Sister, you miss me

"Qianqian."

Yang Feng yelled, Wang Bingqian's body was shocked, she turned her head, and then rushed over and plunged into his arms.

"I thought you were gone-hey, why are you soaked?"

Wang Bingqian cried, and suddenly stopped to ask. She wore broth-like noodle hair, a large bow-tie hairpin, and a purple evening gift without straps, showing round shoulders, slender jade arms, and slender. Calf.

Tears washed away the faint eye shadow.

Yang Feng embraced the thin waist of Yangliu she was holding with one hand, and held the sensual jade shoulder in the other, and smiled slightly: "I got wet in advance."

"Hate!" Wang Bingqian rubbed his arms, and Yang Feng felt a moment of loss of strength, so he didn't fall.

"What did you do?" Wang Bingqian looked up at him, her eyes rippling.

"Fight with a bastard." Yang Feng lowered his head and his eyes fell into a deep gully. At this angle, tusk...

"Why?" Wang Bingqian didn't seem to notice Yang Feng's gradually burning gaze.

"Oh." Yang Feng swallowed, "I almost hit me while driving, so I didn't apologize."

"Won it?"

"Nonsense, but that guy is not a vegetarian."

"Don't fight at all in the future, how much hatred can you have? In case it's good or bad, it's not worth it." At this point, Wang Bingqian gently leaned on his chest muscles: "Also, people are distressed by the bruises."

"I know it." A warm current surged through Yang Feng's heart, but he just showed a smirk.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go to the cinema." Wang Bingqian took Yang Feng's arm and walked to the car.

"I want to sleep now."

Wang Bingqian stopped, biting her ass, not daring to raise her head, and shaking his hand gently, for a long while, she said like a mosquito: "It's yours always yours. What are you worried about?"

Yang Feng knew that Wang Bingqian would be wrong, but he was too lazy to explain. There was an advertisement saying that if he is a man, he must be cruel to himself.

"boarding!"

"What are you doing?"

"Watch the movie first."

"and then?"

"you decide."

Wang Bingqian stretched out her hand and patted Yang Feng's arm. Yang Feng took a deep breath and had a fight with Jin Zhengyu's pervert inexplicably. She was really bruised!

When I got into the car and ignited, Wang Bingqian opened the door of the co-pilot, and just about to climb up, he saw nine beautiful red roses lying on the seat, and the girl's eyes suddenly became colorful.

"Who is this for?" Wang Bingqian asked knowingly.

Yang Feng smiled: "Guess."

"Where can I guess?"

"For someone who is destined."

"Do I count?"

"So-so."

"Haha, drive."

Wang Bingqian bought a ticket, which turned out to be a 3D version of "How to Train Your Dragon". After the movie opened, Yang Feng knew it turned out to be a cartoon.

Wang Bingqian was eating snacks and drinking drinks, watching with gusto. Suddenly, there was a slight snoring sound in her ears, and when she turned her head, Yang Feng was in a sound dream.

Wang Bingqian looked at the black lights all around, so she lightly leaned on Yang Feng's shoulder.

Yang Feng woke up, the movie was over, Wang Bingqian pulled him out of the screening room.

After this rest, he recovered a lot of energy, so he considered whether to rise up and turn Wang Bingqian from a girl into a sister-in-law, and make her twentieth birthday a real adult gift, making this birthday even more Significant.

The two walked towards the parking lot, very slow.

"Yang Feng, we..." Wang Bingqian spoke first.

"you decide."

Wang Bingqian took a deep breath and looked at Yang Feng's eyes: "Or..."

"it is good!"

Wang Bingqian sneered: "If they haven't said what to do, just say yes."

"It's all up to you."

"So good?"

"Good boy has candy to eat."

"Then..." Wang Bingqian secretly blamed Yang Feng for being too much. This kind of thing requires the girl's family to take the initiative, and it is somewhat reserved for others.

When Wang Bingqian was hesitating, Yang Feng's phone rang suddenly, and it was Wang Fenglin who called. Wang Fenglin did not call his granddaughter, but directly to his phone.

"Hush—" Yang Feng made a gesture: "It's your grandpa's call."

After talking, Wang Fenglin said: "Xiao Feng, it's late, send Qianqian back, you are young, and you will have a long day."

Why does Lao Wang use the term "the future will be long in Japan"?Yang Feng thought wretchedly, but immediately concluded that he was too wretched, and Lao Wang had absolutely no messy thoughts.

"Director Wang, the movie has just ended, and I'm planning to return to Zhao for you."

Before he finished speaking, the back of his feet was severely stepped on, and Yang Feng quickly stuffed his fingers into his mouth.And Wang Bingqian was frowning.

Wang Fenglin laughed and said, "Xiao Feng, you are a good young man, with ideals and pursuits, morals and perseverance, I didn't mistake you."

Yang Feng was ashamed of Wang Fenglin's generous praise.

In the car back, Wang Bingqian felt Yang Feng a little unhappy, and touched his hand holding the gear lever: "What's wrong, unhappy?"

"Yes, the plan has not changed fast."

"Hehe, I am very happy to see you disappointed."

"why?"

"People say that you won't cherish what you get easily, so I'm very fortunate that I gave it to you without impulse."

"Just calm down."

"Hehe, insincere."

Seeing Wang Bingqian's teasing, Yang Feng slammed his direction, stopped the car on the side of the road, and pushed his body over: "Give me five minutes."

"Ah—" Wang Bingqian shouted with a smile, struggling.

Yang Feng immediately sealed it with his mouth.

Wang Bingqian slowly softened, stopped struggling, and her dexterous tongue responded fiercely.

Yang Feng left her lips, watching her panting slightly, her starry eyes blurred, her slightly open chest undulating, her white tender and round shoulders trembling...

Yang Feng finally suppressed the beast in his heart: "Send you back."

Feeling a hand held gently, Yang Feng shook his head: "Can't be so rash, no."

Wang Bingqian gave Yang Feng a deep look, her eyes were soft and dripping, she unfastened her seat belt and leaned against his shoulder.

"You cherish me once, and I will pay you back for life." Wang Bingqian vowed secretly.

...

Although Wang Bingqian has not pierced the window paper, but the relationship between the two obviously goes further, just like having a husband and wife.

Even Qin Xue could see this, so before going to bed one night, Qin Xue knocked on his door.

"Brother, have you and Wang Bingqian... already..."

Yang Feng smiled so harmless and heartless: "Xiaoxue, what do you want to say?"

"You understand." Qin Xue red eyes.

"Oh, you said that, even if it is."

Qin Xue bit her lower lip and said for a while: "Okay, I accept her sister-in-law."

The younger sister's reaction was obviously unexpected. Yang Feng looked at Qin Xue: "There are no strings attached."

Qin Xue's eyes burned: "From the moment you pulled me into the house from the snow, I swear that I will never leave you in this life."

"Well, is this a contradiction?"

Qin Xue had a successful conspiracy: "She must accept me too."

"Uh..." In Yang Feng's stunned mouth, Qin Xue curled up and left.

The youth is fleeting, and it's mid-May in a blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Yang Feng had a good time, and as a result, he was completely destroyed by an overseas phone call.

The other party called early in the morning, looking at the number, it was Ai Guo's fixed line.

After Yang Feng connected, the other party said in unstandard Mandarin: "Yang Feng?"

"I am, who are you?"

"Manhattan."

"do not know."

"Haha, I am the head of Clinton Prison."

"What are you doing?"

"Uh... Recently, our prison is not financially optimistic. I want to ask when you plan to bail your father."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's put it this way, how much money do you have now?"

"Less than one million."

"Not dollars?"

"Nonsense, of course not."

"I think of one of your idioms, it's just a drop in the bucket. I heard that you are not ashamed, saying that you want to save one billion dollars in the shortest time and bail your father. This is really a joke."

Yang Feng's face blushed, and he breathed shortly, "Don't worry about it."

"Furious into anger? Yang Feng, I heard that you inherited a large sum of money, which is completely enough for bail. In this way, hello, me, hello, everyone."

"Shut up!" Yang Feng roared: "Don't worry, I will definitely earn a billion on my own in the shortest time. You wait."

Manhattan put down the receiver, half leaned back on the recliner, and shook his head at the back in the cyan gown: "Man, why bother! Then it's your son, you don't want him to live a little easier?"

Qin Zhong shook his head faintly: "He has the capital to live a comfortable and prosperous life, but he is still young, far from the time to enjoy ease. If he is content with the status quo now, he does not want to make progress, he will spend all his life all day long, and sooner or later he will become a useless person. "

"So you let me make this call to stimulate him."

"Yes, young people often lack perseverance and need to constantly put pressure on him, so that he has the motivation to continue forward. What he has now is destined to be uncommon, and his starting point is different from mine, so his future achievements should be Far above me. If not, it is a failure of education."

Manhattan "haha" smiled and said, "If you are a godfather, are you still ready to do your father's responsibility?"

Qin Zhong smiled slightly: "It seems that I am still a layman."

...

Yang Feng was really angry with this call. It can be said that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Calm down and think about it. Indeed, since the capital market retired, he actually left the matter of earning billions of dollars behind. Up.

It’s not impossible to make one billion with one billion, but making one billion with one million is tantamount to a dream.

However, what is said, is it considered that it has not been said?

Yang Feng was helpless, the phone rang again, this time it was the phone number, which Dracula called.

"Dracula, what's the matter?" Yang Feng said startledly.

"What's wrong, Xiao Feng, is sick?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "I'm fine, how are you, grandpa?"

"We are all good, how about you?"

"It was okay, but when I suddenly remembered one thing, it suddenly became bad."

"what's up?"

"One billion bail." Yang Feng said.