The Return of the City’s Cultivation

According to the agreed time, Ye Tian came to the Chinese community.

This is a well-known community in the United States, surrounded by more than a dozen colleges, business districts, entertainment districts, and even the entire New York City consumers are in droves, and countless people come here admiringly.

There is a group of villas in the community, where English is not used at all, and anyone can communicate in Mandarin.

"Ye Tian, ​​you are here."

A nice voice rang, Ye Tian turned to look at the familiar Mandarin.

Mansa's slender figure is standing not far away, her upper body is a black flat-shoulder neckline short knit T-shirt, snow-white scented shoulders, a slender waist with a full grip, exposed to the air, and her lower body has a low elastic waist. Tight pants, a pair of slender long legs are more slender and straight, stretching out a life-killing curve.

Many passing men, with nails in their eyes, patrolled Mansha back and forth, as if they couldn't see enough everywhere, they were dazzled, and all secretly swallowed their saliva.

Mansha smiled, beautiful like a flower that slowly opened its buds, and happily ran to Ye Tian's side.

I didn't want to come to Ye Tian's body, his feet had just fallen steady, he just felt that the surrounding scenery was spinning fast, his eyes were dark, his body was soft, and he fell forward.

Ye Tian hurriedly opened his hand and took two steps up, holding the fragrant shoulder with one hand and the thin waist with the other. Mansha was lying on Ye Tian's arms. The nephrite was warm and fragrant. The young woman was alone. Some sweet scents, together with the elegant perfume smell, pounced on Ye Tian's body.

However, it was only a few seconds before Mansa's eyes gradually lit up. Although she was still a little dizzy, her body had regained her consciousness and strength, and she immediately felt herself lying in a solid embrace, with fragrant shoulders and waist. Covered by a big hand, a hemp current ran through the body.

"Yeah!"

Mansha screamed. This was a feeling she had never experienced before. She panicked in her heart and hurriedly pulled out of Ye Tian's arms. Her face was red like a ripe apple. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Yes. ……I am sorry."

She has never had such close contact with a man, but what makes her a little strange is that she didn't have much resistance in her heart just now. She had an inexplicable affection for Ye Tian. What's even more inexplicable was that she was sorry for what he said to him. Isn't I taken advantage of?

Ye Tiandao: "You had a battle last night, injured a thousand enemies, and hurt yourself 800. It seems that you have suffered a serious illness, and you are naturally weak. You need to take care of it."

"Well, I got it."

Mansha responded and led Ye Tian into the villa area.

Behind the several townhouses is a small artificial lake, shaded by green trees, and beside the quiet lake, there is a three-story villa with gilded fences and gates, and magnificent stone pillars, shining brilliantly in the sun, appearing resplendent and magnificent.

The two of them passed through the quaint and splendid living room and entered an elegant and exquisite study.

Behind the antique red sandalwood desk in the study, a man in his fifties sits with a Chinese character face, a pinch of white goatee, and well-dressed, looking down at a document reported by the female secretary beside him.

This is the lord of the Zhang family, Zhang Xingxuan.

"Dad, I brought my friends here."

Zhang Xingxuan raised his head and glanced, just nodded, without saying hello, and continued to bow his head to listen to the secretary's report, with a serious expression.

In this posture, Ye Tian didn't treat Ye Tian as a guest at all, and it didn't even take him seriously.

A little embarrassed, Mansha led Ye Tian to sit down in a chair beside her and apologized, "Please wait a moment."

After a full half an hour, Zhang Xingxuan's voice increased a little, and he instructed the secretary, "There are no other problems, but if this project is less than 50 million U.S. dollars, I have no interest in the contract."

The secretary left the study, Zhang Xingxuan took a sip of coffee and closed his eyes for a while, then Shi Shiran got up, left the desk and sat across from Ye Tian, ​​looking at Ye Tian indifferently.

In Zhang Xingxuan's view, Ye Tian was just a down-and-out cultivator who happened to save his daughter. He sees a lot of people like this, and there are often down-and-out Chinese cultivators who come to take refuge in the Zhang family and seek refuge. In his eyes, these people are no different from beggars.

Zhang Xingxuan asked, "Do you have any business in Chinatown?"

Ye Tian shook his head. Where does he need any property now, money is just a matter of thought.

"Young people should have the ability to start their own careers. The cultivators are capable and consume a lot of money and need a lot of financial support. Do you have any support behind you? Or is there a master?"

Ye Tian shook his head again, he himself was his greatest power, he was his master, and he didn't need to rely on anyone at all. He wanted to build a force, of course, it was easy.

"Without anyone's guidance, without resources, it is difficult to move forward. You have to put in more effort, otherwise there will be no achievements."

As a result, Zhang Xingxuan became more determined about the thoughts in his heart, and he lost the mood to ask, and he lost interest in Ye Tian.

A helpless, unsatisfactory disperser, by chance, rescued Princess Zhang, and finally caught a chance in his life. This was a turning point for him.

Zhang Xingxuan had a clear heart, and even complained secretly about his daughter, "What did you bring such a person to see me?"

"I've heard about Mansha. Just talk about it if you want."

Ye Tian smiled faintly, "It's just a matter of hand, I don't need anything, let alone I have already regarded Mansha as a friend."

"friend?"

Zhang Xingxuan frowned and naturally didn’t believe Ye Tian’s words. He just thought Ye Tian wanted more and sneered, “Ye Tian, ​​right? To tell you the truth, I don’t want Mansha to have too much involvement with people outside, nor Like she has too many friends."

Zhang Xingxuan narrowed his eyes and squinted at Ye Tian, ​​his voice as cold as the chill in the ice storehouse.

Zhang Xingxuan didn't say it straight, but he obviously regarded Ye Tian as a person who didn't know good or bad who tried to climb the tree of Zhang Family through Mansha. He spoke politely, but he had an expression of "you deserve it" on his face.

How could Ye Tian couldn't hear it. He tried to maintain a calm mind about Zhang Xingxuan's attitude, and said coldly and warmly: "Don't worry, no one can be my friend to Ye Tian casually."

Zhang Xingxuan's eyes widened and his heart was full of anger, "Something pretending to be noble, dare to talk to me like this!"

People like Ye Tian don't have the qualifications to see him on weekdays, and they can be crushed to death with a single finger.

He glanced at Ye Tian with a bit of disgust, and said, "It is your luck to meet Mansha. I will give you a farm and a bar in the best location in Chinatown, but I hope you understand that Zhang's family is not Rescue station."

This can be said to be heavy, and it is a kind of charity. The conditions he put forward are really a step up to the sky for ordinary people, but in the eyes of cultivators, they are nothing.

Mansha's face suddenly became a little ugly, and she shouted, "Dad!"

Before Ye Tian spoke, the door of the study was opened. Before the female secretary came in, she said anxiously, "Boss, the eldest son of the Xiao family is here."