Rarely affectionate

The university that Lang Bai went to was sponsored by a company affiliated to the Yuan family all the year round, and the crown prince Yuan Xiao was also a nominal school director of them.Although Lang Bai moved out of Yuan's house, there have been countless versions, and there are many ugly and unbearable stories, but in fact, when he went to school, Yuan Xiao personally asked someone to drive a team of Bentley cars. Sending him off in a mighty way is extremely eye-catching.

Lang Bai didn't let the driver drive to the school gate, and when he was one street away from the school, he told them: "Stop!"

"But Young Master Bai," Yuan Xiao's driver cautiously asked for instructions, "Young Master told us to watch you walk into the school with our own eyes, this..."

Lang Bai's voice was extremely gentle: "Brother, you deliberately let me become the butt of the exposed gun, are you really planning to do this?"

Lang Bai was carrying an ordinary schoolbag, short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of Adidas basic three-stripe white jogging shoes, walking into the school gate like an ordinary student.Except for the slightly special custom-made lotos electronic watch on his wrist, he really doesn't look different from other students.The arrival of this young son of the Yuan family did not attract any attention in the school at all.

Of course, he did not need to report to the Academic Affairs Office. The Academic Affairs Dean personally appeared on the way for him to eat in the school cafeteria, and enthusiastically and courteously helped him apply for a meal card and library card; when he went to class in the afternoon, the teacher had already helped him keep them He chose the best position with good ventilation and a first-class view, and fully respected the personal freedom of the young master of the Yuan family, even if he danced on this desk, no one dared to control him.

It is taken for granted that Er Langbai would not stand on the desk and dance.He thanked him politely, sat on the desk, holding the thick original company law document, and sat quietly for two hours.

Such a student made the old professor burst into tears with gratitude—although the Yuan family has power and money, their children came to class obediently.Although he may not be really listening to the class, he at least does not play cards with the same table or kiss the girls in the back row. It is not easy for a class to be quiet for two hours! ——This kid is much better than his elder brother Yuan Xiao when he was in school!

After class, the professor walked over to the lecturing table and asked kindly, "Is there anything you don't understand, young master?"

Lang Bai shook his head: "No."

"No... no?"

"No. I understand everything."

The professor thinks that this kid is 15 years old. It is said that he can do whatever he wants at home, not to mention college courses, and it is hard to say whether he has a high school education.Halfway through the company law class, he cut in and listened to it for two hours. How could it be all right?

He thought the young man was embarrassed, so he strengthened his tone: "It's your first day in class, if there is anything you don't understand, please don't be polite, you can come to ask for advice anytime."

"...I have nothing to ask for advice."

The professor repeated: "Is there really nothing you don't understand?"

"Really not." Lang Bai interrupted him, "Professor, when I was young, I attended group meetings with my father, and all the things in the book were left over from our lawyer's play. I pay more attention to practical application rather than books. These vague and just legal provisions."

"..." The old professor cried silently against the wind.

Who said that the young master of the Yuan family is better-behaved than his elder brother?He is much meaner than his elder brother...

Lang Bai's school life was uneventful, all the school leaders knew the identity of this young man, but very few students knew about it.Lang Bai itself is a day student, and rarely participates in group activities. The small class basically sits in the corner, does not say a word or walks a step, and has a pitiful sense of presence.

Only the girls in his class were impressed with him, because this boy was too beautiful and too young.He looked as polite and distant as a top student in a high school student union, and he really couldn't make them have the courage to strike up a conversation.

One afternoon two months after Lang Bai entered school, 10 minutes before the start of the corporate law class, the classroom was already full of people.Lang Bai was sitting in the corner as usual, with a thick original document on the table, flipping through Chagall's limited edition collection album under his hand, and dangling comfortably with one foot on the table.

The sunshine of early autumn passes through the glass windows and reflects on the dreamlike bright and bright large blocks of color. Chagall's childish style with Jewish old-fashioned character makes people intoxicated.Lang Bai turned a page lightly, with a happy smile on his lips that he didn't realize.

At this time, the classroom door was pushed open, and a tall and thin boy stood at the door, "Who is Lang Bai?"

The humming of people in the classroom was interrupted for a few seconds.

"Who is Lang Bai?" The boy repeated, with an extremely cold tone, "Come out!"

The students looked at each other.After a while, a girl secretly poked at her deskmate: "Isn't this Mo Fang, the senior of the research institute?"

Another girl let out a long "Oh—" and said, "You are the man of the sports meeting last year, the national second-level athlete, right?"

"Who is he looking for?"

"Who is Lang Bai?"

……

Mo Fang leaned against the door, and impatiently knocked on the door with his knuckles: "Who is Lang Bai? Get out!"

Lang Bai came back to his senses abruptly, and put the book down.

The classroom was so quiet, the heavy album fell on the table with a muffled thud.In an instant, all kinds of eyes were cast on him, and Lang Bai realized that this was the first time that he was under the focus of so many eyes since he entered school.

"...Do you need something from me?"

Mo Fang stared at him gloomyly, and stood up straight.When he stood up, he could clearly see the athlete's frame, tall and thin but strong, with dark skin, hazy aura, and calm.If you compare him with Lang Bai, if you only talk about appearance, he must be more like a member of the Mafia family than Lang Bai.

"So it's you." Mo Fang said lightly, then suddenly picked up Lang Bai's collar and dragged his toes off the ground.Before Lang Bai could dodge his pincer-like hands, he felt a strong wind blowing across his cheeks, and with a "bang!", he was knocked down to the ground by a hard and heavy fist!

This punch was so powerful that Lang Bai lost consciousness for an instant, and then slowly heard buzzing in his ears, and a fishy-sweet hot stream gushed out from the corner of his lips.

A few classmates rushed forward to set him up, and the girls screamed and ran away.The class monitor and several student cadres stopped Mo Fang, and the boy was still standing there sneering and flexing his wrist, as if he might punch him again at any moment.

Lang Bai wanted to shake off those classmates who were supporting him, but he couldn't stand still, his head was very dizzy, and he seemed to have a concussion.

"...You are dead." Lang Bai wiped himself.

The blood on the blood, while faintly said.

His voice was not loud, and even his expression didn't change.This made Mo Fang a little unexpected.

He thought that this little boy would be like the second generation ancestor of a rich family, jumping and shouting in frustration, or rushing impulsively to fight him in public.However, the girly boy in front of him didn't react much, it seemed that he was not angry at all after being punched.

Lang Bai glanced at him, and there was even something called "pity" in his gaze.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" The teacher of the professional course finally arrived late, shouting loudly while trying to push through the crowd.Before Mo Fang had time to turn around, he felt a strong force hit the back of his head, and then his shoulders were removed from behind with two clicks, and two plainclothes bodyguards quickly pushed him to the ground, and then One person stepped on his two hands with one foot.

This series of actions is very professional. If this is an assassination, then the assassin has no room to resist now.

"How are you, young master! Please let us have a look!... Help the young master to lie down on the table, and we will call the doctor at home immediately!"

Lang Bai waved his bodyguard away, "I have nothing to do."

"You need to check your teeth immediately! And it may cause concussions of various degrees, and the laceration of the mouth also needs to be treated immediately! I'll call Mr. Yuan..."

Lang Bai sat in the chair and let his subordinates apply the towel to the corners of his cracked lips bit by bit.The two bodyguards were still pressing on Mo Fang, and the first bodyguard was about to call Yuan Cheng.These plainclothes men seemed to emerge from the ground suddenly, and forcibly isolated all the terrified students in the back row of the classroom.

As for the poor professional teacher, he was completely surrounded by the department leaders who came after hearing the news.

It was a mess, and people were turned on their backs.

"Don't disturb my father." Lang Bai pushed away his subordinates, and stood up slowly while supporting the chair, "I'll go to the school hospital by myself."

"But……"

"No but." Lang Bai said wearily and flatly, "Let go of that classmate over there, his hand also needs to go to the doctor once."

The two bodyguards looked at each other suspiciously, and slowly let go.The soles of their hard cowhide shoes had already bled Mo Fang's hands, and when they let go, it was painful, and Mo Fang's face twisted.

"Let the school doctor wait for me in the medical room and prepare the anti-inflammatory medicine I brought from home."

"Yes!"

"I'm dizzy, help me downstairs."

"Yes, young master!"

Lang Bai walked past Mo Fang, and when he passed by, he glanced at him coldly, the gaze under the long eyelashes seemed to flow like ice water, and he turned away with just a slight glance.

"Ask the doctor to take a picture of him." Lang Bai ordered without turning his head, "His hand may be a little fractured."

The bodyguards supported him respectfully, someone beside him quickly called the school hospital, and the school leaders rushed to meet him, and accompanied him on the way forward.

The little prince of the Yuan family is very spoiled at home, but he is low-key and calm outside.After studying for two months, this group of bodyguards that Yuan Cheng carefully selected for him was the first time to show their faces in front of people.

(2)

There were already doctors in the school hospital waiting for him to give Langbai anti-inflammatory drugs and check his teeth. After the examination, it was confirmed that he had a slight concussion, but it was not serious, and he was asked to lie in bed for an afternoon.

Mo Fang was also escorted by the bodyguards. His hand was not broken, but the skin was slightly scratched.It's just that his shoulders are serious. The bodyguards removed his arms in a hurry, and he can't use his hands for a while.

In the afternoon, the medical room was quiet, and the glass windows cut off the distant voices of people on the playground.Lang Bai lay quietly in a single room separated by a curtain, and Mo Fang was handcuffed to the back of a chair beside the bed.The bodyguard was sent away by Lang Bai, and the doctor was in the outer room separated by a corridor, the only sound of Lang Bai and Mo Fang's breathing in this huge white space.

Lang Bai didn't speak, Mo Fang also turned his head and said nothing, the air was still and stagnant.

Suddenly, the door of the treatment room outside opened, and two young female nurses came in talking and laughing. The flat-heeled leather shoes thumped on the ground, followed by people picking things up, digging through drawers, chatting and joking. Chirping.

Only a few steps away and a few curtains, the two female nurses obviously didn't notice anyone inside.Mo Fang seemed to feel that it was a little awkward to listen to people talking in silence, but Lang Bai didn't seem to notice it, and kept silent intently, so Mo Fang himself didn't know how to react.

He could only continue to be silent in a bit of embarrassment, listening to the female nurse outside making jokes among girls.

"Hey, that's right," a nurse suddenly lowered her voice, "Have you seen the new boy from the Finance Department?"

"Who is it? You want an old cow to eat tender grass?"

"It's good if you can eat it! That's the handsome one. He came to us last week to pick up two bottles of oryzanol, and he's still holding a book. He looks very quiet..."

"Oh - I remembered! The name is quite special, it's called Lang Bai, isn't it? I remember being fifteen or sixteen years old. Don't think about it, you are still underage."

"What did I think?" The little nurse hissed in a very mysterious way: "Gossip, what their class counselor said, all people go to school are picked up by famous cars, and servants follow them when they go out. Do you know who they are? ?”

The previous nurse let out a "huh" and probably shook her head.

"Tell you to scare you! He, it is said that he is the younger brother of our school manager Yuan!" The little nurse paused, and when she saw her little colleague's face turned pale, she couldn't help but feel complacent, "The Yuan family is not a gangster. Well, when Director Yuan was studying here, everyone would call him Prince when they saw him!"

The two little girls probably never expected that the person they were gossiping with was now separated by a few curtains, and their voices did not leak out, and all of them came here clearly.

Mo Fang glanced at Lang Bai with a strange expression. The young man lay peacefully on the snow-white bed, his eyes closed tightly, and his breathing slowed down. It was hard to tell whether he was closing his eyes to rest his mind, or really fell asleep.

"No... no way, I can't tell..." Another nurse lowered her voice in surprise and excitement, "If he is the young master of the Yuan family, why isn't his surname Yuan? Isn't his surname Lang?"

"It seems that it was adopted. It didn't enter the genealogy, so of course it can't be named after the Yuan family. But what do you want the Yuan family to do to adopt a child? It's not that they can't have one. They all said that the child is actually their own, but when If the mother is not stubborn, the son will not be able to enter the door!"

"That's an illegitimate child!"

"That's it!"

Lang Bai suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and coughed twice.The conversation of the little nurses came to an abrupt end, and after a long silence, one of them came over stompingly: "Who's there?"

With a bang, the curtain was lifted, and the gossip nurse from before suddenly turned pale.

Lang Bai looked at the ceiling and said lightly: "Go out."

The nurse went through red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple faces, then lowered the curtain and went out tremblingly.From the sound of footsteps, it seemed that she almost tripped over herself, and almost caught her hand when the door was closed.

Mo Fang was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Just leave like this, you don't intend to take revenge on others?"

"..." Lang Bai raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at him, "Revenge, what people say is true."

Mo Fang didn't know what to say, his voice stuck in his throat.

"Beating and killing every now and then, you've watched too many TV dramas." Lang Bai sat up with effort, put on his shirt jacket over the T-shirt, and got out of bed a little limply.Mo Fang couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

"none of your business."

"...Hey! Don't you ask me why I beat you?"

Lang Bai sneered, "You want to say that you are my elder brother's confidant, follow his instructions, and want to kill me with one fist in front of everyone?"

Mo Fang was stunned: "What, what and what?"

"Or maybe you are an enemy of the Yuan family, with no way out for revenge, full of resentment, and finally couldn't help but find me after all the twists and turns, just to slap me in the face?"

"Root, not at all!"

"Then I don't care." Lang Bai said coldly, "What's the trivial matter between students? You will pay the price for your impulsiveness."

Mo Fang stayed there dumbfounded, watching Lang Bai put on his clothes, tie his shoes, leaned on the wall weakly, and walked out of the treatment room step by step.He seemed really indifferent to Mo Fang's anger, not even interested in hearing the reason.Maybe as he said, there would be many people who would be willing to fix Mo Fang for him until he died without doing it himself.

"I...my name is Mo Fang!"

Lang Bai didn't look back.

"Remember I beat you, it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

Lang Bai walked out of the treatment room and closed the door behind his back.The boy was only wearing a light-colored T-shirt and a large short-sleeved plaid shirt. He looked a little thin or even weak, his face was almost transparent, and there was a contemptuous smile on his thin lips.

"What's your name has nothing to do with me... I know you will be punished to death soon."

The Yuan family's car was already waiting downstairs.In the past, this eye-catching black Bentley was only parked outside the school gate. There are many students who are either rich or expensive, so a Bentley car picking up and dropping off outside the school gate is not so conspicuous.

Today, because the young master was unwell, the driver specially drove the car to the entrance of the hospital.As soon as Lang Bai reached the stairs, a bodyguard came up to support him, and when he walked down the stairs, the driver quickly opened the car door for him, and he just sat in with a calm expression.The one-way glass window rose slowly, covering Lang Bai's delicate and expressionless face.

The students passing by not far away secretly turned their heads and pointed. Lang Bai saw it, but did not respond.

Lang Bai came out early because he was going to attend the financial annual report meeting of the accounting building.Yuan Cheng asked him to take care of the accounting building, but he was actually asking him to learn from the accountants of the Yuan family, and those subordinates knew this very well.Many reports were pre-planned by think tanks and handed over to Lang Bai to read. The nominal decision maker only needs to sign the documents he understands.For those documents that he didn't understand, someone would naturally explain them to him in detail until he nodded in agreement.

The Yuan family has a lot of accounts, and an accounting building is far from being able to meet the needs.The family that Lang Bai is holding now is actually just a part of the huge financial and accounting system of the Yuan family.

This is already very unusual. You must know that Yuan Xiao was still studying with his teacher when he was 15 years old, and he never interfered with the business affairs at all, and he never touched the Yuan family's account books.To some extent, Lang Bai is actually much precocious than his elder brother.

The car parked slowly under the luxurious and beautiful office building in the urban area. The driver opened the door respectfully. Several persons in charge of the accounting building stood at the bottom of the steps, welcoming the young master out of the car with smiles on their faces.

The glamorous Qiao Qiao was standing by the car door, wearing a black Chanel suit, with big chestnut wavy hair permed, and the scent of expensive perfume.She is the audit department manager of the accounting building. Many people know the relationship between her and Yuan Cheng. It seems that the task of taking care of the young master falls on her naturally—everyone takes it for granted. Is that what a mistress should do?

When Lang Bai got out of the car, Qiao Qiao helped. The boy's face was very ugly, one side of his face was still red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was covered with medicine, as if he had been beaten.

Are you kidding me, who else in this world would dare to beat him except Yuan Cheng?

Qiao Qiao supported Lang Bai with one hand, and asked with a low laugh, "Is the young master not feeling well? Should I ask a doctor to accompany me, or..."

Lang Bai shook his head: "I'm fine. You look beautiful today."

"Thank you!" Qiao Qiao smiled sweetly at him, but traces of cold sweat ooze from his back.The relationship between Lang Bai and her is very weird after all, but as Yuan Cheng's mistress, she is praised by Yuan Cheng's youngest son for being beautiful, especially because Yuan Cheng still has a little bit of shame for this young son... The mistress's The position, it's too dangerous to sit, right?