The god-level son-in-law of the female president

After a few years now, not only did Song Qian not look old, but her appearance became more and more beautiful.

She was wearing a long blue dress, and her curvy figure exuded a mature and alluring charm, which made people intoxicated with every frown and smile.

Beside her stood a blond foreigner.

This person has a simple and honest smile, wears a simple T-shirt, and speaks broken Chinese, which makes many people cast curious eyes.

Song Qian smiled slightly and said, "Let me introduce to you, this is Jack, the new teaching assistant in our school recently, you can communicate with him."

"Hi everyone, all the friendly Huaguo friends, it's a pleasure to meet you." Jack grinned and greeted everyone.

He was tall and tall, with a suave appearance, and many female classmates had already approached him, chatting with Jack with a smile.

At this moment, a Porsche Cayenne drove slowly and stopped amidst the exclamation of the crowd.

With a bang, the car door opened, and a tall man in a suit stepped out of the car, walking toward the crowd with a smile.

The man had obviously been well-groomed, with his hair combed back and hair oil on, wearing a Vacheron Constantin watch, and exuding a faint scent of men's perfume.

That handsome appearance captured the girl's heart very much.

This person is Zheng Youzhi who studied abroad. Now he graduated from Harvard and has been living in the United States for a few years. He can be regarded as a successful career and squeezed into the upper class.

Seeing the two beauties, Zheng Youzhi's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to chat with a smile: "Isn't this Teacher Song? I haven't seen you for many years. You are still as beautiful as ever."

Song Qian was the head teacher back then, and he was quite dignified in the class. No one dared to joke with him like that, but now that everyone has graduated, they don't care about it so much.

When Song Qian heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "As long as you have a sweet mouth, how are you doing in the United States?"

Zheng Youzhi waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"It's okay. I've saved a few million magnesium gold in the past few years. Now I'm back in China and found a state-owned enterprise with an annual salary of 300 million yuan."

As soon as this remark came out, exclamation came out incessantly. He is still a top student, and his net worth almost surpassed that of everyone present.

And they also knew that Zheng Youzhi's family was already very rich, and his real worth must be more than that.

Hearing this, Song Qian couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "After so many years, you are the most promising. Not only did you get admitted to Harvard, but you also accumulated such a large net worth."

"Unlike Ye Huan and Tong Bin, those two bastards who know how to skip school and surf the Internet in high school, they don't give me any peace of mind."

This is true. Back then, Ye Huan and Tong Bin were sitting at the same table. They were not interested in studying. They often violated school discipline and rules. Playing truant and surfing the Internet were just basic operations.

Tong Bin couldn't help blushing when he heard this, but Ye Huan looked indifferent, and even planned to take a walk in the resort first.

Anyway, for today's class reunion, he just went through the motions. As for whether these classmates are well-off, he is not interested.

Because no matter how rich these people are, it is impossible for them to be as rich as him.

Gong Wenle in the crowd heard this, but sarcastically said: "Mr. Song, you don't know, Ye Huan is very promising now."

Song Qian asked with interest: "Oh, how do you say it?"

Gong Wenle laughed and said: "Ye Huan, after joining the Su family in Hangzhou, he eats soft meals every day, so he doesn't need to go to work anymore."

"Look at his BMW, it's probably also bought by his wife."

Hahaha!

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help laughing lightly, their eyes full of contempt.

When the class reunion was held last time, the hotel manager gave Ye Huan a lot of face and gave everyone a free ticket.

At that time, they were still shocked, thinking that Ye Huan was well connected and capable.

In the end, someone uncovered the truth, and everyone knew that Ye Huan was a son-in-law, only relying on the energy of the Su family.

They don't pay attention to this kind of soft rice king.

A group of people couldn't help but continued to echo:

"Yes, the most famous son-in-law in Hangzhou is Ye Huan."

"After three years of marriage, relying on my wife for food is considered a skill."

Tong Bin became unhappy when he heard this, and frowned, "We are all classmates, so don't be so outspoken."

"Besides, what about the son-in-law? You haven't even understood it. How do you know that Ye Huan is worthless!"

Just because Ye Huan made him an employee of Amethyst Company, Tong Bin knew that Ye Huan's energy was absolutely good.

These short-sighted people knew the news, so they might try to curry favor with Ye Huan right away.

Gong Wenle replied angrily: "What's the matter, Tong Bin, we didn't talk about you, why did you interrupt?"

"Besides, you are not much better than Ye Huan. You are a pauper. Do you have the right to speak?"

Tong Bin blushed with anger, and was about to argue back, but Ye Huan patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice:

"Okay brother, there's no need to be angry with such a villain."

Tong Bin took a deep breath, but didn't say anything more.

It's not the first time he has seen the face of this group of people, and there will be no result if they continue to fight, so it's better to ignore it.

Looking at this scene, Song Qian frowned secretly. After all, Ye Huan was not good at school, so it was only natural that he became the king of soft rice.

But a man who doesn't even have the ability to support himself makes Song Qian feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

She would not have any sympathy for this kind of person, and she didn't even want to meet him face to face.

"Okay, let's not talk about him, Ye Huan is to blame for getting into this situation, you should learn from it and work hard."

Zhang Ziyan on the side heard the words, the smile on her face was a little stiff, she didn't know what to say.

If anyone present knew Ye Huan the most, it must be her.

After all, she is Ye Huan's personal secretary, and she often has to report to Ye Huan on work, so she has a general understanding of all aspects of Ye Huan.

But without Ye Huan's permission, she must not reveal Ye Huan's identity. Presumably Ye Huan is so low-key and doesn't want everyone to know that he is the president of Amethyst.

Everyone didn't talk for a long time, and soon came to the entrance of the Millennium Resort. The waiter came out quickly and opened the door respectfully.

Gong Wenle took out a membership card as if showing off: "This card is given by your manager. It has a lot of points. You can take us to the reserved private room first."

The waiter had a meticulous smile on his face: "Okay sir, this way please."

Millennium Resort is the top leisure place in Hangzhou. It not only has all kinds of entertainment equipment, but also has authentic western restaurants. The resort has invited special Michelin chefs to serve you.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the group quickly came to the luxurious and luxurious private room.

Everyone talked and laughed, and sat down according to their own circles, but soon, an unexpected scene happened.