Sister, you miss me

Zhao Baogang saw all the surveillance videos from Liu Yuhu. Liu Yuhu truthfully told the culprit who led to Zhao Liang’s tragic death. When Zhao Baogang heard the name Yang Feng, he was silent for three minutes. His chest was full of anger and hatred fission. Finally, he only asked. One sentence: "Does my father-in-law know?"

Liu Yuhu said, "Of course."

"Then what is his attitude?"

"No attitude. Therefore, we are also very embarrassed."

Wei Buman questioned: "Why don't you deal with it according to law?"

Liu Yuhu said: "Vice Mayor Zhao, Miss Wei, I also have difficulties. This is no longer a simple traffic accident, but I can only handle traffic cases. Yang Feng's kid did have two sons, and he actually took out a living one from the stomach of the dead. The baby is only six months old, and even the obstetrics and gynecology specialists at the provincial hospital say this is a miracle."

Zhao Baogang looked at Liu Yuhu gloomily: "What do you say has anything to do with this case?"

Liu Yuhu said: "It was Deputy Director Tong who was pregnant with his daughter-in-law who was six months pregnant. The death was terrible. As a result, Yang Feng was forced to death..." He paused and continued: "Save him again. Sun Tzu, therefore, I think Tong Dabao is subjectively passive."

Wei Buman said: "No, I'm going to ask my father, how can such a criminal be allowed to get away with it, who does he think he is? Who gives him this power on behalf of the heavenly hero?"

Zhao Baogang fell silent, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

Liu Yuhu discovered that Wei Buman was bluffing. It is estimated that he was a fool, but Zhao Baogang was afraid that he would do something amazing.

There is a saying that a dog that bites will not bark.

...

Since he couldn't wait to deal with it, Yang Feng consciously returned to Chunyang County.

And Zhao Liang, the poor test-tube baby, died young, leaving his loved ones infinite pain.

When all the insiders were surprised that Wei Jin did not respond, Secretary Wei finally responded.

On the eve of Zhao Liang's burial, Ye Weiyang, the highest-end club in the province, was closed, and all drug-related places in the provincial capital were investigated and punished.

Gao Ming stayed at home for two days, the door was not open, the phone was turned off, the landline was unplugged, the computer was disconnected, and he was completely isolated from the outside world. He was drunk all day long.

In two days, Gao Ming's hair turned half gray.

...

After dealing with his son's funeral, Zhao Baogang quietly returned to Longyang City and returned to his job.

As soon as Zhao Liang died, Wei Buman and Zhao Baogang lost the last link in the relationship between Wei Buman and Zhao Baogang.

With a sad heart, Wei Buman returned to Shangfeng Shangshui, where Song Xiaobao was waiting for her.

Song Xiaobao still had a few patches of dredging on his face, but his eyes were tender.

Wei Buman threw himself directly into the arms of a man ten years younger than her, lingering to death, Wei Buman cried hoarse in the convulsions.

The two hugged each other intimately, and Song Xiaobao said softly to comfort him, suddenly his ears trembled, and he felt that someone had opened the door.

"Who?" Song Xiaobao had a guilty conscience.

Wei Buman looked up at the door. A tall man in camouflage uniforms and military boots pushed open the open door. He had thick eyebrows and a black mole on the center of his eyebrows. He could not see the sadness and joy of the world in his eyes. A cold sword.

"Who are you?" Wei Buman asked tremblingly.

The man's expression was stiff and his tone of voice was mechanical: "It looks like it's over, it just doesn't disturb your interest."

"What are you doing..."

Song Xiaobao didn't finish a sentence before being pinched by the back of his neck with a big hand.

The man mentioned Song Xiaobao mercilessly. After Song Xiaobao and Wei Buman rejoiced, they were still inextricably connected, and this time they were all broken.

"No!" Wei Buman stretched out his hand to stop, Song Xiaobao was already severely pinched to the ground.

"Ah--" The pain in his heart caused Song Xiaobao to cry.The perverted force of the camouflage uniform was so powerful that he felt his hip bones broke.

Song Xiaobao hurriedly twisted his body, but saw a big foot stepping on him, and a forty-three yard big foot stepped on his dark crotch.

"Puff puff" with two soft sounds, Song Xiaobao rolled his eyes and died.

The man in the camouflage uniform withdrew his big foot, and Wei Buman, who was not pale with the flower on the punch, glanced at it, smiled coldly, and Shi Shiran left.

The anti-theft door snapped shut, Wei Buman shook his body and glanced at Song Xiaobao who was curled up on the ground. His crotch was covered in blood and a mess. She bent her legs and shrank in the corner of the bed.

There are countless thoughts in my mind, the only thing I haven't thought about is calling the police.

...

River Beach Villa.

After Zhao Baogang vented his pain and anger on the little nanny, he hid in the dark room next door, clutched his cheeks, and cried bitterly.

After crying for a long time, Zhao Baogang raised his face and looked at the night view of Longjiang through the window. He gritted his teeth and muttered: "Qin Zhong, you killed me, and your son killed my son again. You let me cut off my sons and grandchildren. You are better off—"

At the end, it became a silent clamor.

...

Tong Xiaofei told Yang Feng about Wei Jin’s reaction. What he meant was that you should eat and drink instead of mediocre people.Tong Xiaofei also said that although the Grand Cherokee is terrible, but the engine water tank is good, he modified it and sent it to Yang Feng himself.

Seeing that by the end of June, Yang Feng began to consider his trip to Hong Kong.

In the past two days, I couldn't find Gaoming anyway, and the phone couldn't get through. I asked Hao Liang, but I couldn't ask. So Yang Feng didn't expect Gao Ming to escape so thoroughly, even if nothing happened, he would have to escape.

Fengxue Group finally got 100 million US dollars in venture capital. Dracula made a big deal as soon as he got it. In order to develop business, he directly rented the top floor of Chunyang Hotel for office reception.

The typical representative of Xueba electronic products-the Xueba tablet has produced five yuan, and Dracula gave it to Yang Feng and others to try it out, hoping that they would put forward useful suggestions and opinions for improvement.

These heavenly kings Bingqian and Qin Xue were not idle either. They summarized and refined the notes of the owners of the Rockets, and Dracula also contacted the publisher.

All in all, Fengxue Group is now thriving and has a bright future.

At lunch that day, Dracula said: "Xiaofeng, since you guys don't have any good suggestions, the tablet generation of the student masters will be finalized in this way, and I will arrange OEM to step up production immediately."

"You are the CEO, you decide." Yang Feng put a piece of chicken wings for Dracula.

Dracula took a bite and said with a smile: "It's okay for you to be the shopkeeper, but I have one more request."

"You said."

"We, you guys, speak for yourself, so that it will be more convincing."

Yang Feng looked at Qin Xue, Qin Xue smiled, and Yang Feng shrugged: "I have no opinion."

"If this advertisement is to be broadcast on CCTV, you have to hire an advertising company with some weight to shoot, Xiaofeng, do you have the resources for this."

"Where do I have it?"

Dracula thought for a while: "Contact your Aunt Feng, she is the chairman of a large company, and she must have this relationship."

Yang Feng touched Qin Xue with his elbow: "Secret Dong, leave it to you."

"Me?" Qin Xue's expression was wonderful, and she nodded for a while: "Okay."

After the meal, Yang Feng returned to the room, holding a copy of "Internal Classics Miscellaneous Preface", pacing back and forth, believing in his head.

The death of Lai Haoren is still a mystery. Since Fengxue Group has become a major profit and tax operator in Chunyang County, the voice of questioning Yang Feng has hardly been heard.

Gao Ming fell into the indecent video door, and Zhao Liang became the lonely ghost of the third ring road in the provincial capital. These were all his actions, Yang Feng.

However, Gao Ming still doesn't know that Zhao Liang may be dead, and he doesn't know who killed him.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng shook his head. Wei Jin's attitude also made him puzzled. Could this be the case?

There was a strong knock on the door, Yang Feng said to come in, Hong Tianjiao opened the door.

"Something?"

Being uncomfortable with Yang Feng’s straight gaze, Hong Tianjiao subconsciously pulled on the camisole to cover up the career line a little, and then said: "Big Brother Yang, Dai Di said, Gao Ming is something, he simply stopped No, if you still don’t know what to do, you might as well go meet someone."

"Who?"

"Zhao Qianyu, Political Commissar of the People's Armed Forces Department of the county."

"he……"

"He is Daddy's former comrade in arms. Last time you saved Xiaodie, I borrowed a sniper rifle from him."

"That's it." Yang Feng thought for a while, and said: "Jiaojiao, you will prepare two Longjiang Daqu, two catties, and make some cooked food. As soon as the sun sets, visit Political Commissar Zhao with me."

"it is good."

...

Willow heads on the moon, people meet after dusk.Not only for practical men and women.

Zhao Qianyu has a small courtyard by the river. When the sky is full of sunset, a white Land Rover Aurora stopped at the door of the courtyard.

This was newly bought by Hong Tianjiao. Yang Feng said that the Grand Cherokee crashed in the provincial capital. She didn't ask much, and went straight to mention this one.

At that time, Yang Feng had only one idea: rich is human nature.

Yang Feng and Hong Tianjiao got out of the car. Zhao Qianyu was wearing a cyan gown and standing there with a smile, giving people a sense of being out of the world.

"Xiao Feng is here."

"Commissar Zhao."

Zhao Qianyu shook his head: "If you can call Hong Tian, ​​you should call me like that."

"Uncle Zhao is good." Yang Feng called.

People must pay attention to the relationship between people. Yang Feng felt very kind and comfortable when he first saw Zhao Qianyu.

Zhao Qianyu glanced at the wine and vegetables in Hong Tianjiao's hands, and embraced Yang Feng's shoulders affectionately, and smiled: "You come to Uncle here, and you still use your own wine and vegetables? That's fine, we have to settle it tonight."

Follow Zhao Qianyu to the depths of the small courtyard, along the way, maple vines, biluo, Zhilan, and Xiuzhu sway in the wind; a stupid dog, two native chickens, and a few pots of wild chrysanthemums make this small courtyard full of rural flavor.

Soon, the three of them walked to the end of the small courtyard. It was a "pavilion" with vines crawling all over the pillars. In the pavilion, on the homemade stove, lamb skewers were crackling and dripping with oil, mixed with cumin and chili noodles. The smell of meat came.

"Come and sit down." Zhao Qianyu greeted.

"Uncle Zhao, where is the kitchen, I'll go and serve the cold dishes." Hong Tianjiao asked.

Zhao Qianyu pointed to Hong Tianjiao and pulled Yang Feng to sit down.

Yang Feng looked around, taking a deep breath, Tao Ran among them.

Zhao Qianyu smiled faintly: "Xiao Feng, how is Uncle Zhao's courtyard?"

Yang Feng opened his eyes and asked instead, "Uncle Zhao, have you always lived alone?"

Zhao Qianyu stared at Yang Feng for a long time, and said, "Why do you ask?"