Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

2Everyone looked at Lin Xun as if they were looking at a fool. Even if Yang Bo was worse, it was still his own ability. Moreover, only Liang Rong was higher ranked than him, so what right did Lin Xun have to look down on him?     3

    

Lin Xun also seemed to have sensed the awkwardness, he looked towards the crowd and frowned, is he really not as good as Yang Bo?    

    

"Alright, now that it's time to eat, let's go!" Liang Rong said.    

    

Everyone dispersed in groups of two or three. Yang Bo glanced at Liang Rong and went to the cafeteria.    

    

Liang Rong looked at Lin Xun, "I've asked around, he should have a good background."    

    

Lin Xun shook his head, "What kind of background does he have?"    

    

"I think you should give your father a call and confirm whether you want to pursue a girl or make friends with him." Liang Rong said.    

    

Lin Xun was stunned, "What do you mean by that?"    

    

Liang Rong shook his head, "Experience it yourself."    

    

With that, Liang Rong turned and followed them.    

    

Lin Xun was stunned, he felt that Liang Rong's words contained some hidden meaning, could it be that Yang Bo really had a background, and the other party could actually be as powerful as him?    

    

Lin Xun was not convinced, he snorted and took out his phone to call back.    

    

In just a moment, Lin Xun hung up the phone, he was completely stunned, he stared blankly ahead, his eyes were lifeless, he finally understood that Liang Rong was not lying, the person his father wanted him to be friends with was Yang Bo!    

    

But now that he had chased after Yan Ruyu and offended him, what should he do next?    

    

"..."    

    

When Yang Lang and his family arrived at Dijing, they relied on the money they got from lying to Zhou Xin to eat and live well.    

    

Yang Lang even had a feeling that he was lost in thought, especially after going to the Three Mile Village's bar at night and seeing the beautiful girls there, Yang Lang was even more unwilling to go back.    

    

In the evening, after Yang Lang and his parents finished dinner, he once again sent his parents back to the hotel and walked out of the room. Before he had taken a step, he felt a tap on his shoulder and was startled.    

    

"Dad, why did you come out?" Yang Lang asked with an awkward expression.    

    

Father of Yang stared at Yang Lang, and sized him up, "You have already been walking outside for an entire day, aren't you tired? "Where are you going?"    

    

"I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes." Yang Lang said.    

    

The Father of Yang stared at Yang Lang, "Buy a pack of cigarettes, right? Do you really want to buy cigarettes, or do you want to sneak out? "    

    

"Dad, look at what you're saying, how could I abandon you guys and secretly run out to play by myself?" Yang Lang hurriedly explained, he was afraid that his father would find out.    

    

The Father of Yang shook his head and patted his shoulder. "Lang, you are a young man, you can't be like us old people. You have to learn to play, to pick up girls, and to stay up all night.    

    

Yang Lang nodded in deep thought, "It is indeed very boring. Dad, do you have any good places to go?"    

    

Father of Yang looked over at Yang Lang, "Brat, you're still trying to trick me? You haven't been in the hotel for the past few nights. Hurry up and lead the way! "    

    

Yang Lang didn't understand his father's words for a while. He thought that Father of Yang was testing him, so he said: "Father, please forgive me. I won't go in the future."    

    

"You're not going?" Father of Yang was stunned, he slapped his head, "How can you not go, who will lead the way? I'm going to take a bath too! "    

    

Yang Lang's eyes were wide open as he stared at his father, his face filled with shock, "Dad, you want to go as well?"    

    

"Why aren't you leaving? What are you waiting for?" While they were speaking, Father of Yang had already walked out.    

    

Yang Lang shook his head and laughed, he could not help but feel helpless, his father was truly an unaged treasure!    

    

Soon, they arrived at the bar. It was still early, and there weren't many people in the bar. The two of them, a pair of old and young partners, walked in and immediately attracted the waiter's attention.    

    

Yang Lang looked at his father, "Dad, look, should we split up for a while?"    

    

Father of Yang glared at Yang Lang, "Are you looking down on me?"    

    

Yang Lang immediately waved his hands, "Father, how is that possible? You are my father, how could I dislike you? "    

    

The Father of Yang snorted coldly and lowered his voice, "Tell me, how much do you want to order wine? "Which type of wine is the most expensive, and must not be ordered, and which ones have the most powerful aftereffects?"    

    

When Yang Lang heard his father's question, he immediately opened his eyes wide. He looked towards his father with a face full of shock.    

    

Yang Lang could only tell the Father of Yang all the information he knew about the wine.    

    

Father of Yang nodded and waved his hand. "Alright, you may leave, don't embarrass yourself here."    

    

Yang Lang walked over to the side. He suddenly had a feeling that it wasn't that he despised Father of Yang, but that Father of Yang really despised him!    

    

The music in the bar was intoxicating, Father of Yang held onto a bottle of wine and wandered around. Even though he already wore the clothes that could be taken out the most, but here, he still looked too old-fashioned, and even at his age, he was unable to strike up a conversation.    

    

Father of Yang was a little helpless. How could he be twenty years younger?    

    

Father of Yang raised his head and looked forward. He saw a lady wearing a black dress, with a sweet figure and long hair flowing behind her shoulders, sitting at the bar drinking wine. He could not help but smile and bring his wine over, "Miss, shall we have a drink?"    

    

The girl raised her head. Her eyes were a little blurry and her oval face was sparkling. It was a sight that would make anyone who saw it happy!    

    

"Are you old?" the girl said, grinning.    

    

The Father of Yang laughed, "I've grown up this way. Have you ever seen a man who's just over 30 years old look like me?"    

    

The girl shook her head. "No way. You're only thirty years old?"    

    

Father of Yang took the chance and sat beside the lady, staring into her eyes, "You don't believe me? "You have to know that if you have a child's face in this world, you have to lose it sooner rather than later. I only regret that my parents weren't able to give me a good face!"    

    

The young lady giggled. She looked like she didn't believe him, but she was actually willing to communicate with Father of Yang, which made him very happy. He held the wine cup in his hand.    

    

The lady was very polite and clinked her glass with Father of Yang, "You are not from Dijing, your accent sounds like you are from the south."    

    

"I am from Jinling, I have come to live in Dijing for a period of time." Father of Yang said.    

    

The lady stared at Father of Yang, "You are so old, why are you thinking of coming here to take a bath?"    

    

Father of Yang laughed, "Why can't I come here to bathe? Age is not written on your face, but on your heart. As long as you are eighteen years old in your heart, you will be eighteen forever! "    

    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]