The Richest Man Yang Fei

Xiao Yujuan said: "It sounds very abnormal, Xiao Fei, you should be more careful and cautious in everything. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Now that you are so rich, I don't know how many people are jealous of you!"

Yang Fei hummed: "Actually, I'm very poor now, and I owe hundreds of millions to the bank! If someone really wants to stalk me, then he's looking for the wrong person!"

Ma Feng said: "Boss, let me investigate this matter!"

Yang Jun glared at him: "We can't find out, how do you find out? Those who come to investigate Xiao Fei are very mysterious, they come and go without a trace, they are as slippery as Monkey King, and they can invisibility!"

Ma Feng smiled and said, "I have my own way."

It's a very uncomfortable feeling to be always being investigated secretly without knowing where this person came from. It's like living under someone else's monitor, who can feel his eyes but not see him.

Yang Fei said: "Ma Feng, if you have a connection, please check it out. Be careful."

"Don't worry, boss, I have my sense of proportion." When Ma Feng was eating, he also sat upright, with his back straight, just like in the army. Fortunately, Yang Mingyi and the others are policemen, and they usually stay upright. Lower your waist, otherwise his sitting posture would be too eye-catching.

Yang Fei asked, "By the way, what happened to those three students?"

Ma Feng smiled and said, "I'm living in the hospital!"

Yang Fei hummed and stopped asking.

That night, Yang Fei returned to the Royal Garden to review.

He came back late, and Jiang Ziqiang's house next door had already gone to bed.

Entering the room, he found that the house was spotlessly clean, and the two potted pine trees that he was most worried about were also growing well.

Without thinking too much, he entered the bedroom and prepared to take a bath.

After taking a shower, he just stepped out of the shower when he saw a woman with long hair standing at the door.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, covered her face with her hands, and turned her back, "I didn't see anything."

Yang Fei wrapped it in a bath towel, and said with a calm smile, "Miss Lin? Why are you here?"

Lin Feiying was wearing pajamas, her face was like a red apple, and she said shyly, "Mr. Lin, didn't you say that you won't come back until the Chinese New Year? My school is on holiday, and the Provincial Song and Dance Troupe borrowed a few of our students and stayed us to rehearse , I have nowhere to go, I just live here with you. I will leave tomorrow."

"Oh, it's okay. You clean my house, right? Keep it very clean." Yang Fei smiled, "I'm quarreling with you to sleep?"

Lin Feiying repeatedly said no, turned around, glanced at him, and smiled.

After all, she is from the Conservatory of Music. She has a lively and cheerful personality, and she is also generous. Otherwise, she would not have lived in Yang Fei's house. Anyway, I woke up and chatted with you."

Yang Fei said: "Just chatting, I have to take the final exam tomorrow, please help me review!"

"Final exam?" Lin Feiying was like listening to the Arabian Nights, "You? Are you still in school?"

Yang Fei said helplessly: "I'm attached to No. 1 Middle School, and I want to take the college entrance examination next year."

"Tsk tsk, what an aspiring young man! We are so rich and so diligent and studious, how do you tell us poor students to survive?" Lin Feiying giggled, closed the door, and sat on the sofa.

Yang Fei got dressed, came out with notes and textbooks, walked to the sofa, lowered his head, just in time to see the scenery in her loose pajamas.

"Aren't you cold? Go and put on a coat." Yang Fei turned on the air conditioner in the living room.

"It's not cold. I'm a dancer. I'm not used to wearing too many clothes."

Yang Fei sat down and read the notes Ning Xin gave him.

Lin Feiying leaned over to read the notes, brushed her sideburn hair behind her ears, and said wow: "Is this what you wrote? Impossible? So pretty?"

Yang Fei gave her a blank look.

Lin Feiying giggled and said, "It must be your girlfriend's.

Mr. Yang, is it true that you are going to school but chasing girls? "

Yang Fei said: "That's right, my fair lady, a gentleman is so good. I'm a bachelor now, and I have the right to pursue all girls."

"All girls? Are you not afraid of people having boyfriends?"

"It's better to have a boyfriend!"

"Ah? Why? They already have boyfriends, why are you chasing after them?"

"Girls with boyfriends, I just need to defeat a rival in love. Girls without boyfriends, the rivals I face may be a reinforcement platoon?"

Lin Feiying laughed so hard that her branches trembled: "Nonsense!"

When she smiled, her body trembled, revealing the scenery inside her collar.

Yang Fei smelled the faint fragrance from her body, which was the fragrance of shampoo and soap.

"I have returned my high school knowledge to the teacher a long time ago, and I can't help you, so I won't bother you. I'll go to the beauty sleep first." Lin Feiying seemed to realize that her chest was bare, and stood up with an excuse .

Yang Fei hummed lightly.

Lin Feiying walked into the guest bedroom and gently closed the door.

Yang Fei got up and turned off the air conditioner, turned off the lights, and went to his room to review.

Grind your guns before the battle, and you will be happy if you are unhappy.

Ning Xin's class notes helped him a lot. Reading through her notes is equivalent to sorting out what he has learned.

The next morning, Yang Fei came to school to take the final exam.

In No. 1 Middle School, he had the title of school overlord. People who knew him were surprised to see him appear, but they took it for granted, after all, the final exam is today!

Ouyang Xue proctored the exam. He took a deep look at Yang Fei and said, "How much do you think you can score?"

"Probably, they can all pass!" Yang Fei's rare old face flushed.

He is not a genius, nor can he be regarded as a top student. His intelligence can only be regarded as above-average. He used to be in the top ten of his class in the Southern Provincial Chemical School, which is not particularly outstanding.

Now that he is taking the final exam of high school, although he has been reviewing all the time, he has no confidence at all.

Ouyang Xue was very satisfied with his reply, but also very angry: "Student Yang Fei, you are quite self-aware! I know your situation is very special, but since you are my student, I will take care of you. You Since you choose to come to school to study, it can be seen that you want to learn more knowledge. In this case, why don't you arrange your time? A week, even if you spare one day to attend class."

"Teacher, I'm really busy." Yang Fei didn't talk back, but just smiled, "I'll try my best next semester."

"Okay, sit down and prepare for the exam! I hope you can fulfill your promise to me—pass!" Ouyang Xue was completely disappointed in him.

In her opinion, Yang Fei's homework is considered good if he doesn't take zero duck eggs!

Still want to pass? Unless you are a genius.

Each desk is independent, separated from the front, back, left, and right, and it is almost impossible to plagiarize or cheat.

Ouyang Xue, the invigilator, took extra care of Yang Fei.

After Yang Fei sat down, he turned his head and smiled at Ning Xin who was in the front left, and received a warning from Ouyang Xue's stern eyes.

Ouyang Xue said seriously: "The exam starts now, everyone please consciously abide by the discipline of the exam room, and score zero points if caught!"