Extra Extra 2 Miss Yang
Yangmei knocked for five minutes before the door was opened.
"Yang Chenxiao, what are you doing in there? Why did you take so long to open the door?" Yang Mei put her hands on her hips and questioned her brother, who was half a head taller than her.
Yang Chenxiao curled his lips awkwardly, "Nothing."
"Heh." Yang Mei pushed him away and pulled out a chair in front of the desk and sat down.
Yang Chenxiao handed a bottle of orange soda to his sister, "Why don't you go out to play?"
"What the hell? My parents are urging me to go on blind dates all day long. How can I go out and have fun with peace of mind? Later, they will find some guy from nowhere to pick me up. It's so annoying." Yang Mei spoke in an irritable tone, with her facial features twisted into a ball, which shows that she is extremely averse to blind dates.
Yangmei was complaining when she suddenly saw a corner of the drawer that was not closed tightly.
When Yang Chenxiao found out, it was too late. Yang Mei quickly pulled out the photo, and the person in the photo was her good friend Lian Yuqing.
She was wearing a pink cheongsam and standing next to a bunch of roses, unaware that she had been photographed.
"Tell me, when was the photo taken?"
Yang Chenxiao pursed his lips, not wanting to say more, but his sister grabbed his throat, so he begged for mercy, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, last time we celebrated her birthday, I took the photo when everyone was arguing."
Thinking back to the time when Lian Yuqing and Wei Dong divorced quickly for unknown reasons, it has been so many years, and Yang Chenxiao has not yet gotten along with Lian Yuqing, but Yang Mei is already disappointed with him.
"Look at you, you're not bad looking, your family is well off, and you're a college student. How come you can't win over Lian Yuqing? Why?!"
Yang Chenxiao frowned, "Sister, is it possible that you haven't been able to get her after all these years?" Instead, she was being held firmly under your control.
"Get lost." Yang Mei gave her brother a heavy punch.
Yang Chenxiao didn't feel frustrated. Even if he didn't catch up with Lian Yuqing, didn't Xu Zilai catch up with him either? The longer time passed, the older Xu Zilai would get. He was almost 40 years old. How could he compete with a young and strong man like him?
If Yang Mei knew that he was thinking this way, she would definitely kick him hard. Is it true that the only old man Xu Zilai is after Lian Yuqing? His mind is too simple!
At dinner time, as usual, before they had even taken a few bites, Yang's father and mother began to urge the siblings to find a partner.
Because Yangmei was the last girl to get married among her age, her parents were very worried about her.
"Meimei! What kind of person do you like? No matter what you like, daddy will tie it up for you!" Commander Yang couldn't help but speak as he looked at his daughter who was eating heartlessly.
Yang Mei picked up a piece of meat and said vaguely, "Can you just like whoever you like? It depends on your eye contact."
"Besides, I haven't even found Yu Qing yet, why should I be in such a hurry?"
Yang's mother glared at her daughter. "How can you compare with them? They've been married and divorced, but you've never even been in a car. Have you ever smelled the exhaust?"
"Cough, cough, cough." Yang Mei was choked and coughed violently. "Mom, if you really say that, we have to break up. When I was in junior high school, the only boy I liked also liked me, but you and dad made a scene at school and almost broke his arm. From then on, he avoided me whenever he saw me."
"If it weren't for you, my children would be able to help with cooking."
Commander Yang didn't dare to talk back after being scolded by his daughter. Mother Yang could only murmur in a low voice: "At that time, I didn't think that you would only have one peach in your life!"
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In August, the art troupe went to Shanghai for a performance. Yang Mei arrived a few days later than the rest of her comrades because of the hospitality of an uncle.
Yang Mei took a plane. Of course, the art troupe was not so extravagant. Everyone else took the train back to Dong, and Yang Mei paid for it herself.
At the flight terminal, Yang Mei walked forward with her luggage, but was stopped by someone behind her.
The man was tall and straight, with handsome features even through his sunglasses. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and looked lazy.
"What's the matter?" Yangmei asked.
The man took off his sunglasses, his eyes half smiling, "Miss Yang..."
The tone seemed to take a turn.
"Do you know me?"
"I don't know you. I just heard someone call you that on the plane."
Hearing this, Yang Mei immediately categorized the man in front of her as a pick-up guy, exactly the same as the men she had dated in the past.
She turned around and prepared to leave, but her shoulders were grabbed by a pair of big hands. Yang Mei frowned and was extremely disgusted. "Are you sick? If you don't let me go, I will call for help!"
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