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Chapter 129 It's Uncomfortable Not to Slap Your Face (Part Three)
Both Yang Qi and Sun Lang opened their mouths wide in disbelief.

Just now Yang Qi and Sun Lang were still laughing at the gift from Xia Xing as garbage or a street stall, but the fact is that the gift from Xia Xing was worth more than 2000 million.

Yang Qi was still showing off the 20 diamond ring that Sun Lang gave her just now, but the difference between 2000 million and 20 is several zeros.

This face was so slapped that it stunned both Yang Qi and Sun Lang.

Yang Weiwei's father Yang Kun and mother Zheng Jia also had smiles on their faces.

However, the faces of Yang Weiwei's parents were a little red. They were indeed a little dissatisfied and even a little angry just now.

Thinking about it now, they were indeed somewhat snobbish, but this made Yang Weiwei's parents feel more and more comfortable looking at Xia Xing.

Especially Yang Weiwei's father, Yang Kun, who had been observing Xia Xing just now.

Although he was misunderstood by everyone just now, Xia Xing didn't get angry in any way, and his face always had a kind of indifference, which even he couldn't do.

"Impossible, how is this possible!"

Xia Xing is neither a young man from a family nor a company executive, so how could he give Yang Weiwei a gift of 2000 million.

No matter from which angle you think about it, this is also a fantasy.

The flame of jealousy rose slowly in Yang Qi's heart. Originally, she wanted to use Xia Xing to trample Yang Weiwei under her feet this time, but in the end she was still slapped mercilessly in the face.

Sun Lang's face was also extremely ugly. Thinking about how he was still teaching Xia Xing to spend money chasing his girlfriend just now, he was as ridiculous as a clown.

"Uncle, you must have read it wrong. This can't be the blood stone you mentioned, maybe it's just an imitation?" Yang Qi said angrily.

"Hmph, imitation, are you questioning my level of appreciating treasures?" Uncle Yang Feng said with a dissatisfied expression.

Yang Qi was reprimanded by her uncle, and she didn't dare to speak anymore, but she snorted coldly: "Isn't it just a 2000 million bracelet? What's so great, isn't it a part-time job in a radio station? My husband's family has more than [-] million assets, are they comparable?"

At this time, Yang Feng's cell phone rang suddenly, and an old man's voice came from the phone: "Yang Feng, I have some good news for you. Today I met my little friend. He has two treasures in his hand. One is the Ming Yongle blue and white porcelain vase. One is a pure blood-colored bloodstone bracelet, I really did not come to Shanghai in vain this time."

"A pure blood-colored bloodstone bracelet? Is it strung together by a transparent gold thread?" Yang Feng looked at the bloodstone string in his hand and couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, originally I wanted to get 2000 million back, but unfortunately he said he was going to give it to a friend, but he sold the blue and white porcelain vase and sold it for 5000 million."

"Ah, 5000 million?" Yang Feng stared at Xia Xing tightly while making a phone call.

"Master Yishan, I understand. I have something else to talk about later." Yang Feng hung up the phone and stared at Xia Xing in surprise.

"Xia Xing, I want to ask you a question, did you meet Master Yishan today and sold a vase worth 5000 million?" Yang Feng asked.

Xia Xing nodded: "That's right, a broken vase, it's useless to keep it and just sell it?"

"The hatred value from Yang Qi is +999!"

"The hatred value from Sun Lang is +666!"

"The hatred value from Yang Feng is +99!"

……

A 5000 million vase, why don't you go to heaven if you call it a broken vase!

Everyone in this pretense was speechless.

Yang Qi completely collapsed this time.

It's true that Sun Lang's family is indeed very rich, and the family's assets are only over 5000 million yuan. Xia Xing just sells a bottle for [-] million yuan. No matter how you compare it, it's not at the same level at all.

"Okay, okay, since we're all here, let's eat." Zheng Jia said to everyone with a smile.

At this time, Zheng Jia was already happy, and she liked this son-in-law more and more the more she watched.

It's not just that Xia Xing is rich, the Yang family is not short of money, the main reason is that Xia Xing's temperament and calmness make Yang Weiwei's parents very satisfied.

Sitting at the dinner table, Yang Qi's pretty face was flushed with anger, and she had no appetite at all.

Yang Kun said with a smile: "Xia Xing, Uncle Sun Lang is happy today, you should have a few more drinks with us."

"Third Uncle, I don't drink." Sun Lang said very gentlemanly.

Hearing Sun Lang's words, Yang Kun was a little dissatisfied. After all, you are a junior, so even if you can't drink, you have to have fun!

Xia Xing said very straightforwardly: "Uncle, I'll accompany you when uncle is fine, we won't go home until we're drunk."

"Xia Xing, you don't know my dad's drinking capacity. He claims that he won't get drunk after a thousand cups. Did you accompany him?" Yang Weiwei said angrily in fear that Xia Xing would be drunk and say that he would slip up.

But Yang Kun said: "The children are filial, so leave us alone."

Yang Weiwei didn't know, but Xia Xing had eaten the Dionysian fruit, what was he afraid of if he didn't get drunk after a thousand cups?
At the dinner table, Xia Xing and the three chatted happily over the wine, but it was very embarrassing for Sun Lang to be left alone.

At this time, Yang Qi gave Sun Lang a wink.

Sun Lang understood and said: "How about this, I'll play the piano for everyone to celebrate Weiwei's birthday."

Speaking of which, Sun Lang got up and came to the piano, saluted everyone slightly, and then sat down.

A white suit echoes the silver-white piano, against the lights in the hall, I have to say that Sun Lang is really handsome.

Sitting in front of the piano, Sun Lang immediately regained his former self-confidence, his expression was indifferent, revealing a refined demeanor.

Yang Qi was even more smug, looking at Xia Xing provocatively, as if saying: "Look, this is my husband, did you compare?"

Ding……

Sun Lang pressed the keys, and a pleasant voice sounded in the hall.

Sun Lang had a serious face, his slender fingers jumped on the keys, and the beautiful and soothing piano sounds spread out.

The voice was sometimes like a clear spring in the mountains, sometimes like a gentle breeze caressing, sometimes like a sweet lover whispering, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, suddenly the hall became silent, and everyone was attracted by this beautiful melody.

Xia Xing had to admit that Sun Lang's piano skills were really good, at least it would be no problem coaxing an idiot like Yang Qi.

"Our family's Sun Lang piano is at the ninth level, and we will hold a personal concert in Kyoto this year." Yang Qi said proudly.

"That's right, Xiao Lang's piano is indeed very good." Yang Feng also sighed.

Yang Qi said with a sullen face: "Sister, you can't just look for money when looking for a boyfriend, but also look for a man with connotation."

Xia Xing couldn't help being speechless.

Who said just now that a man depends on his background, and that a man needs money anyway, it's all yours!
Soon, Sun Lang's piano sound came to an end, and as the last note fell, there was applause in the hall.

Sun Lang returned to his seat with a proud face, looked at Xia Xing and said suddenly: "I don't know if my brother-in-law can play the piano? Why don't you play one for us too."

Yang Qi proudly said: "That's right, Xia Xing, you play a piece too, just for Sun Lang to give advice. It's not often that you get an expert's advice."

Yang Weiwei glanced at Xia Xing worriedly: "After all, although Xia Xing is good at writing songs, that doesn't mean he is good at playing the piano. These are two different fields."

Xia Xing smiled, "I'm pretty good at playing the piano, so let's forget it."

Yang Qi snorted coldly at this moment: "Hmph, how can this kind of local tyrant who gets rich overnight have such an elegant art."

Xia Xing frowned: "This woman really sucks, she doesn't feel comfortable if she doesn't slap her face!"

　There are a lot of things in the unit today, and the three chapters have been posted ahead of schedule. I wish you all a happy Halloween, and remember to vote for Liushui!
　　


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