My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

No matter how calm the executives and government officials were, they couldn't help but laugh when they heard the name "Yang Xiya".    

    

The film East Chengxi had quite the influence, so the group of people quickly understood the meaning behind Yang Chen's words, but after laughing for a while, they suddenly realized that something was wrong. The person in front of them was Dongxing Young Master Zhou Dongcheng, the little emperor of the underground world in the Central Ocean East region. This brat dared to joke around with him when he had nothing better to do, did he really want to die!?    

    

However, Zhou Dongcheng's reaction was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he pursed his lips into a smile and said, "Mr. Yang sure knows how to joke, but I like humorous men."    

    

Her voice was soft and gentle, seemingly carrying a bit of bashful delight.    

    

Yang Chen only felt goosebumps all over his body. He took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it up. Only after puffing out a mouthful of white smoke did he manage to calm down and said, "I don't like being liked by men."    

    

"Just because you don't like being liked doesn't mean that I can't like you." Zhou Dongcheng said in a roundabout way.    

    

Yang Chen held the cigarette in one hand and scratched his head. He wasn't afraid that the tip of the cigarette would burn his hair. The sticky, soft, Dongxing Young Master in front of him was much more troublesome than he had imagined. If he was a ferocious, burly, and powerful type, Yang Chen wasn't afraid of him, but he was like a cotton ball, useless even if he had the energy.    

    

The guests had already begun to move about, and a few teams of people on the tennis court were beginning to slowly beat the ball back and forth.    

    

The sun was shining brightly on the field. Yang Chen stretched his back and stopped talking.    

    

Zhou Dongcheng stared at Yang Chen's smoking and frowning look for a while, then continued laughing, "I know Mr. Yang may have misunderstood me, but I really want to be friends with Mr. Yang, I don't know if I have a chance?"    

    

"Friends?" Yang Chen said vaguely, "Your way of making friends is to send a car to follow them?"    

    

Zhou Dongcheng didn't deny it and nodded frankly: "Yes, but that was just an accident. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to use lightning methods, but I can guarantee that I won't pursue the matter. Actually, the instruction I gave them was only to investigate the surroundings of Mr. Yang. "    

    

"I don't like to be investigated." Yang Chen said lightly.    

    

Zhou Dongcheng looked at him fearlessly, "I promise not to do that in the future, Mr. Yang Chen. And as a man with a broad mind in my eyes, I think you can forgive me for my reckless action."    

    

Having been used as a form of flattery, Yang Chen couldn't really say anything vicious, so he could only nod indifferently, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother."    

    

"So, as a friend, can you play tennis with me?" Zhou Dongcheng suddenly asked.    

    

"I haven't."    

    

"It doesn't matter. The most important thing is the friendly way, not the score."    

    

Zhou Dongcheng's words made people unable to refute him, and they felt helpless when they saw him take the initiative to show good will.    

    

Yang Chen sighed and stood up first. He walked to Tang Wan's side and said, "Boss Tang, lend me a racket."    

    

Tang Wan had been paying attention to the conversation between Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng. Although she couldn't hear it clearly, she knew that the two of them might have been in contact before, so she didn't say much. She nodded and motioned for a waiter to bring Yang Chen a standard racquet.    

    

Zhou Dongcheng's follower also immediately took out a pink racket from his sports bag, which was the same color as his clothes. This strange color selection did not attract much attention, because in this circle, Zhou Dongcheng liking men and being feminine was not a secret. The more he saw, the more relieved he was.    

    

When Yang Chen and Zhou Dongcheng went on stage together, the two girls who were originally playing obediently gave up their spot.    

    

Many of the business politicians present began to doubt their own judgement. Was Yang Chen's real identity really that impressive, for him to be able to chat with Zhou Dongcheng and even play football together? However, this person was not in Zhong Hai's group of people. Many people guessed that he was probably a young master from a big family from outside.    

    

"That …" Yang Chen walked to the side of the stage and asked Mo Qianni, who was chatting happily with a couple of guys and girls, "Miss Mo, how do we play tennis?"    

    

Mo Qianni was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know why this man asked such a silly question, she still explained in a simple manner, "It means someone else hitting the ball over here, touching the ground for a bit before hitting the ball back.    

    

"Oh, I understand." Yang Chen recalled what he saw on TV before and roughly understood the gist of it.    

    

"You don't know how to fight?" Mo Qianni noticed the problem and asked doubtfully.    

    

Yang Chen answered truthfully, "I haven't, but I have a rough idea how to play."    

    

Basically everyone who has played tennis knows that the tennis racket looks big and the tennis ball is a lot bigger than a ping pong ball, but the truth is, in this small space, it's not easy to pick up a ball that jumps off the ground.    

    

Many beginners felt as if they had seen the ball fly in front of them the first time they came in contact with it, but they just couldn't hit it. As for hitting it back and then hitting it again, that was even more difficult.    

    

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd that was prepared to watch a good show, Yang Chen swaggered onto the stage with a cigarette in his mouth. He said to Zhou Dongcheng on the other side, "Come, let me accompany you in firing a few shots."    

    

When many people on the side heard the other elements in his words, they all revealed strange expressions. Even Mo Qianni blushed slightly. This guy's words were always so crude.    

    

However, Zhou Dongcheng smiled gently and then threw the ball and swung it! His movements were not very precise, but the curvature of his body made him look elegant.    

    

The ball drew a smooth arc through the air, passed through the net, and shot onto Yang Chen's side of the ground before jumping up diagonally!    

    

Yang Chen was already standing where the ball came from. As he was holding the cigarette in his right hand, he held the racket naturally with his left hand and hit the ball with ease!    

    

"Beng!" The collision between the ball and the racket produced a muffled sound!    

    

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the tennis ball flew over the net and suddenly flew out of the arena!    

    

Like a missile fired into the sky, it streaked across the sky in a diagonal line. After passing by a distance of twenty to thirty meters, it actually continued to fly over the ten meter tall barbed wire fence and then fell towards the parking lot outside the stadium.    

    

Quite a few girls cried out in alarm. Was this a ball hit by someone with his left hand!?    

    

Even if he missed, it would still be understandable to hit the ground. However, with a casual wave of his left hand, the man actually sent the ball flying over ten meters of barbed wire!    

    

Even if the other people present were given a stone with the right weight, no one would dare say that they could easily throw it out of the barbed wire!    

    

Looking at the shocked expressions on the faces of the surrounding people, including Zhou Dongcheng, Yang Chen realized that he had accidentally used his strength, but he had also not used it. He had only underestimated the elasticity of the interaction between tennis and tennis rackets.    

    

Yang Chen smiled embarrassedly, flicked the ash on his cigarette, then put the cigarette back in his mouth. He said, "Sorry, this ball is quite flexible. I'll go pick it up after I finish playing."    

    

The others all smiled stiffly, they looked at Yang Chen's arm, which was not full of muscles, and revealed a weird expression. If they were hit by that hand, they would probably die.    

    

"Mr. Yang is really powerful." Zhou Dongcheng was someone who had seen a lot of things, and he also knew that Yang Chen's martial power was extraordinary, so he quickly calmed down. He took a new ball from his follower and said, "Then let's continue."    

    

This time, Yang Chen didn't use too much strength, he just calculated to get the ball back onto the opponent's field. Yang Chen didn't care about the angle and speed, in Yang Chen's eyes, the trajectory of the tennis ball was as slow as a turtle crawling, there was no pressure at all.    

    

The people at the edge of the field only saw Yang Chen strolling around the field. The place he stood was where the ball bounced up and then he gently pushed it back with one hand. The place he landed was also where Zhou Dongcheng stood and he didn't even need to move to catch the ball.    

    

Everyone could see that Yang Chen wasn't playing, he was playing!    

    

Although Yang Chen was' unbearably ugly 'when he was playing and playing, this didn't affect the audience's evaluation of his ability to play.    

    

Many young women's eyes were already glowing. Yang Chen's face, which held the cigarette in his mouth, was dripping with sweat while his hair was fluttering in the wind. His slight frown and carefree expression had already deeply glued their gazes.    

    

Tang Wan noticed Mo Qianni, who was standing beside her, looking at Yang Chen with a dazed expression. Her eyes, like the other girls, were a little intoxicated. Tang Wan sighed slightly.    

    

From Tang Wan's point of view, Yang Chen was undoubtedly a playboy. From the first night he came to find her by the river, he had already realized it. Later on, he met Lee Jingjing at his daughter's school and was even more confident that it would be Mo Qianni instead.    

    

Lee Jingjing was a pure girl and it was normal for her to be tricked by Yang Chen. But Mo Qianni was famous for being a PR lady and an outstanding manager of the company. Tang Wan couldn't help but wonder why Yang Chen was able to capture the affection of these two girls who had different styles but were equally outstanding.    

    

At this moment, Tang Wan saw the man who had played tennis with his crappy skills on the field. It seemed that the greatest characteristic of this man was something that other men could not have.    

    

Yang Chen didn't know that Mo Qianni was looking at him with a never before seen look, nor did he think that Tang Wan, who greeted him with a smile, would already include him in the blacklist. He only gradually realized that Zhou Dongcheng, who was facing him, was already too weak to hit the ball back. It seemed like Zhou Dongcheng was about to lose his strength after he hit the ball dozens of times.    

    

When the ball was in front of him again, Yang Chen held the ball firmly in his hand, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and shouted at Zhou Dongcheng: "Do you still want to fight?"    

    

Zhou Dongcheng's forehead was covered in sweat, he 'delicately' bent down, supported himself on his knees and didn't sit down on the ground. He threw the racket away, waved his hands with difficulty and said in a sad voice, "No … "I won't fight anymore …"    

    

"Then I'll be going." Yang Chen really didn't want to stay here any longer. Originally, due to Qiangwei's relationship with Zhou Dongcheng, he was definitely an enemy. However, this enemy kept smiling at him. How could he take it!?    

    

Zhou Dongcheng was a bit anxious, but he didn't have the time to care about the strain as he panted and shouted, "Mr. Yang, wait! I wonder if we would be lucky enough to invite Mr. Yang for dinner?"    

    

Joining in in what?!    

    

Yang Chen felt chills down his spine as he thought about the two tables where he would sit with a flirtatious man at the candlelight dinner. He walked to the side of the stage and grabbed Mo Qianni's small hand and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry and I'm going to eat!"    

    

Without giving Mo Qianni a chance to react, he forcefully pulled her away.    

    

Feeling the heat coming from Yang Chen, Mo Qianni's face turned red, her heart was like a deer that was hit by a deer, but she lacked the strength to pull out her hand. As if she had no intention of pulling it out, she could only turn around and hastily greet the few CEOs before leaving the tennis court with Yang Chen.    

    

A few of Zhou Dongcheng's followers went up to the side to help Zhou Dongcheng, who looked disappointed. Someone asked with a gloomy face, "Young Master, that Yang Chen doesn't know how to appreciate favors. Should we send him a little gift from our brother?"    

    

Zhou Dongcheng glanced at him coldly, causing the man to be so scared that he didn't even wet his pants.    

    

"Yang Chen is my friend and he's a real man. Don't speak ill of him in front of me in the future!"    

    

"It's the Young Lord …"    

    

Zhou Dongcheng stared at the direction Yang Chen left, once again falling into a state of infatuation.