Yuan family father and son

  The next day, I drove my old Jetta to a parking lot near the agreed location.

  Standing at the entrance of the Western restaurant, I looked up at this luxurious place in front of me and really didn't think that one day I would be asked by an old boss to meet here to discuss things.

  He glanced at Ming Yan with a slanted eye, and found that his gaze on this place was no different from his gaze on the decorations in our house. I feel like there's a big difference between him and me in this aspect. This should be the difference in experience and experience after all, he has been dead for hundreds of years, while I am just an ordinary person who has only lived for twenty or thirty years.

  He is calm and composed, I am nervous.

  He sighed and walked in after the automatic door opened, looking around in all directions as soon as he entered.

  A elegant beauty walked towards me, wearing the store's uniform, and as she approached, I saw that her face was covered with a thick layer of foundation, like a layer of white paint. The beautiful impression I had just now suddenly took a big hit.

  She sighed inwardly but still had to put on a face, she smiled at me and I naturally responded with a smile.

  "Excuse me, miss, are you looking for someone?"

  "How did you know?" As soon as he asked, he suddenly felt like an idiot.

  She hid a smile, "You must be Miss Yin! Judging from your age and the manager's description, they've been waiting for you for quite some time. Please follow me."

  I thanked her and followed her into the elevator, getting off on the third floor. She stopped in front of a beautifully decorated room, pressed the doorbell to inform the guest inside that they had arrived, smiled at me again, and then turned around and left.

  I glanced at Ming Yan, who was standing at the door with his bag slung over his shoulder and his hands behind him, looking a bit nervous as he asked, "Are there many people inside?"

  "I didn't see anyone, just a young man came to open the door. Don't worry, he doesn't seem like a rude person. Go in and take care of things, if there's any trouble I'll help you." He patted my shoulder and retreated behind me.

  When I heard him say that, I felt like I had taken a reassurance pill and gained some confidence. At this time, the door opened, and standing at the door was a young man in his early twenties, very handsome and sunny, but with an old and experienced gaze, obviously a seasoned little fox who has been through many business battles.

  Upon seeing me, a smile of delight appeared on his originally unwilling face, "Yin Yue? How is it you?"

  Does this young master know me? My first impression was that he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. He tilted his head and stared at me foolishly, "Do you recognize me?"

  "Am I Yuan Rui? Aren't you a graduate of XX High School? We're even in the same class!" He surprisingly had an exceptional memory, directly hitting the key point and waking me up. "How is it you? I thought it was some swindling god who came!"

  Bastard! I couldn't help but think of that guy who scolded me as a bastard on the phone that day.

  Yuan Rui, of course I remember who he is. I still recall that during our high school days, he was a highly sought-after guy, the idol of many girls. He's handsome, from a good family, generous and most importantly, doesn't have a bad temper. But that's just how outsiders see him. I saw his true face in an unexpected encounter during the first semester of my sophomore year. He's actually the leader of the school gangsters, with a group of younger followers, who fight without mercy, ruthless and cold-blooded, looking like he could rival the devil himself.

  This is what they call an angel's face and a devil's soul.

  After that, I faded him out of my sight, such a dangerous person I really don't want to provoke, quietly hiding in the corner and living in my own little world.

  I forced a smile, revealing my pearly whites as I greeted him, but my tone was far from friendly: "Long time no see, Head Monitor. The 'divine stick' you mentioned is none other than myself."

  "Hmmph." He was a bit speechless from my rebuke, or maybe no one had ever dared to speak to him like that since he was young. He stared at me in some shock, then suddenly smiled wryly and said: "Come on in, my dad has been waiting for a long time, I also want to know what's going on."

  He let me in, Ming Yan looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked me. I could only tell him when no one was paying attention, "Classmate, it's not good if you're too kind."

  Ming Yan heard my evaluation and couldn't help but smile as he reminded me, "Be careful."

  I followed Yuan Rui through a corridor after entering the door and came to a elegant suite, it turned out that this was an integrated restaurant, entertainment and leisure, should be high-end five-star!

  They're really rich, they've wrapped up the entire corridor to prevent eavesdropping.

  A middle-aged man sat on the sofa, who was actually less than fifty years old and well-maintained, mature and seasoned, with a kind of domineering aura.

  I can guess it even without their introduction, this is Yuan Lei who asked to meet me.

  After getting to know each other, he saw that I was a bit shy and smiled warmly, asking me to sit across from him. He then made another call to have someone bring over a cup of coffee.

  Yuan Lei sat between us, staring at me with great interest and smiling. Ignoring his gaze, I directly opened the door and said my intention.

  "Mr. Yuan, I think you must have heard about Yuan Xue's difficulties in your dreams. Today, I just want to tell you that I can help her because I can see things that others cannot. However, I also need your cooperation. These complicated matters are not something that a ordinary person like me can handle alone. All I can do is try my best to convey the message and act as a medium for you both, and if I can help, I will."