The wind is cold.

Everyone stood at the front entrance of Hilto Hotel, silent and shocked.

At the vice ministerial level, this title is so scary.

There were still people who were already in a state of high spirits and had no more flames in their hearts, and they turned into fear.

The difference between the sky and the earth is the difference between the sky and the earth.

This tells everyone how dare they speak and how can they speak.

Fang Cheng helped his father into the passenger seat of the Bentley car.

"Son, I'm not drunk with your father, so I don't need to help you know..."

While talking here, Fang Wendao fell head-on in the passenger seat.

There is no reason for working as a small employee all his life... The slightest reason is: Fang Wendao's drunkenness is how much alcohol is.

Fang Cheng smiled bitterly, exerted force with his left hand, and the delicate and soft force shook, setting his father Fang Wendao's drunken body.

“Buzz.”

Fang Cheng gently pressed the button on the passenger seat to adjust the seat.

Fang Wendao looked drunk, swaying, lying comfortably on the luxurious leather seat: "What is the abdominal level? Abdomen? A belly? A small success..."

Fang Wendao muttered a few words, his head dizzy, and he fell asleep.

“…”

Fang Cheng breathed lightly, with such a father, what else can I ask for?

It's so cute that it's a new realm.

Thinking about the QQ addition mentioned by his father Fang Wendao before, Fang Cheng closed the car door and walked towards the main entrance.

The car is not locked and does not need to be locked.

With a distance of more than 20 meters, including the time of starting and acceleration, Fang Cheng can cross it in just one second.

Zuo Zhuangshou has seen a complex look when the older people are waiting.

They are Fang Wendao's old classmates, parents, elders, and middle-aged people with rich experience in life.

And Fang Cheng... is the son of his old classmate Fang Wendao and their junior.

The plot should be: they give their old classmates a wise and honest teaching, revealing their own superiority and showing their own success.

But at this moment, looking at Fang Cheng who was walking step by step, they could not stand it.

They squeezed out their smiling faces and stared at the young man who looked a little ordinary.

Zuo Yuxin bit her lips lightly, her eyes shrank, and she was a little cynic.

A thought flashed, and Zuo Yuxin glanced at Hui Yuanfei coldly.

The boy whom she had admired at the dinner table before, Hui Yuanfei, was bowing his head and taking a few steps forward, greeting the young man who was walking towards him with a warm greeting.

Looking at Hui Yuanfei's face full of Ah Yu's favor, Zuo Yuxin felt that her eyes were blind.

It's really blinded this girl's 18k pure white gold eyes!

Zuo Yuxin felt a sense of disgust in her heart. She glanced at the calm and indifferent young man and gritted her teeth.

Fang Cheng ignored these things, just added a QQ to each other, and turned around and left.

His belief in martial arts and values ​​no longer allow himself to play around and socialize with the customs.

"Bang."

The car door is closed.

The dark black Bentley drove away in the dark night.

Everyone looked at the round red taillights and smacked their tongues.

The sound of amazement, jealousy, and envy suddenly came to arouse, endlessly.

It is both venting emotions and feeling the world.

The father is noble by his son. Such an unimaginable thing actually exists and they have encountered it.

Hui Yuanfei's face turned red, she held her mother's hand tightly and shook it up and down, and was very happy: "Mom! Fang Cheng left behind QQ! That's great!"

Zuo Yuxin sneered and licked her dry red lips.

But when I think of Fang Cheng's identity... my mouth becomes more and more sweet.

If you can catch this diamond stock, let alone Lin Jiang, you can live an extremely wealthy and enjoy life even in the imperial capital.

Zuo Yuxin's eyes flashed and she made up her mind secretly.

"well."

Zuo Zhuangshou sighed lightly, looking at his daughter Zuo Yuxin's shiny gaze, his heart sank.

The word "match" is not just a word or just talk casually.

Cinderella can match a prince, and scholars can match a daughter.

However, no one can write about Cinderella's life, and the scholar and daughter's life will not know whether they will be happy.

………

New Year's Eve.

In villa No. 1, Donghu, No. 8.

Grandpa Fang Cheng sat on the sofa in the living room, his back straightened and his mouth was smiling: "Wendao, your family is so big."

Fang Wendao talked with his father and poured a cup of tea for his father's policy.

Fang Cheng’s uncle Hua Liang and aunt Fang Wenmin, the two of them sat restrainedly on the sofa. They had never seen such a luxurious living room.

The level is too high, which makes them frightened.

Hua Liang's eyes shook and he shouted softly: "Haihui, put the sofa pillow back, don't put it on the ground!"

A couple's heart was trembling.

Their youngest daughter Hua Haihui is sliding around on the ground with a clean white pillow!

This naughty kid!

Fang Cheng walked over from the edge of the living room and waved his hand: "It's okay, just be happy if my cousin is happy."

Hua Haihui raised her little face and became even more proud. She held a pillow that was more than one meter long and rubbed it on the ground.

Fang Cheng's second uncle Fang Wenxue and Fang Yuanhua, who were beside him, had their lips pursed tightly and their hands crossed, making them look extremely unnatural.

"This house costs four or five million, right?" Fang Wenxue said with a dry smile, looking around, full of envy.

The floor height of more than three meters, the exquisite lotus lamp in the living room, and the delicate floor edges made him both shocked and envious.

Although he said that he had tens of millions of assets in business, most of the money was placed on inventory. Once he had money, he had to pay the supplier immediately and repay the loan from the bank.

Even if it is a villa like this, Fang Wenxue is unable to buy a loan, let alone the full amount.

Hua Haihui stood up from the ground, hugged her pillow and laughed loudly: "This is not a house, this is a townhouse."

Fang Wenxue's face froze and felt a little embarrassed.

Fang Yuanhua also lost the arrogance of the Imperial Capital University and hesitated and did not dare to speak.

Fang Cheng's mother Chen Rong came over and shouted, "It's time to eat."

A whole family sat on a round dining table in the restaurant.

Hua Haihui's face was blushing. She touched the table and shouted lively: "This table is so smooth and it feels so comfortable to touch."

After saying that, her eyes were bright and starry-like, looking at her cousin Fang Cheng:

"Cousin, as the champion of young warriors, do you need to express some thoughts? Does cousin Fang Yuanhua need to learn it?"

Hearing this, Fang Yuanhua, who was studying at the Imperial Capital University, trembled and she laughed a few times.

Fang Cheng shook his head.

The life and death of Nybreda Island, which is uncertain, is in sharp contrast to the comfortable and lively New Year's Eve at this time.

The villa area is quieter and there are few firecrackers.

Following the policy of Grandpa Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng’s father Fang Wendao said some expectations for the New Year and the New Year’s Eve dinner started.

Fang Cheng's heart was filled with a sense of stability and joy.

He looked at the attribute symbol below his field of view:

"Strength: 3.6, Agility: 1.8, Spirit: 1.5, Metaphysics: 11.2."

Martial arts are not yet invincible, and I still need to work hard.

At this moment, Fang Cheng firmly felt firm and finally found his own path:
To be continued...