He touched the bank card with his hand in his pocket, and suddenly thought of something, smiled, and stopped. The proud girl on the steps trembled in her heart, kneaded the corner of her clothes with slender fingers, stared at the extra slender figure fixed under the light, and felt inexplicable expectation. Xiang Yufeng turned his head and said something that almost made the woman collapse.

"Hey, there's something I wanted to ask from the beginning, why, you are so young, but you are Ling Lin's aunt. It's really a pity."

"What about you, what is your relationship with Xiaolin?" For some reason, the woman has been pestering about this question, as if she especially needs to know the answer from the man in front of her.

Xiang Yufeng turned around, with a cunning smile on his face: "Guess?"

"I can't guess, anyway, you can't be Xiaolin's boyfriend." The woman said.

"Why?" Xiang Yufeng stopped and turned around and said. "Why are you so sure about this?"

"This is not something that is unsure, but something absolutely right." The woman looked at Xiang Yufeng, "I know Xiaolin, so I know what kind of woman she is, right, I admit that you are very mysterious. If a man has this mysterious thing, it is indeed easy to fascinate, but it does not include a girl like Xiaolin. Her heart is far greater than other people."

"Can I take your words as the unique pride of your Ling family women?" Xiang Yufeng said.

The woman shook her head: "Although I am Xiaolin's aunt, I am not from the Ling family. I have no connection with the Ling family. Don't guess it randomly."

The woman paused and looked directly at Xiang Yufeng: "I just want to know now, what is the relationship between you and Xiaolin?"

Xiang Yufeng didn't say anything, took out a cigarette from his pocket and slapped it on his lips. However, before he could get angry, a light green flame appeared in front of him.

Xiang Yufeng glanced at the woman who was igniting himself, and smiled and said, "Am I the first man who can let you light a cigarette with your own hands?"

"No." said the woman.

"Oh, who is the first one?" Xiang Yufeng exhaled a breath of smoke at the woman's infinitely beautiful face.

"My fiancé." The woman replied.

"You have a man."

"Dead."

"Sorry." Xiang Yufeng looked at the woman with a calm face. The other party's calmness made Xiang Yufeng feel as if she was talking about an irrelevant person.

"There is nothing to apologize for. I don't love him. Everything is for the benefit of the Ling family. I am just a victim of politics." The woman's tone was still so light-free.

"So, you left the Ling family."

The woman did not speak immediately this time, but looked at Xiang Yufeng calmly: "Tell me, are you Xiaolin's man?"

"Why do you want to know so much?"

"Because I'm curious about you."

"Curious? Haha, then you are in danger. Usually, when a woman becomes curious about a man, it will be when the woman falls in love with this man."

"I don't know if I will fall in love with you, but at this moment, I want to drag you to my room." The woman's answer was very strong, which made Xiang Yufeng find a trace of Ling Lin's shadow from the other party.

"It seems that the women in the Ling family are all the same." Xiang Yufeng took a sip of cigarettes, "We are not suitable."

"How do you know you're reluctant to leave?"

"You want to conquer me, but I will never be conquered by anyone, including women." Xiang Yufeng looked at the woman.

"Have you heard this sentence before men conquer the world, women conquer men?"

“There are always exceptions.”

"Yes, just like you said, there will always be exceptions." The woman answered Xiang Yufeng's answer with Xiang Yufeng's words.

Xiang Yufeng was slightly stunned and laughed: "I am a little interested in you now, but I really don't dare to go to your bed. If Ling Lin knows about this, hey, she won't be able to chase me for a few streets with a machete."

"What's the relationship between you and Xiaolin?" the woman asked.

"That's right, I don't know. I have many women, but that crazy girl wants to possess me alone. This is impossible." Xiang Yufeng said, "I know my way, where my end will go in the future, and I also know, so I don't know if my end will be the end of that crazy girl. You are her aunt, you should understand."

"You have many women?" said the woman, "What is Zhou Pingguang's relationship with you, and why did he treat you so much?"

"I am his boss." Xiang Yufeng said directly, but his words seemed to be very serious, but made the woman laugh. The woman pointed at Yufeng and said, "Are you his boss? You?"

"Why, don't believe it?"

The woman tilted her head, looked Xiang Yufeng up and down, and then said, "I admit that you are indeed very charming and mysterious. At this age, you should be considered very amazing. But who is Zhou Pingguang? That is the man that made Soros sigh. You are his boss. How many people do you think will believe this sentence?"

"So, just now..."

"Just? Oh, are you talking about what happened in the banquet hall just now? I admit that I was shocked just now in Zhou Pingguang's attitude towards you. I believe many people will be the same as me. After all, Zhou Sanlang's name is there, but it's just that. After that point later, people will just feel a little mysterious about your identity, that's all, but no one will think of you, who would be Zhou Pingguang, who is the person who is so powerful, but they will regard you as someone who has had an intersection with Zhou Sanlang at some times and at some moments."

When Xiang Yufeng heard this, he couldn't help but look at the woman curiously: "What do you really think?"

The woman shook her head: "It's not that I think so. In fact, Zhou Pingguang's identity is too special. And you, a young and inconspicuous person, will think about you, at most you will think that you are the second generation ancestor of a powerful family. Zhou Pingguang is just to give your old man a face.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Xiang Yufeng nodded, and he said again, "That means, you don't believe me anymore?"

The woman looked at Xiang Yufeng's Mo Ming's smiling face and was stunned for a moment. At this moment, she really began to believe what this young man said.

Just as the two were talking, a half-new Volkswagen sedan was parked in the parking space on the side of the road. The violin music was echoed in the car. A man with a brown hair shawl slightly closed his eyes, and his thick fingers nimblely tapped the steering wheel with the rhythm of the music, enjoying the comfort brought to him by the music.
Chapter completed!