The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 5 There is a Xiao Selang in the mountains
Ling Yu sat leisurely on the sofa, narrowing his eyes slightly, showing laziness.

Song Moxin, on the other hand, stood aside with her hands on her hips, her fair and crystal-clear pretty face was sullen, staring straight at Ling Yu.

The two were like sculptures, maintaining the same posture for a long time.

"Would you like to talk?" Finally, Song Moxin couldn't hold back anymore, and took the lead in breaking the silence.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Yu raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at her lightly.

"You know what I want you to say." Song Moxin said angrily.

"If you don't tell me what to say, how will I know what to say?" Ling Yu said nonchalantly.

Song Moxin felt powerless as if she had punched the cotton with her fist. You were talking with him seriously, but he just went around the corner with you in a serious manner, especially with his unchanging expression, he really deserved a lot of beating!
Just ask if you are angry?

Song Moxin stomped her feet angrily, pointed at his clothes, and said, "How did you do it?"

Ling Yu said: "It's done with a wave of your hand."

Song Moxin: "..."

This guy, it started again...

She was very angry.

"Can you teach me?" Song Moxin coughed twice and turned her head away on purpose.

Although her status is noble, as a 20-year-old girl, her curiosity is still very strong.

"Can't teach."

"why?"

"A fool can't learn."

"..."

You have no temper!

Song Moxin took a deep breath, and returned to her icy cold look, "I'm going to sleep, the company has work to do tomorrow."

She knew that if she continued this conversation, she might die and be pissed off!
Before leaving, she glanced at Ling Yu suspiciously, is this guy possessed by something?Change the cowardly style of the past!
He wasn't possessed, he was just awakened...

The next day, early in the morning.

The soft sunlight shone on Ling Yu's face, he slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of light that was as bright as a star was fleeting.

"Grandpa, why did you sleep on the sofa last night?"

An old woman came with a kind face and kind eyes.

"Good morning, Aunt Fu." Ling Yu got up and smiled slightly.

"Wash up, and then have breakfast." Aunt Fu smiled, pointing to a table of sumptuous breakfast prepared.

At this time, Song Moxin also came out of the room, her eyes dim.

"Miss, uncle slept on the sofa last night." Aunt Fu trotted over and whispered, "Did you two quarrel?"

Song Moxin said lightly: "Aunt Fu, don't worry about him, help me prepare the bath water."

At the dining table, the two sat opposite each other.

After a series of events last night, now Song Moxin sees Ling Yu's displeasure, and said coldly: "You eat too slowly, I won't wait for you later."

"Delicious food, naturally you have to taste it with your heart." Ling Yu tasted it leisurely, and looked at Aunt Fu, "Aunt Fu, I hope you will find time to teach her."

Song Moxin looked calm, and wiped her mouth gracefully, "I don't need to learn such vulgar things."

"Aunt Fu, don't cook tomorrow morning, let her do it." Ling Yu ignored it and looked at Aunt Fu instead.

"I won't do it, what can you do to me?" Song Moxin stood up abruptly, her face as frosty.

"Grandpa, forget it..." Aunt Fu smiled wryly.

Ling Yu waved his hands, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Song Moxin, "Vulgar things? It is precisely these vulgar things that make you no longer need to be like primitive people. Don't use that savage tone to expose that you are even a beggar on the street. Not as good as emotional intelligence."

The calm voice was as ordinary as chatting after dinner, without waves, but it could give people a bone-deep chill.

Song Moxin shuddered subconsciously, as if she was recalling the eyes as deep as the sea when he criticized herself last night.

"It's running out of time. I'm going to the company first. You can go to school by yourself."

Forcibly calming down, Song Moxin left the dining table without looking back, and then there was a roaring Maserati engine roaring outside.

"Grandpa, miss is worth a thousand dollars, these rough jobs are not for her, why do you..." Aunt Fu sighed.

Ling Yu's eyes were blank, he wiped his mouth lightly, and said, "As a wife, I can't even cook. What's the difference between being a waste?"

Aunt Fu was slightly taken aback, looked at Ling Yu who had got up and went out, and muttered: "When did my uncle become so domineering?"

……

Lanhai City, Lanhai University.

Ling Yu has a black T-shirt on his upper body and beach shorts on his lower body. He has a lazy and leisurely temperament all over his body. Even with an ordinary face, he can often make girls look sideways.

Both Song Moxin and him are students of this university, but the former relied on his family strength and his own talent to successfully start a company in high school, and even made great achievements in Lanhai City after it went public.

Now, she is the president of Xinyu Company in this city, so she basically doesn't come to school.

However, relying on her extraordinary beauty and noble temperament, she was named one of the four campus beauties by the school residents.

Ling Yu stood at the school gate with his hands in his pockets, pondered for a moment, and walked slowly into the campus.

Not long after he entered, a young man with sloppy clothes and a tattered snakeskin bag appeared.

Although the young man was dirty, he had a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament. There was a faint sharpness in his dark and bright eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the four gilt characters of "Blue Sea University", with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"There are so many beauties in the city, it's much more interesting than in the mountains, the old man is sincere, you don't lie to me!"

He stopped and walked, looked around, and spoke frivolously.

Some people cast strange glances, but the young man didn't care at all.

"Hey, that trash picker, don't harass the students here, or don't blame me for being rude!" A security guard came over angrily.

A cold light flashed in Xiao Selang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Picking up junk? You're welcome? Are you worthy?"

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