The richest man Yang Fei

National People's Congress, off-campus, under the shade of trees.

Yang Fei put his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at a spider on a leaf in a daze.

The spider works hard to form the web, just to find a bite to eat, no matter how fragile the web is, it will burst when the wind blows or the rain hits.

It's broken, and it's a big deal to try again.

Life is such a continuous effort, no matter how hard you try, as long as you are not overwhelmed by life, you will always find something to eat.

"Yang Fei!" Jiang Hanying's pretty figure appeared in front of Yang Fei.

She was wearing a white coat, and her legs under jeans were slender and straight.

"Jiang Hanying, how are you?" Yang Fei nodded politely.

"It's rare that you can ask me out!" Jiang Hanying blinked, "I have to see if the sun is coming out from the west today."

"Stop joking. We're all old school."

"Is it just an old classmate?"

"Cough! So what, find a place to sit?"

"Well, I know there is a bar, there are few people there, and it's very private."

Hearing the word "privacy", Yang Fei's mind flashed through bits and pieces of the past with her.

What makes him regret is that he can't overlap his memory with the person in front of him no matter what.

The past is so close to him, yet so far away.

Just in the evening, the Qing Bar just opened for business, and it was deserted inside.

There were only two women in the store, one standing at the bar to tidy up and the other cleaning outside.

"welcome."

"Two, a bottle of red wine and a fruit plate." Jiang Hanying said.

"Please come in."

The lighting inside was dimly set, and a screen full of plastic vines and flowers hung from the ceiling.

Between the two rows of booths, high backs are used to separate each other to form a private space.

There is a small bandstand in the corner, and beside it is a guitar, whose owner has not yet come.

Yang Fei and Jiang Hanying sat down, looked at each other and smiled, but did not speak.

Light music, soothing music, and dim lights sounded in the store, which gradually relaxed people's emotions.

Red wine and fruit plate arrived.

Jiang Hanying poured two glasses of wine, smiled slightly, and turned the cup in her hand, "Yang Fei, as you said, if there is a chance, we will warm the wine for the rest of our lives."

Yang Fei also picked up his wine glass and touched her lightly.

Jiang Hanying said, "Red wine doesn't need to be warmed, but it also has a touch of romance."

She drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, and said, "I haven't drank alcohol for a long time. I broke the precept for you today."

"It's been a long time? It means you've been drinking before?" Yang Fei asked.

"I drank it. During graduation, I drank it every day. Do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Yang Fei also drank the wine in one gulp, and said, "Because I also drink it every day."

Jiang Hanying suddenly lay down on the table, crying bitterly.

Yang Fei looked at her speechlessly, unable to say a word of comfort.

The shopkeeper seemed to have sensed it and turned up the music a bit.

In this way, her cries were drowned out by the music.

The wine enters the sad heart and turns into acacia tears.

Yang Fei suddenly understood the artistic conception of this poem.

He reached out and took her hand.

Her hands were so cold, and seemed to have a familiar smell.

"Xiaoying." Yang Fei blurted out, realizing that this title was already far away from him, but it was too late to stop.

Jiang Hanying cried even more when she heard this call.

"Yang Fei." Jiang Hanying squeezed his hand tightly, choked up and shouted, but couldn't speak.

The two just sat there holding hands, speechless.

Yang Fei filled himself a cup with his left hand.

Jiang Hanying heard the light and crisp sound of the wine bottle clinking the glass, so she raised her head, picked up the glass first, and finished with her head up.

"I thought you would never come to me again." Jiang Hanying's nails dug into his palm.

Yang Fei's hand didn't feel pain, but his heart did.

That was the case last time we met, he told himself, don't come to her again.

However, he still came.

"Xiaoying," Yang Fei asked slowly when she recovered a little, "Do you know Chen Ruoling?"

Jiang Hanying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Did she look for you?"

Yang Fei hummed, "Did you know her a long time ago?"

Chapter 560

Jiang Hanying came back from her memories, and when she saw that Yang Fei was about to withdraw her hand, she clenched her hands a little more. "I don't know her, but I know her family. My uncle told me about their cooperation with you." .”

"Jiang Jianming?"

"Well, Yang Fei, these people are not easy to mess with. You didn't offend them, did you?"

"I don't know how to offend? Does it count as refusal?"