Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng silently packed the diary and "Memoirs", and he planned to take them away.

"Xiao Feng." Dracula opened the door, and a ray of morning sun shot in.

Yang Feng covered his eyes, adjusted to the light, and then said, "Dracula, I should go back."

Dracula thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll book you a ticket."

"I'll go back first, you stay and see how things go."

"it is good."

"Before I go back, I have to go to prison."

"No problem, I will send you a car."

In just three days, Yang Feng Er went to Clinton Prison.

Warden George ordered someone to bring Yang Feng to Qin Zhong.

Qin Zhong glanced at Yang Feng. Seeing him languishing, Qin Zhong shook his head with contempt: "Looking at your half-dead look, are you sad for losing a large amount of inheritance?"

Hearing this, Yang Feng was really sad. He frowned and looked at the man who gave him his life: "Why do you taunt me? How can this money change my life? At the moment, I have not experienced it at all."

"Then what are you doing?"

Yang Feng's gaze fell on the table: "Grandpa has passed away, I will go back too, this time I will let you see something."

"what?"

"Grandpa's memoirs."

Qin Zhong took a glance at the ten lines, and after reading it, he said in a daze: "Life is like this, resentment arises because of mistakes. When the day is cleared, life will come to an end."

"Give me things, goodbye." Yang Feng grabbed the notebook, turned and walked out with his head down.

"Little..." Qin Zhong stretched his right hand forward, and his words of comfort came to his lips, and he changed his words again: "Yang Feng, like a man, with his head held high, he walked on with a smile."

Yang Feng slowly straightened his back.

Qin Zhong stood in front of a display screen and watched Yang Feng leave by car. George sighed behind him.

Qin Zhong looked back: "What's the matter?"

"Why are you doing this? You care about him, but you still don't say anything. This is what you call implicit in the East?"

Qin Zhong shook his head: "I shouldn't break into his life."

"Now the situation has changed, and Jeffrey Barney and Duke Walter are waiting for you outside."

"Oh, what's the matter with them? Forget it, let them in."

Jeffrey Barney has pulsating blonde hair, and he said: "Sir, the killer organization in Mexico is about to move."

Black Duke Walter said: "It's the same in South Africa."

"They treat my son as Tang monk meat, and everyone wants to take a bite!" Qin Zhong was furious and paused. He looked at Barney and Walter, and said calmly: "Two drug lords, Mexico and South Africa. But for the second place, should you do something?"

Barney sneered: "People die for money, and birds die for food." He glanced at Walter, and continued: "It seems we are going to kill chickens and monkeys."

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Zhao Baogang, Executive Deputy Mayor of Longyang City, is in such a state now, and this state has been going on for a long time.

The enemy is close at hand, and he still has some money, but he can't do anything just helplessly.

As a result, he was just surpassing things, and all his colleagues could see his changes, as if he had also seen the end of his career.

Until one day, Zhao Baogang suddenly turned red, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

No one knows why, but it was just a phone call from Alpha. He regained his hope of revenge. He had a reason and meaning to live, and Zhao Baogang was resurrected.

Alpha told Zhao Baogang that Yang Feng's huge life insurance and revenge fund failed at the same time, and Yang Feng, who lost two protective shells at the same time, was easy to deal with.

Zhao Baogang contacted the top killer organizations in Europe and America. Yang Feng's head was worth 20 million US dollars, second only to the 50 million US dollar price of IS leader Harim.

Yang Feng was on the blacklist of the World Killer Organization and ranked second. He didn't know such a glorious thing.

After more than ten hours of flying and two hours of renting, Yang Feng quietly returned to his courtyard, but Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian were both here.

When Yang Feng asked, it turned out that it was Xiong Wei who started school, and the two moved out of their villa.

Qin Xue kept looking at Yang Feng and found no one. She asked, "Why didn't Dracula come back together?"

"Dracula needs to deal with some personal matters." After speaking, Yang Feng returned to his room with his luggage.

As he was packing up, Wang Bingqian knocked on the door and came in, wringing his fingers and said: "Grandpa is at home, since you are back, I should go back."

"Wait, I will clean up, let's go out for a meal, and then we will send you back."

"it is good."

The three of them found a small Sichuan restaurant and ordered two meats, two vegetarian dishes and four dishes. Yang Feng drank two bottles of Harbin beer and ate a bowl of rice.

After dinner, the brothers and sisters sent Wang Bingqian downstairs to her unit.

Wang Bingqian felt that Yang Feng's mood was a little strange, and she asked, "Xiao Feng, do you have something on your mind?"

"No, I'm fine." Yang Feng forced a smile: "Go up."

Wang Bingqian bit her lip, pushed the door and got out of the car, and ran all the way into the unit door.

On the way back, Qin Xue asked worriedly: "Brother, are you really okay?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "What can I do, I just think that I should think about it, and think about how to go in the future?"

"Could it not be clear?"

"Are you worried that I can't think about it?"

"Why would I think so?"

When he returned home, Yang Feng shut himself in the room and the light was on for one night. When Dongfang was shining, Yang Feng opened the door and he figured it out.

Life itself is a miracle, and his life is even more so. It is not easy to be able to live so big today, so there is no reason to indulge in the past.

Qin Zhong had a word, and he still agreed-with his head held high, he walked on with a smile.

Turning her head suddenly, Qin Xue was wearing thin pajamas, standing in the morning breeze, her eyes turned blue and her face could not hide her worry.

Yang Feng took a few steps forward and hugged Qin Xue into his arms.

...

In the early morning two days later, the brothers and sisters had just had breakfast, and Qin Xue was washing up when someone knocked on the door.

Yang Feng opened the courtyard door, Zhang Xinyi, who was dressed neatly and slightly flamboyant, followed by Zhang Meng and Zhang Meng's Great Wall behemoth.

The little girl wears a ponytail, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, tight-fitting grindstone blue jeans, and Adidas sneakers.

Slim, youthful, clear and pretty face, full of infinite expectations for the future.

"Big Brother Yang." Zhang Xinyi blushed pretty.

"Oh, please come in." Yang Feng withdrew his lost gaze, "You are..."

"Uncle sent me to start school, I'll say goodbye to you."

Yang Feng flipped his wrist: "It's all ten."

"Yeah. The past is always fast and sighing."

"All ready?"

"Well, just come over and say hello to Big Brother Yang."

"Well, wait a minute." Yang Feng walked into the room, and when he came out, he had an extra bank card in his hand.

"this is……"

"Agricultural Bank Jinsui Card."

...Zhang Xinyi didn't speak, her eyes began to flush.

"This is your salary card. It contains your one-year salary."

The little girl pinched the card, tears slowly overflowing from her eyes.

"Okay, don't do that. The money is not for free. You have to work for me. By the way, the big head will give you a basic salary every month, and there is absolutely no bonus." Yang Feng paused. , Smiled and said: "Um, am I a little too realistic..."

Zhang Xinyi rushed into his arms, tears welling up.

Yang Feng tied his hands: "Girl, you got me wet."

Zhang Xinyi deliberately rubbed his head, suddenly raised his head, and kissed Yang Feng on Yang Feng's side like a splash of water, and then ran out, with a light posture like a flying butterfly.

Yang Feng was fascinated, Zhang Meng sighed, "Brother Feng, how can you do this?"

"What's wrong with me?" Yang Feng didn't know why.

Zhang Meng said: "That little girl is so innocent, I think, it's right or wrong for her to marry you in this life."

"No way. I'm a master."

"So, in the future, you should properly consider the way you do things. It is best to make a roundabout. You are purely doing good deeds, and you have never thought about what you want to repay. You can just give me the money."

"Hiss-it seems that you have to pay attention to it in the future." Yang Feng nodded seriously: "I finally understand the distress of the divine eagle hero?"

"The eagle hero?"

"Yang Guo, you don't know."

"What trouble does he have?" Zhang Meng asked.

"He has a good face, a good heart, a hero who is righteous, he helps the weak, and provokes countless beauties. However, Daxia Yang is single-minded. Those beauties with deep roots can only be passionate but ruthlessly annoyed."

"Brother Feng, it's a learning tyrant, you can't do it if you don't admire it!" Zhang Meng raised his thumb, "I have also read "The Legend of Condor Heroes". Why is my understanding not as deep as you?"

Yang Feng's skin was slightly hot, and he asked, "Then do you know why Yang Guo wears a mask all day, and where did that mask come from?"

"I think it's for being cool. As for where did it come from, is this important?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "Huang Laoxie wears a mask every time he plays. Dongxie may be pretending to be mysterious or cool, but Daxia Yang is not. He specifically asked Huang Laoxie for a mask to prevent him from getting into trouble for no reason. Love debt."

"Brother Feng, you are so long-winded, I really want to understand."

"What do you know?"

"You mean you also need to wear the entire mask."

Yang Feng rolled his eyes: "I don't feel so good about myself."

Seeing Zhang Meng smiled meaningfully, Yang Feng blushed and waved his hand: "Go, go, don't delay."

The evening of September 14.

After dinner, Yang Feng walked into Yang Zhantian’s room. He sat for a long time and muttered: "Dad, Xiaoxue and I are going to school soon, do you know? We will keep this room forever, welcome Come back anytime."

After getting on the bus, he went to Zhao Qianyu's farmyard.

The small courtyard is clean and tidy.

Yang Feng was a little surprised, but did not delve into it. He punched a Hongquan under the moon. After his body was slightly warm, he sat under the grape rack and looked at the bright moon through the purple grapes, and the bright moon appeared before him Zhao Qianyu's voice and smile.

"Uncle Zhao, we will always be together."