I will accompany you until the age of 25

[Third, it is best not to be with you, so you don’t owe each other]

New Year's Eve.

After dinner, Yang Mu went back to his room by himself. The so-called Chinese New Year in his family was almost a criticism meeting of the old man, so why does such an old family business still exist? It is said that the rich will not be more than three generations?

Looking at the excitement of my father and uncles, I thought it was the rhythm of upgrading the family business to become the lifeline of the global economy...

However, in the eyes of his grandfather, Yang Mu is good at everything but has no business acumen, maybe talent still exists.Grandpa shook his head and sighed, Yang felt relieved, so I don't have to complete the task of controlling the lifeblood of the global economy, right?

He didn't know that his father and relatives had already planned to throw him to study in the United States.

Shutting the troubled things out, Yang Mu began to be hypocritical again.

To call or not to call?

To fight or not to fight?

Will we fight or not?

Decided to grab an innocent little flower to choose for him, raised his head, and saw snow falling outside the window.

There was heating in the room, and the snowflakes melted as soon as they approached the glass. He walked to the window, and the glass was covered with a layer of white mist. He touched the cold surface with his fingers, drew lightly, condensed into water droplets and slid down, A series of thin traces were opened.

Squeeze horizontally and vertically, repeat.

Vertical, horizontal fold, horizontal, left and right.

The time from writing to writing was only more than ten seconds. I thought no one would answer, but the phone got through.

Yang Mu didn't say anything for a while, but the man spoke out of breath, with some interruptions, maybe he was holding the phone while running.

"You... are... where are you..."

"L City." I didn't expect to ask myself where I was as soon as I opened my mouth. Should I be happy?

"Oh... do you have specific coordinates?"

"No. 546, xx Road." Do you think you can automatically navigate after asking the coordinates? Really... "What's wrong?"

"Ah...it's nothing, it's just..."

"Ok?"

"No,... Hey, do you miss me?" Lin Yang stood by the side of the road, looking around, chatting casually, but still didn't want to hang up the phone.

"Think." Hearing the other party's answer without any hesitation, Lin Yang was taken aback.

"I miss you very much." As if afraid that he might not hear you clearly, he repeated, "I miss you very much."

Lin Yang felt that his ears were going to burn off. Yang Mu always liked to talk nonsense when he was crazy. It stands to reason that he should have gotten used to it by now, but this time he heard this sentence... a strange feeling rose in his heart. After a few sentences, he found an excuse to hang up the phone and got in the car.

When Tian slightly showed his white belly, Yang Mu was still nestled under the quilt. This damn biological clock...woke up at seven o'clock, so annoying.

The phone made a few noises, and then there was a drowsy voice, "Answer the call."

Thinking that this was the phone ringtone that Lin Yang was forced to wake up from sleep to record, Yang instantly rejuvenated, jumped up and picked up the phone, and calmly said "Hello?"

"...Are you sure you are in number 546?"

"……What's wrong?"

"The local tyrant, shall we be friends?"

"..."

Responding in an instant, she jumped to the window without even wearing slippers and violently opened the curtains, followed by the window.

Light and cold air poured in, and the bookcase that Yang Mu tripped over made a muffled noise and raised dust.

From this angle, he couldn't see the gate of the yard. He almost pulled down the curtains, only to be able to see a small figure.

The man standing outside the gate of the yard, with half of his face buried in the scarf and a mobile phone in his right hand, seemed to notice Yang Mu's gaze, and then raised his head and smiled at him.

Chihan Yang's breath stagnates.

……

……

I fucked up! ! ! ! ! !

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me... Is this an illusion? !

Only shit can express Yang's shocked mood at the moment.

Forgetting that I was still wearing chicken nest shoes, no clothes and messy clothes, I rushed downstairs, opened the gate and rushed out of the yard...

The nanny who was cleaning the table was stunned. Mr. Yang's only son, who has always been calm and expressionless, ran out just now with a violent face and uncombed hair in pajamas and shorts...? !

illusion……?

The nanny blinked vigorously, and shifted her gaze to the door that was still open.

It's not an illusion.

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