ring of beasts

Yang Guang had just killed dozens of people at night, and there was still a strong smell of blood on his body, but this smell made Feng Mei sink even more.

"I have dedicated my daughter to you, why do you still tease me like this?" Feng Mei gasped and said sadly, trying to refuse but still welcoming her.

"My little girl is not as good as you. Why don't you become a maid for me and get your daughter back?" Yang Guang was still climbing the peak with one hand, while playing with the white tail on the back of her buttocks with the other hand.

Feng Mei's body trembled a little.

"Get down" Yang Guang whispered in her ear.

Yang Guang came out of the charming courtyard, mounted his horse Xiao Huang, and walked slowly towards his manor.

Yang Guang was a little obsessed with Feng Mei's body. After finishing the work, he felt relaxed all over, and his slightly restless mind became calm as usual.

Yang Guang didn't feel any guilt after having a romantic affair with Fengmei. After all, she had been single for such a long time, so maybe human comfort wasn't it. It was simply a crime to leave such a beautiful widow alone in an empty bed.

And unlike Murong Aileen, she doesn't need any status and doesn't want to marry herself.

By the way, it seemed that I just passed by the Fox Clan's village, and it seemed that I had something to do, but now I remembered it anyway.

Forget it, go back first.

On the way here, he encountered a wind chime again, and Yang Guang was speechless. Feng Mei presented the wind chime to him as a maid, but he instead let Feng Mei sleep first.

Feeling a little tired, he took a nap after returning to the villa. Back on Avril Island, everyone had cleaned up the battlefield. Yang Guang picked up the werewolf snowmen and threw them into the Ring World.

Summoning Xiao Fei, Yang Guang flew to his villa on the beach.

Changing his Porsche 911, Yang Guang rushed to the state university where he was a graduate student.

Yang Guang came to this university once. He signed up and skipped classes. From then on, all his assignments were completed for him by an international student from China, Sister Liu Mengjie.

The Porsche gently drove into the campus again and stopped in front of the red maple forest. Yang Guang called Irene and made an appointment with Liu Mengjie.

When Irene saw Yang Guang, she gave him a passionate kiss first, and then took Yang Guang's arm affectionately. The two of them had only been apart for a day.

Yesterday morning when Yang Guang was sailing to trade with Qian Wen, Irene came to school to continue class.

After a while, Liu Mengjie also came. She wore a milky white sweater and tight jeans. Although she was simple, she also showed a good figure. If she were in school, she would be the class beauty, but next to Yang Guang

Compared with other beauties, they are a bit unsightly.

"Senior Sister Liu"

"Mr. Yang," Liu Mengjie responded softly.

Although Yang Guang calls him senior sister, she dare not call Yang Guang junior brother because Yang Guang is her boss.

"Long time no see, let's go have dinner together at noon," Yang Guang said enthusiastically.

"Okay. Let's go eat French cuisine." Irene knew that Yang Guang had just sold a boatload of gold yesterday, so she was not polite.

Liu Mengjie didn't know whether it was possible, but she didn't refuse.

Well, it immediately showed that a sports car is not practical. Although in principle it can seat four people, the back seat is very crowded. Fortunately, Liu Mengjie is relatively petite and can barely fit in.

There were many people in the restaurant, and most of them were full. Yang Guang and the three of them found a corner by the window and sat down.

The white square table is covered with a white tablecloth and a chocolate-colored napkin. There is a small blue flower in the glass bottle in the middle.

"One, two, three, just these three pages," Yang Guang pointed to the menu and said to the waiter wearing a red bow tie and vest. He now orders by page.

"This is the bottle of red wine." Although I can't understand the name, there is a price on it, and you can tell the grade based on the price.

"Sir, can you finish ordering so much by yourself?" the waiter said respectfully.

"Are you blind? Aren't there three of us?" Yang Guang asked the waiter.

Irene quickly pulled Yang Guang gently.

"What are you doing?" Yang Guang looked sideways at Irene and shouted.

Erin quickly turned around and pretended not to recognize her.

"But the two ladies haven't ordered yet," the waiter said again.

"I have ordered everything. The dishes for the three of us are here. Come up and let us eat together." Yang Guang was surprised.

Eileen really couldn't bear Yang Guang's embarrassment anymore, so she quickly explained that French food is a strict sharing system where everyone orders and eats what they eat. It is different from Chinese food where everyone eats at the same table, or even like Italian food.

The dish comes with a pizza, and each person has a different slice.

"Damn it, it's so troublesome. Just serve the dishes I ordered and let's eat together," Yang Guang ordered the waiter.

"Sir, we have never had sex like this before" the waiter looked embarrassed.

"That's because I didn't come. If I were to come, you would be here already."

"Honey, since we are in a French restaurant, let's eat the French way, okay?" Erin advised.

"Why? There are two Chinese people at this table now. Since you are the daughter-in-law of a Chinese, you are also considered Chinese. Just do what I say, make it more lively, so that we can taste every dish."

Irene couldn't resist him, so she had to ask the waiter to serve the food.

It just put the waiter in a big quandary because he really didn’t know which dish should be served closer to whom.

Yang Guang didn't care about so many rules. One moment he cut a piece of steak in front of Irene, and the next moment he took a roasted snail from Liu Mengjie's plate.

Irene was relatively indifferent, but was a little helpless at Yang Guang's actions.

Liu Mengjie was more embarrassed. This practice is very normal in Chinese restaurants. But in French restaurants, even the closest lovers will not put food on each other's plates.

Yang Guang's actions aroused the attention of the surrounding American people.

A well-dressed middle-aged American couple behind Yang Guang were the direct victims of Yang Guang's rude approach.

"What a rude person to put food on someone else's plate," the American man whispered to his wife.

It’s just that Yang Guang’s ears are so sensitive.

"You know nothing, you are uneducated." Yang Guangyi turned around and gave the American uncle a history lesson. "Do you know that the meal sharing system has been around in China for 5,000 years. It's just that we had it in the Song Dynasty a thousand years ago.

So I abandoned this backward eating rule and adopted the meal-sharing system.

"If you don't believe me, you can look at the Chinese paintings before the Song Dynasty in China. They all share the meal system."

Yang Guang's argument aroused the interest of the surrounding dining crowd, who all turned their heads to listen.

"But later, our philosophers discovered that the meal-sharing system was not conducive to interpersonal communication and family harmony, and made the process of eating cold and impersonal."

"The shared meal system is just the opposite. It is conducive to increasing the relationship between family and relatives and friends. Everyone sits together and comes and goes in a lively manner. How wonderful!"

"Why is the divorce rate in the United States so high, why are interpersonal relationships so indifferent, and why do the elderly stay in empty houses without their children to accompany them? It's all because you are still using the backward meal-sharing system." Yang Guang turned around and said to the American people around him.

Most of the people who can come to French restaurants to eat are older and successful people. They feel the same way about Yang Guang's words about staying alone in an empty house without the company of his children. There is no tradition in the United States of Chinese people going home to celebrate the New Year, even if they haven't seen their grown-up children for several years.

It's all very normal. But just because you don't see me, doesn't mean you don't miss me.

Therefore, they all nodded subconsciously.

"Why Chinese culture has a long history..."

"Don't mistake ignorance for personality. Don't mistake history for news, and don't mistake backwardness for advancement." Yang Guang finished speaking in one breath, speaking urgently and quickly, but very carefully.

Then he turned around and picked up the cream of mushroom soup in front of Irene and drank it, leaving a group of stunned Americans and Irene Liu Mengjie around.

Then there was applause in the silent French restaurant.

"Are everything you said true? Sir," an American beauty walked toward Yang Guang and said in disbelief, "You know, sir, I am the editor of Life Magazine and I am studying some of the reasons for the indifference of family relationships in the United States. Your

The argument gave me a good inspiration. Maybe you are right, this meal sharing system is indeed very monotonous and cold."

"I've seen you Chinese people eating hot pot. The atmosphere was very lively. If you have time, maybe I can make an appointment for you."

Yang Guang dismissed the beautiful editor with a few words.

"My dear, what you said is great," Irene said happily, bringing all the dishes in front of her to Yang Guang, "Here, I'll give you all to eat."

Liu Mengjie was also grinning from ear to ear. In her mind, Yang Guang was probably a second-generation ancestor who wore bright clothes and angry horses. He didn't go to class all day long and bought beautiful women and luxury cars. She didn't expect that he really had something in his stomach.

"Senior Sister Liu, actually I am asking you to come out this time, and I want to ask your opinion on something important."

"Oh" Liu Mengjie nodded, wondering if Yang Guang had anything important to do.

"Actually, the reason why I didn't have time to go to class some time ago was because I was writing a new application software." Yang Guang unceremoniously took the software Qian Wen gave him for money laundering and took it for himself.

"This software was purchased by a venture capital company some time ago, and it was sold for approximately US$100 million."

"Ah-" Liu Mengjie opened her mouth and whispered softly.

One hundred million U.S. dollars, that’s close to one billion yuan, an astronomical figure.

"I want to register an investment company with 100 million U.S. dollars. Because I prefer to do some research and development work. So I want you to be the president of this company and take care of some investment matters for me." Yang Guang said again.

Say something that Liu Mengjie would never have thought of: "I don't know if you are willing to do it."

Liu Mengjie was stunned again and asked herself to manage 100 million US dollars. She was one level higher than Yang Guang and was about to graduate and officially look for a job.

It is very difficult for international students to work in the United States. Even if they can barely find it, it is usually a very low-end job. Therefore, Liu Mengjie is worried about this matter during this time.

At this time, Yang Guang offered her a job as the president of an investment company. How could she be unwilling?

Just like you tell a girl, I want to give you a diamond as big as an egg, but I don’t know if you are willing.

It’s like telling a homeless man who has been hungry for three days, I want to treat you to a full banquet, but I don’t know if you are willing. (To be continued...)