Bentley slowly stopped in front of the Huang family's old house.
Huang Xuan opened the door and walked out without waiting for Li Qing to get off the car. The chirping and whispering voices in the yard were silent for a moment, and then burst out with a louder voice.
The Huang family's old house was built according to the previous construction model, and there was not much parking space left. The parking space was next to the garden. Huang Xuan stood by the car and smiled slightly, and the different expressions of the people in the yard were all in his eyes.
Zhang Xinyi walked over with a smile, took Huang Xuan's arm, blocked everyone's eyes and said: "You want to be the clan leader, why don't you bring a female companion?"
Huang Xuan looked at his mother suspiciously and said, "Didn't I just come from the company? Does bringing a female companion count as puppy love?"
Hearing that Huang Xuan still had time to joke, Zhang Xinyi felt relieved and said: "Look at the elections in the United States. The wife and the vice president are used to make up for the president's shortcomings. What kind of shortcomings are you now? It's the biggest shortcoming, so you need to show people your maturity, understand?" After Huang Xuan chose to compete for the head of the Huang family, Zhang Xinyi already regarded her son as an adult.
Zhang Xinyi said with a smile: "But son, don't worry, your mother has already prepared it for you."
Huang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. When his mother smiles like this, something always happens that catches people off guard.
Looking in the direction of Zhang Xinyi's finger, Huang Xuanzheng was puzzled, and saw a flash of purple passing by as gracefully as a swimming dragon, and what remained in his eyes was a familiar and stunning face.
The people who had been watching here secretly for a long time were also shocked by the beauty brought by this purple figure, and the sounds that had just burst out were suppressed again.
"Ruochan?" Huang Xuan shouted softly. During the Three Kingdoms period, he had seen the stunning little mink girl in all her finery. However, after returning home, Ruochan, who only wore student clothes every day, could no longer display her cynical beauty.
At this moment, Ren Ruochan, who had put on the dazzling and fitted clothes again, had just fully revealed her stunning charm.
Huang Xuan suddenly discovered that Miss Diao was the girl who was really suitable for wearing these dazzling costumes. She seemed to be born to adapt to such a stage—political, cultural, communication, and mixed with the so-called upper class stage.
"This..." Huang Xuan said "this" a few times, but before he could explain clearly, Ren Ruochan walked to Huang Xuan's side with gentle steps, moved toward Zhang Xinyi, and took Huang Xuan's hand a little shyly, holding her hand. He wrapped his arms around him and said softly, "Huang Xuan, my aunt said that I would be your dance partner today."
There were sighs all around, and someone in the distance even deliberately shouted: Put flowers in cow dung, and good food will be spoiled by mice.
Huang Xuan smiled proudly, gently patted Ruochan's beauty's hand with his right hand, and said, "Have you learned how to dance?"
"I only know the simplest slow three and flat four, and I know some rumba in ballroom dancing, but I don't know much about the subsequent movements. I only learned a rough idea of tango..."
Miss Diao counted carefully, Huang Xuan stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "You know a lot more than me. At that time, my family asked a teacher to give me lessons, so I smeared the entire floor of the dance studio with butter. , the nanny couldn’t clean it even after wiping it for a long time, so she finally had to stop learning.”
"Then you didn't learn anything in the end?" Ruochan asked with a cute tilt of her head.
Huang Xuan said with a bitter face: "I wiped it clean later."
Ruochan chuckled twice and covered her mouth in embarrassment.
Huang Liming looked at it from a distance, his eyes so jealous that they almost bleed. His brother Huang Zhengsheng next to him also said angrily: "Damn, I don't believe he's not cheating. Damn it, 4 billion in three months, he thinks Is he a god? Bill Gates doesn’t earn as much as him.”
He cursed mother twice in a row, probably very angry.
Huang Liming could control his emotions better than Huang Zhengsheng, but he could not hold back his red eyes and said bitterly: "If he can become the patriarch, I will carry a sports car to work in the future."
Not only were the two of them talking to themselves there, but even the three-bedroom and four-bedroom people were not optimistic about Huang Xuan's future as a clan leader. With his current wealth and background, he doesn't need to be too much. Even if he is only 0 years old, when Huang Hengzhan retires, the position of the clan leader can still be competed for.
But a 17-year-old boy is the head of the house, and it’s not like there are no old people above him. This situation makes it difficult for others to speak.
Huang Xuan didn't pay attention to the crowd. He only felt that the arm gently holding his arm was gently scratching his heart. As he walked, his left chest could occasionally touch a soft part, which made the smile on his face even bigger. .
Walking into the main house like this, Huang Hengzhan finally came up with his two sons. No matter how angry Huang Xuan's actions made him, he couldn't slack off for a moment as the direct descendants of the Huang family may have the most personal assets.
More people were watching the meeting between the two people.
Huang Xuan smiled like a junior, pulled Ruochan's beauty, walked two steps closely, and said with a smile: "Good evening, uncle."
"Okay, okay." Huang Hengzhan said against his will: "Xiao Liu, you are now the richest man in the family. Uncle, we will also rely on you in the future."
"No need later, I can help now." Huang Xuan's smile remained unchanged, but his words were sharp.
"Okay, okay." Huang Hengzhan said calmly: "Uncle, I hope you can help. Talents are coming from generation to generation. The assets of Huang's fund are increasing year by year, but the Huang family's people are also increasing year by year. It’s been more than a year, so more people should help.”
As he spoke, he stopped talking and said to the two sons next to him: "Li Ming, Zheng Sheng, you two should study hard with your brother and don't just play around all day long. You still have to go to college in the future. , read more, you know?”
"Yes." The two people nodded in response as if they were serious.
Huang Xuan knew that, as his mother said, when running for election, you must flaunt your own strengths and attack the shortcomings of others. His shortcoming is his age, and a series of problems brought about by age are all major problems. Without the help of the plane base, and if time was not so tight, he would not and would not have the need to come here to compete for the head of the Huang family. Location.
But since he has such an advantage, it can be believed that any other shortcomings are just paper tigers in the face of absolute interests.
Seeing Huang Xuan's silence, Huang Hengzhan showed a smile on his face and said, "Xuan'er, I have a few friends coming over this time to introduce them to you."
He waved and shouted to the side: "Mr. Mather?"
"Mather?" Huang Xuan frowned when he heard the name.
Sure enough, the person who walked out of the small hall next to him was none other than Aiken, whom he had met three times. He is now the first heir to the Mather family and an important representative of the Cleveland Consortium.
Huang Hengzhan shouted with a raised voice: "Gentlemen and ladies, I am very happy to invite the Huang family's long-term partner and heir to the Cleveland Consortium, Mr. Aiken Mather, and the other two members of the Cleveland Consortium today. Successors, Andrew Hanna, Bob Humphrey."
Huang Xuan looked at the three people in front and their followers with amusement. It seemed that the three gentlemen from Cleveland were well prepared today. But when it comes to long-term partners, Huang Hengzhan is a bit careless. No one here knows the business scope of the Huang family. It is inevitable to deal with the industrial and mining enterprise groups under the Cleveland Consortium. But when it comes to cooperation with the Cleveland Consortium, it is... I don’t know where it started. As for the so-called heirs of the Cleveland Consortium, it is even more ridiculous. The Cleveland Consortium is the common property of several families. It is still unknown whether Aiken can inherit the main property of the Mather family. To talk about the Cleveland Consortium The inheritance rights are even more elusive.
Huang Hengzhan seemed unaware, took Aiken's hand cordially, and said loudly in English: "Mr. Mather, this is the third generation son of our Huang family, Huang Xuan, ranked 16th. Like you, he is young and talented. For, get closer.”
"Definitely." Aiken looked at Huang Xuan seriously. All the events at the horse race came to mind again. His eyes became sharp, and he said in English with a fake smile: "Mr. Huang, we will meet often."
As he spoke, he glanced at Miss Diao again, tried hard to look away, and said bitterly: "Mr. Huang, actually there are friends coming to see you this time."
"oh?"
Aiken smiled and stepped aside. Huang Xuan looked around and was suddenly stunned. The person opposite him turned out to be Galadia.
Little Narcissus still looks infinitely elegant, wearing a light blue dress, with a sweetheart collar that shows her complete snow-white neck, a carefully carved face, and the bright eyes that Huang Xuan remembers at this moment. With a faint melancholy expression, he stared closely at the pair of slender catkins on Huang Xuan's arms.
Huang Xuan's lips were a little dry. He wanted to let go of Little Diao Meimei's hand, but felt reluctant to let go. Looking at Galadia's tender face, it seemed as if it had been washed away by love and sorrow.
Just when Huang Xuan was in a dilemma, Ruochan squeezed his arm gently, took the initiative to retract his arm, and said, "Go and see that sister."
"I..." Huang Xuan didn't know what to say.
Ruochan's beauty's voice was like falling beads, and she said softly but without hesitation: "I will always follow you."
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