mistake did I make again, causing you to sharpen your knife..."

Ding Ran gave Curly a disgusted look, as if he was dissatisfied with his fuss, and left Zhuo Yang without even saying any polite words.The curly hair didn't care at all, and Pidiandian followed behind, dancing and talking about something, laughing happily.

Zhuo Yang found both of them very interesting.One has infinite tenderness behind his back, but is indifferent in front of his face, and the other is majestic to the outside world, and bows his head when he turns his head.

Yan Yuxing passed by, and patted his younger brother on the shoulder curiously: "Hey, isn't that Young Master Ding? You can actually talk to him? That guy has a weird temper, and I meet him eight times out of ten times throughout the year. , but I’ve never seen him smile.”

After hearing what his brother said, Zhuo Yang pursed his lips lightly and did not refute.In his opinion, it's not that the person named Ding Ran can't laugh, but only smiles at certain people.He was sensitively aware that there was a relationship between the two men that went beyond brothers and friends. It was complicated, subtle, puzzling, and enviable.

At this kind of feasting banquet, Yan Yaoqin, as one of the most powerful men in the West District, was always surrounded by many so-called ladies and ladies who smelled of pungent perfume.For a while, in the name of a toast, they cast a few winks drawn by heavy makeup, and for a while they pretended to be drunk to show off their weak and graceful figures.

But in Yan Yaoqin's eyes, these people's behaviors are all the same, their appearances are boring, the fragrance makes people dizzy, and the jewelry dazzles people.The more empty a woman is, the more she likes to decorate her appearance with colorful flowers.Everyone thinks they are like flowers and jade, but they are not flower jade after all. No matter how they act, they are just bluffing plastic flowers, and fake jade made of glass. Beauty is beautiful, but it is fake.

His eyes will always follow Zhuo Yang intentionally or unintentionally. For him, only his son is the existence of pure heart and mind.

The face that belonged to Yan Yusi stood out and always attracted the attention of men and women around him.But anyone who doesn't understand will mistakenly think that this young man named Yan Yusi is as beautiful as his appearance, and he will fall in love with him.

Yan Yaoqin had seen that face for decades, and he admitted that it was indeed very beautiful.But the beauty that belonged to the youngest son did not attract him at all.He has seen a lot of stunning men and women who have been mixed in black and white for half their lives, with superficial appearances and empty stomachs. How is it different from printed posters?Therefore, he disapproved of the envious eyes cast on Zhuo Yang.

Others can only see the beautiful scenery on the surface, but they cannot see the amazing treasures hidden underneath.What lives under that face is a soul and wisdom that are hundreds of times better than the appearance.That is a secret that belongs to Zhuo Yang, and he is a part of protecting this secret.Thinking of these, Yan Yaoqin felt a little relieved and proud.

A man with a mustache appeared behind Zhuo Yang at some point. The venue was not crowded, but the man stood very close to Zhuo Yang.Yan Yaoqin just felt something was wrong when he saw Zhuo Yang's right hand hanging under his body quietly sticking to Zhuo Yang's back, and then quickly slid down to the bottom of the hip line. left.

Zhuo Yang has never encountered this kind of experience. At first, he thought it was just an accidental touch, and even showed a generous smile at the first moment.But immediately after, the obvious pinching movement from the tips of the stranger's fingers made his expression froze, his face flushed instantly, and he clenched his fists tightly.Want to attack immediately, but also know that arguing about it will only put yourself in a more humiliating situation.

The trousers that Zhuo Yang was wearing that day were very slim. Seen from the back, the boy's unique lines are smooth and slightly thin, his legs are slender and straight, and his buttocks appear narrow and warped.For a guy who's had a few extra drinks and got drunk, it's certainly attractive.

That man, Yan Yaoqin, met once. He vaguely remembered that he was the second lord of a certain construction industry. Because he had just returned to China and was not familiar with the personnel and affairs of Lidao, he dared to tickle Mr. Yan's tiger's head.

Watching this scene helplessly, Yan Yaoqin's heart burned with anger.That's his Zhuo Yang!It was Zhuo Yang who he planned to take care of like a baby, how could he allow others to easily offend him!

He raised his hand calmly, and assistant Zan Wu stepped forward in time.Yan Yaoqin quickly whispered a few words and sent his men away.

He is the leader of the family who has worked hard for 20 years and has finally been cleansed. He is not an ignorant young and dangerous boy with a tattoo of a green dragon and a white tiger fighting on the street.What's more, retaliation by throwing fists is something only a teenager with simple thinking and well-developed limbs would do. He has already passed his age.

But today, he just wanted to be naive, ridiculous, and stupid for a while.A full-bodied anger cannot be quelled without some direct, spontaneous action.

No one noticed that Mr. Yan briefly disappeared for 10 minutes.He entered a certain lounge upstairs, and quickly walked out again, his face as calm as before, his breathing undisturbed, and he went out the door and strode downstairs. His entourage picked up his coat and trotted all the way behind him, and he slipped into it casually. Arms, trembling, straightened the tie.If you look closely, you can see that there is a slight sweat oozing from the hair on his temples.

Yan Yaoqin walked quickly to Zhuo Yang's side, without saying anything, just put his warm and thick palm on his back, and stroked it gently.Just as Zhuo Yang was about to speak, there was a strong commotion from the other side of the hall, and then a woman screamed out of composure.

The public relations personnel quickly quelled the turmoil on the scene, announcing that a guest was drunk and accidentally fell down from the second floor. I hope everyone will not be disturbed, and continue to drink and dance and have a good night.

The wounded was carried out to the hospital for first aid. The stretcher passed by Zhuo Yang. He clearly saw a mustache lying on it. Although he didn't notice his appearance, he was impressed by the clothes he was wearing.The man's face was covered with bruises and bruises, his whole body was twitching constantly, and his right arm was sagging, showing a very unnatural twisted angle, like a plastic doll whose air had been sucked out.You don't need to know any medical knowledge, but you can tell that the bones in that arm have long been shattered.This is by no means the kind of injury a fall from a second floor could cause.

Zhuo Yang opened his mouth in surprise, and turned his head to look at Yan Yaoqin with complicated and difficult eyes.Yan Yaoqin, as if nothing had happened, took a sip of the wine gracefully, leaned down and asked Zhuo Yang thoughtfully: "A Yang, Dad will give a speech later, and I will accompany you home as soon as it is over." Is it? If you are tired, Dad can also send someone to take you home first. "

"It's okay, I don't want to go back so soon." Zhuo Yang squeezed his lower lip tightly, forced a smile, "Father is so smart, he should know why I came to this banquet."

Yan Yaoqin moved his eyes, glanced at the entrance not far away, and smiled lovingly: "Ayang, the person you are waiting for is here..."