Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

The bedroom was quiet for a while.

Fang Yingzhi even said such words, and Feng Yiping was really hard to deal with.

It's not that you don't like it, and I don't care about other conditions, then why don't you accept me?

If other factors are not considered, does Feng Yiping want to accept Fang Yingzhi? The answer is yes.

Beauty is actually a very subjective thing, but if many people think that a person is beautiful in their subjective consciousness, then that person must be good.

In Feng Yiping's consciousness, Fang Yingzhi was indeed the one that attracted him.

"Things will not be as absolute as you said,"

"There are still many things that can be transferred by our will. As long as you change your mind, you will find that there is such a large forest next to my tree."

Fang Yingzhi over there shook his head, Feng Yiping also shook his head, "I know, I think you will think I am very hypocritical, yes, it is true, but hypocritical persistence is always a kind of persistence, right?"

"I think, aside from the limitations of objective conditions, from the perspective of the nature of men, whether it is now or in the future, it is absolutely not ruled out that many people still have nostalgia for the system of three wives and four concubines. There are definitely many men who will envy ancient Those emperors can have three thousand beauties in the harem,"

This is certain. Biologically, males have a natural desire to spread their DNA widely.

"However, there will never be a man who will put these ideas into practice. In addition to the secular constraints and legal restrictions, the common persistence of everyone is also one of the important reasons."

"That's because they didn't have the conditions to implement it," Fang Yingzhi shook his head. "They can't give too many people happiness."

"Me too. I can't give too many people happiness. Even if I accept you, you must be unhappy because you think, can Jingping accept you?"

"I won't let her accept me, because I won't let her know what happened between you and me," Fang Yingzhi said.

"It's unrealistic. Jingping can't help but know. On this basis, I will be unhappy if I accept you, because once Jingping knows, she will definitely leave me."

"Also, have you considered your family? How could they accept, let their daughter, unexplainably, be with a man...? These objective realities are binding on everyone, we all have to Consider, right?"

"You are wrong. This problem will not be a problem. I have many ways to make my parents accept it. Think about it. When I was young, because of family conditions, they could give me up to my uncle."

It seems that she has never let go of what happened when she was a child.

This is indeed understandable. Whoever puts this matter on, I am afraid that the result will be the same.

"I can say for sure that I have many ways to get them to at least not explicitly object even if they don't accept it,"

"There are many other girls' parents, the same is true," Fang Yingzhi said, "It's not as difficult as you think."

"Would you like me to give an example?" she said.

What she said is really a bit ridiculous, but she has to say that although she does not want to admit it, it is very possible and it is a fact.

Feng Yiping's overwhelming advantage will indeed make many people succumb.

In the face of his immense wealth, it is not ruled out that many parents will persuade himself, and it is not even ruled out that some parents will encourage their daughters to fight for such opportunities.

Are there still few relevant reports? Right now, those rich second generations are changing their "girlfriends" like a lantern, and the parents of those girls must not support the actions of their children?

This is a somewhat uncomfortable reality.

The society and the world now and in the future are really so distorted on many issues.

Not to mention men, even for women with strength.

For example, Ms. Deng, who successfully climbed Murdoch, did everything she did, whether in the East or the West, absolutely contrary to traditional ethics and concepts, but whether it was domestic or foreign, there was no So many people, or from the perspective of ordinary people, absolutely successful people, proud of being her friend?

Isn't there still so much fresh meat, willing to be her foil?

How many people and the media have come to criticize such things?

This is reality, it may be cruel, it must be ugly, but it is reality.

Ms. Deng, let alone Ms. Deng, it is Murdoch, can it be compared with the current Feng Yiping?

Moreover, in our country, the red flag at home will not fall, and the colorful flags outside the home will flutter. This is really more than just a statement.

This is true in business, and so is in politics.

Later news made us accustomed to such things.

Feng Yiping found that he had said something wrong, and he really shouldn't discuss the specific implementation difficulty of this matter.

"The crux of the problem is, whether it's hypocritical or not, I really can't do it with people," he concluded with this sentence. He didn't expect this to be the end of the conversation, but Owen helped him.

Fang Yingzhi was about to say something, Feng Yiping's cell phone rang, "Boss," Owen paused for a while, "Someone is coming up,"

"It's Mr. Kim and Assistant Wu," he added.

Owen’s call came well, "Jin Ling and the others are here, I will wait for you in the living room,"

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When Jin Ling and the others came in, Fang Yingzhi just came out of the bedroom in a hurry, "Why did you come up? Is it over?"

"Not yet, isn't this worrying about you? You are also true, what is going on today, why do you drink so much? Is it better now, isn't it uncomfortable?" Jin Ling asked.

"Except for my dizziness, I feel better now. It's that Yingzhi feels uncomfortable and almost throws up on her. She wants her to help clean up. Sorry Yingzhi, thank you," he said while looking at Fang Yingzhi.

"It's okay," Fang Yingzhi whispered.

Jin Ling glanced at Fang Yingzhi, only to see that she had just touched up her makeup, helped clean up the scene after Feng Yiping was drunk, and washed her face. That was also right.

Her shirt also seemed to be wrinkled, that is, she helped Feng Yiping come up by herself, can her clothes be wrinkled?

"Mr. Jin, it's okay, I want to go home first, with me," Fang Yingzhi said.

"Well, they are very close to themselves below. Those children are playing games and nothing is wrong. Go back first. You must be full of alcohol."

She couldn't think of exactly what happened in this short period of time.

"Let's take care of him. Tell me, why do you want to drink so much? Not only does it feel bad for yourself, it also makes everyone so troublesome," she turned to Feng Yiping again.

Fang Yingzhi had already walked to the door. She stood there for a while, and took a deep look at Feng Yiping. The door was finally closed, and Feng Yiping finally let out a sigh of relief. At such a moment, it was never easy for him. .

"I'm much better now, I just want to sit down, no one needs to take care of me, you all go to work,"

"Go ahead, there are enough embarrassments in front of you today, do you want to see more?" Feng Yiping said.

"Are you okay?"

"What can be the problem? There are so many people below, it is not good to be so negligent, we must take care of them,"

As soon as Jin Ling and the others left the house, Feng Yiping punched the sofa fiercely. From now on, in any case, they must not get drunk.

This drunkenness is really a mistake.

Fortunately, I only want to sleep after drinking. I don't make trouble or say anything. Otherwise, if I say something that I shouldn't say after drinking, the consequences are really unimaginable.

He sighed, trying not to let himself recall those beautiful things just now. Just after squinting in the chair for a while, the phone rang again. When he saw, Ma Ling called, "Ma Ling, eh, huh?!" He stood up all at once. Up.

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San Francisco, Chinatown, that small supermarket, Ma Ling looked at his son Xiyi's gaze, knowing that this time, he must refuse his request anyway.

Everything else is fine, but she can't do this.

This risk is too great.

When the two little guys get together, they are likely to talk about their father, my father is like this, my father is like that.

This said, my father is Chinese, that said, so is my father, this said, my father’s surname is Feng, and that said, my father is also...

How should it end? Ma Ling felt that there was no way to end it.

"Vincent……,"

Over there, Huang Jingping's request for her daughter didn't matter.

This little boy does look cute. Although her mother looks the same young, she is also very educated at first glance. Except for the children in the community, her daughter has no other friends, so make more friends. It is also a good thing.

"You like this little brother very much? Okay, this lady...," she was about to introduce herself. The two girls walked into the supermarket with big bags and small bags in their hands and saw her at a glance, "Jingping ," Wu Xinyang shouted.

"You keep your voice down," Zheng Jiayi touched her, "In public places,"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wu Xinyang smiled and apologized to the people around him, and squeezed to Huang Jingping's side, "What a coincidence!"

"Xinyang, Jiayi, you guys come here too,"

"Yes, it's okay to stay at home, sorry, Xinyang, she just drank some wine," Zheng Jiayi explained with a smile.

"Or, go to my house next, you know, Yiping is not there either," Huang Jingping suggested.

Familiar names leaped into his ears, Marling over there suddenly trembled, as expected! I guessed it right.

She hurriedly looked at her son. She is now called Feng Yiping, but it is Ping.

Vincent was looking at the two people who were talking with some confusion. Although they spoke in Mandarin, the little guy was obviously very sensitive to Dad's name.

Fortunately, Huang Jingping's "Ping" is pronounced the same as Feng Yiping's "Ping", otherwise, the little guy might ask aloud.

Wu Xinyang also helped, "Hello Amanda, ah, this is your new friend, wow, so cute!"

Zheng Jiayi's gaze was also attracted by Vincent, oh, what a cute little guy!

Ma Ling is a little grateful to these two Chinese girls who joined later, they can be regarded as creating opportunities for themselves to escape.

She squatted down and saw two little guys holding hands. She was a little helpless. Are you kissing like this?

"Baby, look, my sister has something at home today, and we have something at home. We will find time to play together next time, okay?"

Her reason is very strong. Huang Jingping and the others also know that on Thanksgiving Day, Americans also have to reunite with their families. It is not easy to delay others and cause trouble.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let's play with brother next time, okay?"

The hands of the two little guys finally let go, "Okay," both of them reluctantly.

"My name is Amanda," Amanda looked at Vincent.

"My name is Vincent,"

"Goodbye Vincent,"

"Goodbye Amanda,"

"We Amanda is really generous," Zheng Jiayi kissed Amanda's little cheek and watched Ma Ling walk out the door holding Vincent in his arms. "But, have you left your contact information?"

"Really forgot," Huang Jingping also remembered.

It seems that the communication just now was dominated by two little guys.

Wu Xinyang looked at the hot pot ingredients that Ma Ling had picked but didn't pay for, and looked at Amanda again, looking thoughtful.

"What do you want, tell you to drink less, Jingping invited us to her house," Zheng Jiayi said.

"Okay," Wu Xinyang said immediately.

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"Jiayi, do you think, look at Meiyan, that little boy named Vincent looks a bit like Amanda?" Wu Xinyang just asked a question, and yelled in the next second, "Hey, be careful. point,"

Zheng Jiayi's hand trembled and the car crooked, "What are you talking about, how is it possible?"

"Don't be nervous, listen to my analysis, take a look, two equally beautiful mothers and fathers of two children have oriental ancestry at first sight, and the two children are so close as soon as they meet."

"Also, don't you think that Vincent's mother's behavior is somewhat abnormal, and she doesn't buy the things she chooses,"

"Please, does this support your conclusion?" Zheng Jiayi said.

"Well, it's a bit far-fetched," Wu Xinyang also felt that it shouldn't be so coincidental.

But when Wu Xinyang said this, Zheng Jiayi also remembered one thing, that Vincent mother, she seemed to have seen her somewhere.