Sister, you miss me

For the Mercedes-Benz S650, Jiang Zengyue had never been in such a luxurious car, and she was amazed: "Aunt Feng, this car is so beautiful, it must be expensive."

"More than three million." Feng Yuxin said lightly: "I still have a few cars of the same level in my garage."

"You are so rich, you are so great!" Jiang Jengyueman was a beautiful word.

Feng Yuxin looked in remembrance: "I didn't go to college that year, and I only had 50,000 yuan for the start."

"Then you... Then how can you achieve this?"

Feng Yuxin shook her head, obviously not intending to continue this topic, she said: "Xiaoyue, I can pay to cure your mother’s illness, and I can also pay for tuition for you to go to university, and even take care of your employment. But I There is only one requirement."

Jiang Zengyue's face turned pale, and she faintly guessed something: "Aunt Feng, please speak."

"Leaving Shaotang, from now on, don't have anything to do with him."

Jiang Bengyue glanced at Feng Yuxin who was expressionless, bit her lip, and finally shook her head: "Do I still have a choice? I can only agree, but I can't stop him from coming to me."

"You can find a new boyfriend and make him give up."

"What? Auntie said so lightly." Jiang Bengyue smiled bitterly: "But for the sake of mother and for my future, I will try."

"It's good for you to do your part, Shaotang, I will find a way."

Unknowingly, Mercedes-Benz had already arrived at the gatehouse of Ganjiazhai, Jiang Zengyue said: "Okay, let me down."

"It's late, I'd better send you in."

"No, I want to walk alone."

Feng Yuxin stopped the car and Jiang Jiyue went out.

At some point, there was a thin rain in the sky. Jiang Jianyue raised her head, letting the cold rain fall on her face and slide down with tears.

Seeing Jiang Zengyue's lonely and thin figure, Feng Yuxin was slightly unbearable, and lowered the glass and said, "Xiaoyue, give you an umbrella."

"No." Jiang Zangyue walked straight towards the village without looking back.

Feng Yuxin sighed lightly and drove away.

...

The drizzle was like silk.

On Jiangbin Avenue in the rainy night, a scene of car chasing that only appears in film and television plays is being staged.

A Poussin rushed from the left to the right, and there was a Highlander on the left and right. Highlander always wanted to force Poussin to a stop. A dozen locomotives followed closely. The riders were highly skilled, all driving with one hand. Waving weapons such as steel pipes, baseball bats, chain locks, and throwing sticks in one hand, they blatantly clamored and clamored.

Yang Feng drove, keeping the floor oil, switching gears from time to time, listening to the roar of the engine and the shaking of the body, he was really worried that the broken car would fall apart at any time.

He Shaotang had already been shaken so badly that he had already vomited twice, and he was about to roll his eyes.

Gao Xiaobao is okay, but his face is a little pale.

"Shaotang, how are you?"

"I can't die, I'm afraid I can't help your elder brother." He Shaotang panted.

"Where is Xiaobao?" Yang Feng asked again.

"Brother, I'm fine."

"Shaotang, who do you think is from?"

"Other than Zhao Liang, who else is there!"

Yang Feng said: "If this is the case, don't worry, he beats us at most and dare not kill us."

"I will not sit and wait for death." He Shaotang panted: "I have already called the police."

Yang Feng smiled coldly: "My hands are itchy. Are there any open boundaries? It's better to have a steeper slope. I heard that Highlander can't climb big slopes."

"Yes, go to the development zone."

"Okay, haha." Yang Feng laughed for a while and reminded Gao Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, you will be a little measured in your hands for a while, don't kill anyone."

"I see, brother."

He Shaotang was surprised: "Little Treasure is good at fighting?"

"One can deal with seven or eight."

"But the opponent has weapons."

As if to confirm He Shaotang's words, the back cover of the Poussin car made a loud noise, and it was apparently hit by something.

"Fak!" Yang Feng suddenly downshifted and the car rushed forward.

Gao Xiaobao smiled: "Brother, I am prepared. I went to the street stall last night and bought you a pair of Savage Valley brand. It cost me 100 yuan."

"Hehe, God helped me, Shaotang, after tonight, no one in Longyang City will dare to look down upon you."

Before Yang Feng's words fell, the two windows behind were broken, He Shaotang yelled, and the rider yelled: "Stop, stop."

"Looking for death!" Yang Feng gritted his teeth and swung the body, and the two locomotives rushed to the side of the road.

He Shaotang was just about to applaud, only to see a Highlander leaning up, Poussin was obviously squeezed, Yang Feng hit the direction and rushed from the middle of the two Highlanders, as a result, the rearview mirrors on both sides were missing And fly.

Yang Feng drove panting, two off-road vehicles behind him, and a dozen motorcycles were chasing him.

"Shaotang, how far is it?"

He Shaotang glanced at the road sign: "Go all the way south and you will be there soon. However, let's go to the suburbs, how can Uncle Ye support you!"

"You call him again and say we are in a panic."

"I can only say that."

Not long after the asphalt pavement ended, Poussin washed up the muddy road, still a steep slope all the way up.

Highlander did not hesitate at all, and the motorcycles were also rain or shine.

Yang Feng found that He Shaotang was right. The slope was great. Fortunately, the old Poussin was driving and the suspension was adjusted to the highest level, so that he could climb up.

After walking not far, Yang Feng found from the rearview mirror in the car that the Highlander was not moving, but the motorcycle rushed up without difficulty.

Yang Feng sneered for a while, and drove forward for about one kilometer to a construction site with gravel everywhere.

"Just here." Yang Feng didn't turn off the flame, and got out of the car with a pair of iron swinging sticks.

Gao Xiaobao and He Shaotang also followed.

It was the first time that Yang Feng used this thing. Shaking his hands apart, it was less than a meter long and danced a few times. There was a sharp whistling sound in the air, his head knocked on the stone, and he retracted it, less than a foot.

"Good thing." Yang Feng raised his head to the sky, letting the frozen rain fall on his face, he said loudly: "The moon is black and the wind is high, and the cold rain is continuous. It is suitable for dry racks. Shaotang, you will hide in the car for a while A few deflated, Xiaobao and I are enough."

"Brother, your injury..."

"The injury is almost healed."

"That doesn't work either, we are brothers, I can at least block your back."

Yang Feng suddenly became proud: "Well, I'll give you my back."

Gao Xiaobao followed: "Brother He, give you my back too."

"Well, no problem, Brother Xiaobao."

Yang Feng laughed loudly, walked to the side of the car, opened the trunk, and took out a big wrench: "Shaotang, hold this one and protect yourself."

"it is good."

"Tonight, let our three brothers fight a small fight with a gang of Xiao Xiao."

As soon as the three of them were ready, dozens of motorcycles came together, lined up in a row, the headlights were panicking.

Yang Feng discovered that six of the cars were carrying people, probably Highlander.

A bald head of five short stature jumped down from the back seat of a motorcycle. The bald head was wearing down cotton, round like a ball.He glanced at the three of them: "Why don't you run away?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "I can't run anymore."

"Want to fight the sleepy beast?"

"At least let us understand."

"Want to die?" Bald head touched his head: "I'm afraid it's not that easy. I just want to die but not to die."

"So there is nothing to talk about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You people are all for money."

"This is natural."

"Then you should understand our identities."

"know a little."

"One point?" Yang Feng sneered: "This is the son of the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee. His mother has hundreds of millions of fortunes. What do you want?"

The bald head remained unmoved: "We know this, so we are not only for money, but also for loyalty."

"Yiqi, I'm afraid you were used as guns."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The bald-headed interrupted Yang Feng: "It's freezing cold in this day, and it's a quick fight."

"I remind you that the police are rushing over."

"The police need time. I think there is plenty of time to clean up you."

"You will pay for your underestimate." Yang Feng said.

He Shaotang stepped forward: "Say, did Zhao Liang or Li Qiang hire you?"

The bald head replied: "Who you think it is, he is who."

"How about you? Dare to leave a name?"

"Sorry, I'm doing a ugly business, so I cannot stay."

"Hmph, you know yourself, but you have already stepped into prison with one foot."

The bald head nodded, stopped talking, waved, four motorcycles rushed towards the three.

With the headlights on the motorcycle, Yang Feng and the others first lost the advantage on the ground.

Seeing the four motorcycles rushing over and the riders waving their weapons on the motorcycles, Yang Feng gritted his teeth and shook off his swing stick. Instead of retreating, he moved forward instead.

"Big Brother..." He Shaotang's heart was suspended.

"Don't worry." Gao Xiaobao said lightly.

Seeing Yang Feng rushing out, his bald head narrowed his narrow eyes, sneered: "I'm looking for death."

Only the next moment, he and his men's expressions were stiff.

Under the eyes of everyone, Yang Feng jumped more than one meter high, a pair of swing sticks were tapped continuously, no more than four times, and the four riders almost simultaneously exclaimed and rolled out of the car.

The car lost control, and the ground was bumpy, and soon fell to the ground and extinguished.

Yang Feng stood proudly on the spot with his nunchakus, and the surrounding riders hugged the wounds, rolling all over the floor, howling ghosts.

In just one round, Yang Feng won a pair of four.

He Shaotang couldn't help yelling, Gao Xiaobao also nodded in joy.

Lost in the first battle.

The bald head couldn't help taking a breath: "So fast, so accurate, so ruthless!"

Seeing the heartbreaking cry of his subordinates, his bald head was upset, and he waved his hand: "Go up again."

This time, four motorcycles rushed out again, Yang Feng narrowed his eyes and stood up. Unexpectedly, the four riders jumped out of the car as well, and then rushed towards Yang Feng with their weapons.

Yang Feng was in the air, whistling with his swinging stick. The two holding aluminum baseball bats and seamless steel pipes were hit in the wrists, and their weapons disappeared in the screams.

As soon as Yang Feng landed, a chain lock and an APS swing stick came over.

Yang Feng's eyes were sharp and sharp, and he swept a stick toward the wrist holding the chain lock. The person's reaction was not slow. He immediately let go, and the chain lock rotated and hit Yang Feng.

Yang Feng picked up the chain lock with one stick, but didn't want to be hit in the face by one end. Then, the two metal and non-metal swing sticks fought together, and they didn't distinguish Xuanzhen.