Sister, you miss me

Monday was a sunny day.

The sun hasn't come out yet, the sky is a thousand miles and a blue, and there is no trace of cloud.

The Yang's small courtyard exudes a strong aroma of food and a touch of parting.

Yang Feng and Dracula are ready to go.

Yang Feng’s luggage is a Samsonite four-wheeled suitcase, and all the clothing items are prepared by Qin Xue.

Dracula made two large boxes, one filled with clothes and belongings, and the other filled with local specialties.

Five people were sitting at the dinner table and eating, only Qin Xue was absent-minded.

However, Yang Feng found that Qin Xue was very good and did not ask him any questions.

Breakfast was finally finished, Dracula and Hong Tianjiao put the suitcases on the Grand Cherokee, and then Hong Tianjiao got into the driving seat.

Dracula was just about to get into the car and was pulled by Yang Zhantian. Yang Zhantian looked hot and said in a deep voice, "Dracula, don't forget your promise."

Dracula pretended to be confused: "What promise?"

Yang Zhantian smiled coldly and approached Dracula: "Do you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge? Can I let Xiaofeng's itinerary be ruined."

Dracula's face changed: "Zhan Tian, ​​I know you must be joking, okay, I am a gentleman, with a word from a gentleman, it's hard to chase a horse."

Yang Zhantian said indifferently: "I can do it for myself."

After Dracula got in the car, Yang Feng took Yang Zhantian and Qin Xue's hands and said, "Dad, I'll be back as soon as I go. One week will pass quickly. Xiaoxue, I'm not at home, help me take care of Dad."

Yang Zhantian patted the back of Yang Feng's hand: "Don't worry at home, go out, and behave in the world, but I want to be ashamed."

Qin Xue took Yang Feng's hand, tears in her eyes: "Brother, can you do it alone? You don't know how to wash your clothes."

Yang Feng's face blushed, but he couldn't bear to blame his sister.

Qin Xue continued: "I have prepared six or seven sets of personal clothing for you, enough for a week to change, bring the dirty clothes back, I will wash them for you, and..."

The younger sister continued, Yang Feng had to find a seam to get in, so he interrupted Qin Xue with a big hug, then turned back into the car and waved goodbye.

...

Hong Tianjiao drove, Dracula sat in the passenger seat, and Yang Feng sat behind the driver. This was the position of the boss and the safest position.

Because it was early in the morning, there were few vehicles on the road after entering the highway, Hong Tianjiao kept the upper limit speed, rushing.

There are boundless wheat fields on both sides of the highway, and huge billboards stand in the wheat fields. What you see in your eyes are all flying backwards, like floating lights and shadows.

Yang Feng looked into the distance, the vast land, winding mountains, the sky far away... and his thoughts drifted away.

Yang Feng knew that going abroad this time would start a new life.

...

Yang Family Courtyard.

Yang Zhantian lighted up a cigarette for the first time, took a sip, couldn't help coughing, and took another sip. It was obviously better. At the third puff, he swallowed the cigarette into his lungs and spit out a thick puff.

Qin Xue held Xueji and stared at her father.

Yang Zhantian frowned and said, "Girl, why are you looking at me like this? What time is it? Hurry up and wash the dishes and go to school."

"Dad, what is his identity?"

"This……"

"If you make up a lie, then forget it."

Yang Zhantian took a deep breath, spit out a round smoke ring, staring into Qin Xue's eyes and said solemnly: "Xiaoxue, your brother's identity is secret, and it's about the safety of his life. Dad can tell you, as long as you know it. Don't tell anyone else."

Qin Xue nodded his head: "I promise."

Yang Zhantian exhaled a deep breath, and turned his eyes to the vast and endless sky, his voice filled with a deep reminiscence: "Your brother's identity, I have to talk about it from 20 years ago..."

Qingyun International Airport, Shunan Province, there are three quite luxurious terminal buildings, T1, T2, T3.

Since it is called Qingyun International Airport, why can't it go out directly? Regarding this question, Yang Feng consulted Dracula.

Dracula shook his head: "I only know that customs clearance can only be handled at one or two important airports."

Yang Feng curled his lips, his eyes frozen suddenly.

At the gate of T2 terminal, Zhang Zetian stood tall and slim, and the spring breeze blew her hair and scarf, turning the corners of her windbreaker.

Bright eyes look forward, as elegant as a fairy.

"Big Brother Yang." Zhang Zetian had just stepped down, and Gao Xiaoyu, who was also dressed up, walked quickly, and was followed by a beautiful woman wearing a ground crew uniform with a humble attitude.

According to Yang Feng's visual observation, the woman was at least twice as old as Zhang Zetian.

Yang Feng couldn't help sighing, years are really a ruthless demon knife @

A woman is extremely beautiful regardless of her body and facial features. When she was young, she must be a beautiful woman out of a million. However, no matter how delicate makeup, she could not conceal the true annual rings carved by the demon knife.

While Yang Feng is observing women, women are also observing him. In women's hearts, the person who can let Gao Xiaoyu's mother and daughter wait in person is rare in Shunan Province. Is it Xiaotian's sweetheart?

The gossiping woman cast her gaze on Yang Feng's entourage, Hong Tianjiao was brilliant and heroic, Dracula's eyes were deep and calm, so the woman became more determined in her own thoughts.

At this time, Gao Xiaoyu broke the silence and said: "Xiao Feng, are you here?"

Yang Feng nodded: "Auntie, Xiaotian, wait a long time!"

Zhang Zetian smiled and shook his head: "We came early. It was just eleven o'clock, and you were very punctual."

Gao Xiaoyu nodded: "Xiaofeng, let Manager Lin see your ticket."

Hong Tianjiao hurriedly offered the ticket, and the woman called Manager Lin took it with trepidation, and said, "I can arrange the VIP passage for the plane at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, so if there is no delay, there will be one hour and fifty minutes."

"Big Brother Yang, is there enough time?" Zhang Zetian finished asking, and her white and flawless face immediately flew up with two breathtaking blushes. Obviously, she also felt that these words were a bit ambiguous.

Yang Feng smiled and nodded: "I can do it right, where is the room I want?"

"Xiao Feng, right? Get to know. My name is Lin Qingqing. From now on, I will take a plane and look for me directly." Even though he admired Yang Feng's toughness and vigor in his heart, Lin Qingqing reached out to him.

"Thank you Sister Lin." Yang Feng gently squeezed Lin Qingqing's little hand.

"Xiao Feng's mouth is so sweet."

"How about you try it." Yang Feng almost blurted out these words. Fortunately, Gao Xiaoyu was a little impatient: "Manager Lin, take them to the room you arranged."

"Okay, Sister Xiao Yu."

Lin Qingqing led the way, and a group of people followed closely. Without taking two steps, Yang Feng stopped and said, "Manager Lin, the room doesn't need to be too big, but it's better to bring a bathroom. It's better to be quiet."

Lin Qingqing stared at Yang Feng, ran past 10,000 grass-and-mud horses in her heart, and finally smiled like a flower: "Wrap it on my sister."

Zhang Zetian flushed with shame, Gao Xiaoyu gritted his teeth with anger, Hong Tianjiao knew a little bit of the inside story, and forbeared a smile, Dracula was the second monk who was confused, but he sincerely admired Yang Feng's ability to pick up girls.

There was a row of rooms next to the manager's room. Lin Qingqing opened the next room and invited Yang Feng in.

Yang Feng looked inside, nodded slightly, and preached to Lin Qingqing: "Manager Lin, please arrange a place for me to rest."

Lin Qingqing was stunned for a moment, because she felt the element of arrogance, but soon she was relieved and nodded happily: "Xiao Feng, busy with you, sister will arrange it."

Yang Feng said to Zhang Zetian again: "Xiaotian, you go in and take a bath, I'll come in right away."

Zhang Zetian blamed: Brother Yang, do you have to say so ambiguous?She gave Yang Feng a fierce look and walked into the room.

Gao Xiaoyu took Yang Feng's hand and sneered: "Xiaofeng, Xiaotian will leave it to you, don't let me down."

Yang Feng smiled and nodded: "Definitely."

Hong Tianjiao and Dracula were sent to the VIP room to rest.

Gao Xiaoyu pulled Lin Qingqing with a serious tone: "Qingqing, I want to see the scene in the room, you must have a way!"

"Sister Xiao Yu, what are you talking about?" Lin Qingqing failed to comprehend it for a while.

Gao Xiaoyu's tone was cold: "I said, I want to know Yang Feng's every move, I want to see clearly what he did to my daughter, you should be able to meet my requirements!"

Lin Qingqing's eyes widened, she took a breath, and said to her heart how you mother-in-law had such a special hobby.

"Qing Qing."

"Oh, yes, there must be, and must be satisfied."

Gao Xiaoyu nodded and asked, "I can only see it, right?"

Lin Qingqing wiped a cold sweat: "Of course, it must be so."

Lin Qingqing led Gao Xiaoyu into her office, clicked on the video surveillance in the computer, and said, "The room next to it is a temporary rest place for the stewardess. For the sake of management, I can see it here, Miss Xiao Yu, would you like me to help? ."

"No, you have to go out."

Lin Qingqing hesitated for a moment, and said, "Yes."

Gao Xiaoyu stared at the screen with anxiety. There was only one absent-minded Yang Feng. Not long after, the figure of his daughter appeared on the screen, and Gao Xiaoyu clenched both fists suddenly.

Being close at hand, seeing with his own eyes, Yang Feng was shocked because of the thrilling beauty in front of him.

Zhang Zetian's beauty is out of the bath, hibiscus is full of dew, and his skin is damp, steaming, and glowing with healthy redness.

Zhang Zetian's black hair was drooping, and he was wrapped in a snow-white bath towel, nothing else.

Zhang Zetian has a slender neck, round shoulders, and his arms are as straight, fair and slender as his legs.

Zhang Zetian always turned his back to Yang Feng, but from Gao Xiaoyu's perspective, he could see his daughter Xiaotian's bloody pretty face.

When Gao Xiaoyu saw her daughter sitting down slowly on a square stool, hesitating to untie the bath towel, and showing her beautiful back in front of the unfamiliar Yang Feng, Gao Xiaoyu was outraged.

Daughter Xiaotian is still as pure as a blank sheet of paper because of physical problems. Damn Yang Feng, what rude request did he make, and what is he going to make?

Gao Xiaoyu found that Xiaotian's body was trembling slightly, but the hateful Yang Feng still stretched out his clutches and fell on his daughter's holy beauty.

"Stop!" Gao Xiaoyu stood up suddenly, going to stop Yang Feng's evil deeds.

Suddenly, Gao Xiaoyu's figure froze, her eyes widened, staring at the monitor screen incredibly.

Yang Feng's palm kept a distance of one or two centimeters from her daughter's back. Just in this square inch of space, Gao Xiaoyu saw the pulsating stars.

In an instant, Gao Xiaoyu shed tears.