My Goddess

As Yang Bingbing got into the car, the slightly arrogant motorcade started to set off.In addition to Mrs. Yang's convoy, more vehicles followed behind, forming a mighty one, which became a scene at the airport.

Yang Bingbing was sitting in her mother's car, with her hands folded a little above her knees, her expression very calm.Looking back at the luxury cars following behind, she asked Mrs. Yang, "Is it okay to affect others like this?"

To Mrs. Yang, her daughter's teasing really didn't sound harsh at all.In the early years when Yang Bingbing had a cold war with him, his attitude was even worse.When the conflict between the two was the most intensified, Yang Bingbing once threatened each other with death, which made Mrs. Yang deeply feel that the blood flowing in her daughter's body really belonged to her.

"Occasionally, it's okay." Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter, and the more she looked at her, the more she felt that she was similar to herself, "I can do anything for you."

Yang Bingbing smiled softly, with a coldness in his laughter.

"is it?"

Mrs. Yang couldn't answer the simple rhetorical question. Yang Bingbing's coldness with deep irony was too obvious.

After a pause, Mrs. Yang said to Yang Bingbing: "You have to believe that no matter what it is, I will do it for your own good."

Yang Bingbing raised her head and looked at her mother.

"Don't you like innovation? Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable saying such a cliché?"

Mrs. Yang said: "The parent-child relationship in the whole world is very vulgar."

Yang Bingbing nodded and said, "Okay, I will try my best not to make you feel vulgar."

Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter in surprise. The girl she was familiar with with the needle hidden in the cotton was indeed different now.Madam Yang even hesitated for a moment, wondering if Yang Bingbing, who has grown up like this, is capable of taking over everything about her.

This thought was fleeting in her mind, and Mrs. Yang gave up this idea. She hoped that her daughter could live out her own life safely and happily.

The mother and daughter just sat face to face and stopped talking. Yang Bingbing's gaze didn't move from side to side, as if everything around her didn't matter to her.Mrs. Yang looked at her daughter with some relief. She had the urge to hold her daughter in her arms when they first met.Now Yang Bingbing is healthy and smart, with a firmness that ordinary people of her age don't have in her composure, which makes her very proud.But as long as she thinks that her daughter did all these things herself, and she didn't participate in her daughter's growth, regrets will always dilute her joy.

"What do you want to eat today?" Mrs. Yang didn't talk too much, but it was definitely different to her daughter, "I'll make arrangements for you. Or sleep first, do you want to get used to the jet lag?"

Yang Bingbing shook her head: "I'm not hungry, the meal on the plane is quite delicious."

"........."

Yang Bingbing actually used the plane meal as an excuse to refuse Mrs. Yang's arrangement for a dinner party, which shows that she really doesn't care about what to eat.

The daughter's face was not as rosy as she had imagined, and there were faint dark circles around her eyes from staying up late.Looking at such a daughter, Mrs. Yang felt a dull pain in her heart.It’s nothing more than the many days I missed about my daughter’s growth. Is her daughter’s life really hard?

"Is your grandmother okay?"

"Don't you guys often talk on the phone?" Yang Bingbing still said bluntly, "Don't talk about this, since I'm here, you don't have to worry."

The brave and courageous little girl looked away from her mother, and continued in a low voice, "I'm going to make a call later."

"Let's talk at home, okay?" Mrs. Yang asked her daughter for her opinion. She actually knew who Yang Bingbing wanted to call, "Tell grandma first that you arrived safely."

Yang Bingbing nodded and said nothing more.

Deep courtyard villas, huge swimming pools, like a mansion like an independent kingdom.Every inch of the lawn is manicured and every tree is immaculate.

This is the Yang family. The Yang family has great influence in Wall Street and the investment world, and it is also the most intimidating Yang family in the Chinese-American circle.

Such a Yang family master is a woman, beautiful and wise, kind to relatives, and never soft on enemies.

Such a woman, with all kinds of tired looks, has always maintained the balance of the family, trying to satisfy everyone, and severely cracking down on those who are not satisfied.The Yang family, which pays equal attention to both kindness and strength, is orderly, and there are almost no major mistakes.Family members are also relatively harmonious, and the party who is in charge of each other is in peace.

This is something Yang Bingbing is not familiar with, and it should belong to her home.

Compared with the bad habit of having to find a well-known designer to plan for most luxury houses in the United States, Mrs. Yang designed all the details by herself.This is also Mrs. Yang's consistent principle - she will never do even a little more if she can give it to others, and no one else is allowed to interfere with what she wants to accomplish.

The so-called rich people always have a bit of a bad temper, and people like Mrs. Yang are no exception.

As Yang Bingbing got off the car, the luxury cars and relatives who followed one after another also drove into Yang's house, and Wang Fang was the first to jump out of the car.

Although he really wanted to continue rushing up to "reminiscing about the old days" with his cousin, Wang Fang was still sober at this moment, knowing that with Mrs. Yang around, he didn't even count as a fart, so he could only follow from afar.

Yang Bingbing was a little disgusted with this kind of scene, and looked back at the eyes staring at him, and asked Mrs. Yang: "Aren't you afraid that I will die here?"

Madam Yang froze for a moment, then understood what Yang Bingbing was implying, she turned her head and glanced at the group of people following behind, and snorted coldly.

"Who dares?"

"That's hard to say." Yang Bingbing said, "For money, some people will do anything."

Mrs. Yang didn't continue arguing with her daughter about who was right and who was wrong, she just asked indifferently: "Including your good friend?"

Yang Bingbing became quiet for a moment.

"No, he's different."

Mrs. Yang smiled helplessly, thinking with her mother's delicate thoughts, she probably knew her daughter's current state.

The room prepared for Yang Bingbing is almost the same as the structure and decoration in China, even the material and bedding of the bed are the same. This is specially prepared by Mrs. Yang because she is afraid that her daughter will not sleep well in the bed.Yang Bingbing glanced at those familiar desks and chairs, computers and books, feeling a little moved in his heart, but calmed down quickly.

"Thank you."

Mrs. Yang has gradually gotten used to the way of face-to-face communication with her daughter, she shook her head and said, "You're welcome."

Yang Bingbing's eyes finally fell on the phone that he didn't have in his room. It was a cordless phone with a beautiful white streamlined body.

"Want to call the country?" Mrs. Yang asked, "Shouldn't you take a break first?"

Yang Bingbing thought for a while, then lowered her head to look at the date on her phone, which had New York time set on it.

"Let me call grandma first."

Madam Yang nodded and did not leave, she just stood by and waited for Yang Bingbing to call home.

Yang Bingbing didn't avoid Madam Yang's gaze, she called her grandmother, reported safety, said a few words and put it down.

"No more fights?" Mrs. Yang asked.

"He's busy, so let's not fight." Yang Bingbing lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Should I go and meet those people? It would be embarrassing for you to just rest like this?"

Mrs. Yang smiled indifferently: "It's okay, you can rest."

"Well, I'll sleep for a while." Yang Bingbing walked to the door of the bathroom and looked back at Mrs. Yang who was still in the room and refused to leave. "Don't worry about me disappearing after I sleep. See you later."

Only then did Mrs. Yang realize that she had finally lost her composure, and she gave her daughter a reluctant look before leaving the room.

Yang Bingbing slept for about four hours.

For many people, four hours is nothing more than playing a few games, but for more people, it is two movies or a few episodes of TV series.But in any case, four hours is not a long time, and it is easy to pass.

For those relatives who planned to meet Yang Bingbing, these four hours were a bit painful.

The relatives on Mrs. Yang's side include several uncles and aunts of Yang Bingbing, and the relatives on Yang Bingbing's father's side include several uncles.These immediate family members constitute today's pick-up team, and these people alone are enough to make a family gathering lively and rich, not to mention their children.

Wang Fang is the youngest of them all, and of course he also considers himself the most handsome.After looking in the mirror for a long time, he felt that he was so perfect that he couldn't get any better. Then Wang Fang sat in the courtyard on the first floor of the villa with peace of mind, and found a seat closest to the door.

Amid all the discussions, Mrs. Yang did not appear.

The more it came to this kind of time, the more Mrs. Yang felt that the cutest thing in the world was only her own daughter.The rest of the people are just hideous faces who take advantage of each other, only Yang Bingbing is real and cute, she is a treasure she is willing to take care of, and she will not be greedy for wealth.

After Yang Bingbing fell asleep, Mrs. Yang went back to the study alone to read the report.

With her wealth reaching Mrs. Yang's level, there are basically few things she needs to do by herself.The opinions of most professional managers and think tanks will be combined into the simplest report and presented, listing all possible possibilities for her to make a judgment.Under normal circumstances, Mrs. Yang has rarely dealt with work matters, and it is completely unconscious to come to work in the study today.

After watching for a while, Mrs. Yang felt very irritable again and wanted to talk to someone.

After pressing the calling bell, the butler appeared quickly and unobtrusively, and bowed to Madam Yang: "Madam, what do you want?"

Mrs. Yang thought for a while and said, "Call Xiaodai here."

Not long after the butler left, a Miaoman figure appeared at the door of the study.

This is a woman who looks to be in her early 30s, with a faint smile on her face, and a pair of slightly upward beautiful eyes are quite eye-catching.The woman was wearing a black cheongsam embroidered with peonies. The hem of the cheongsam barely reached the level of a miniskirt, revealing a pair of slender and strong legs.

This kind of dress is definitely out of line in the Yang family, but the woman didn't care at all, she just twisted her waist and walked in front of Mrs. Yang gracefully.

Mrs. Yang sat on the huge massage chair, her whole body seemed to sink into it.Normally, Mrs. Yang would not show such fatigue, but she didn't care about the woman in front of her.

"Congratulations, your daughter is back."

Mrs. Yang smiled bitterly at the enchanting woman: "Is it worth congratulating? I haven't seen you for so many years, and I missed a lot of things."

The enchanting woman smiled and sat down on the sofa chair opposite Mrs. Yang: "It's better than not seeing you all the time, right?"

"That's how I persuaded myself." Mrs. Yang said, "Dai Qing, you know what bothers me."

The woman named Dai Qing laughed and said: "Of course I know... But this kind of thing can't be solved by trouble, don't you think?"

Mrs. Yang sighed and said, "Don't continue to recommend your Zongyuan to me, I haven't considered it yet."

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