Sister, you miss me

The next morning, Yang Feng was the first to get up. He didn't open the hanger last night. He drank a little and his head was dizzy.

Looking at the other three, none of them woke up.

Yang Feng checked it, but was drunk and it didn't matter.

The wine reflects character. Last night, it was the first time that everyone sat together and had a drink. At least they didn't get rid of anything. Yang Feng thought that a few roommates were worth a visit.

Rubbing his temples, lighting up the screen of the phone, a news headline, only seeing a headline, Yang Feng froze.

The news headline read: Clinton Prison, the world's most heavily guarded prison, turned into a mountain range.

Shaking his fingers to open the full text, Yang Feng glanced at the ten lines, and then understood the future of the dragon.

At this time, the call came in, Yang Feng instinctively connected, and Dracula's painful voice came out: "Xiao Feng, have you seen it."

"Not really." Yang Feng's voice trembled with a trace.

"It's true. I'm nearby now. I didn't expect Clinton Prison to be built on an extinct volcano. Seismic experts predicted that the volcano would erupt again in 50 years. The authorities have been studying the overall relocation of the prison.

"Fifty years, then why..."

"It is currently believed to be the explosion of the natural gas pipeline underneath. The huge energy awakened the dead volcano."

"Is there any evidence?"

"The warden George was out on business, and when the helicopter flew over the prison, he heard a loud noise. He immediately took off and fled, only to escape."

"Are there any survivors?"

"No, nothing. The boiling magma swallowed everything." Dracula paused and continued: "According to George, none of the guards on duty was spared."

"I'm going to have a look, I must go and see."

"I'll arrange it." Dracula said.

Yang Feng wrote a request for leave, placed it in a prominent place in the dormitory, and sent another text message to the four groups, saying that he had to leave for a while and let them take care of themselves. The text message was sent and there were calls.

Yang Feng looked at it. It was Beidu's number. After the call was connected, a female voice was heard: "Hello, Mr. Yang Feng, this is Xiaoqi from the Public Relations Department of Falcon Airlines. Please prepare to go to Beidu International Airport. The plane is ready to take off at any time."

"Thank you."

"It's an honor to serve you. Keep in touch."

"See you first." Yang Feng closed the line, secretly sighing Dracula's abnormal work efficiency.

I didn't think much about it, but took all the necessary documents, went out of the school gate, took a taxi and went straight to the airport.

...

Longxiang International Kindergarten is located at the core of Longxiang International's large-scale community. As the saying goes, it is not rich for three generations. Longxiang International is the best proof.

Twenty years ago, Longxiang International was at its peak and was one of the top real estate developers in Beidu. The soul was the late father of the current chairman Long Chenbo, Long Xiaotian. In addition to real estate, he also engaged in automobile sales and involved in various industries. Big family and big business.

But now, the business has gradually declined before it reaches the grandchildren.

We are not rich for three generations, but poor for five generations. If we are poor, we can turn over sooner or later, and sooner or later we will be able to rise to the top.

Longxiang International Kindergarten is an anomaly. Although it is at the core of Longxiang International Community and has a unique geographical location, it is not an industry of Longxiang International.

Kindergarten is Dong Jiayi’s property. It was 20 years ago, and it is now.

After 20 years of development, Longxiang International Kindergarten has become one of the best kindergartens in Beidu. It has strong teachers and complete software and hardware facilities. Only one thing makes parents not comfortable. There are many orphans in the kindergarten.

However, things often have two sides. Many parents think in reverse, since Yuanfang is caring for orphans, what else can he say to his children?

Dong Jiayi began to take in orphans when she was less than twenty years old. She used her immature shoulders to support these unfortunate children with a clear sky, and used her knowledge to train them, teach them how to behave, and teach them how to behave. grateful.

After taking over the kindergarten, Dong Jiayi has gone even further and spared no effort in adopting orphans.

For more than two decades, many of the first orphans have taken to work, become elites of the times, pillars of the country, and many get married, have children, and set up businesses. Dong Jiayi still has orphans waiting to be fed.

These children are unfortunate because they became orphans for one reason or another. Their childhoods should have been spent in social welfare institutions and they ate social assistance. Even if their childhood was not gray, they would never be colorful, and many of them would enter early. The society is self-reliant.

When they met Dong Jiayi, they became lucky. Dong's mother gave them selfless care, allowing them to grow up like countless normal children, perfecting their personality and becoming optimistic and confident.

To this end, Dong Jiayi has won many awards, and the "Top Ten Youth", "March 8th Red Flag Bearer", "Moral Model", etc., have won widespread respect from the whole society.

For more than 20 years, more than a thousand children have gone out from Dong Jiayi. These children always miss her kindness. On several important festivals each year, Dong Jiayi's house is always full of friends and several phones are completely busy.

Every time at this time, Dong Jiayi thinks that everything she has given is worth it.

He Shiran, the leader of the second class, just walked to the door of the principal's office and stopped when she saw Mother Dong was making a call.

Dong Jiayi, who was not confused just now, still has the charm. In He Shiran’s memory, "mother" has always been the most beautiful. Although she is young, she always has a kind smile on her face, and an old man sits on her straight nose. The flower mirror adds a bit of intelligence.

He Shiran was one of the children adopted by Dong Jiayi. When she was very young, she aspired to be like Dong's mother. Of course, she also had the idea of ​​helping Dong's mother to share the burden. So she passed the preschool education major of Beidu Normal University and studied Advanced preschool education knowledge, then gave up the opportunity to study abroad, resolutely returned to the kindergarten to teach.

What made He Shiran didn't expect was that the younger brother Wang Datong was particularly attached to her, and Dong's mother did not seem to object.

He Shiran shook her head and saw Dong Jiayi put down her phone in the office and was using a piece of tissue to wipe her tears. She hurriedly pushed the door in, "Mom, what happened to you? What happened?"

Dong Jiayi smiled and said, "Xiao Ran, it's okay, it was not done by Ming."

"What happened to Ming Rang?"

"After graduating from Beiqing University, he went to Harvard University to study for master's and doctoral degrees, majoring in chemistry. This year, he won the nation's highest young scientist award. Today, he will accept the award from the President of the United States."

"Wow, Ming Rang is awesome!" He Shiran couldn't help but said, "But mom, this is a good thing. It should be celebrated. Why are you crying?"

"I am happy and touched. Ming Rang called me this phone before he was on the podium. He told me on the phone, thanking me for raising me, thanking me for strict requirements from his childhood, he said there is no such thing. Without developing his rigorous attitude in scientific research, he will not be able to achieve what he is today."

With red eyes, He Shiran hugged Dong Jiayi's neck tightly, and said softly: "Yes, mother is a great man. People are full of peaches and plums. You are children at home and abroad, so you should stand on the highest podium of mankind. ."

"Bad girl, what nonsense!" Dong Jiayi wiped the corner of her eyes, scolded with a smile, and suddenly asked: "By the way, girl, are you looking for me?"

"Oh, yes," He Shiran patted his head, "Lele is in the hospital, I want to see."

"Which Lele?"

"Ruan Changle."

"Is it Ms. Gan's grandson?"

"Yes."

"is it serious?"

"I didn't say on the phone, so I was a little worried."

"I will go with you."

"Okay, then I'll go drive."

...

Yang Feng got off the rental, a graceful beauty in uniform bowed slightly, making no secret of her career line, "You must be Mr. Yang Feng."

"Are you Xiaoqi?"

"Yes." Xiaoqi said: "Mr. Yang Feng, the airport has opened a VIP channel for you, please follow me."

This is a G550 business jet. After Yang Feng registered, he was unsmiling. Xiaoqi, who accompanied and shook his head throughout the process, failed very much and directly doubted his charm.

However, the more so, Xiaoqi became more curious. For example, she thought, how much money does Yang Feng have? Even if a large company charters a plane, it is still a team, and this gentleman is just one person. Need a charter?Is it too much money to panic?The thinking of the rich is really unpredictable.

It's a pity that Yang Feng doesn't say anything. It can also be said to be incomprehensible. In short, it is impossible to explain Xiaoqi's doubts.

...

Zhao Baogang has been living in the office for nearly a month, and he has eaten in the office canteen. He is not trimmed, but he has established a diligent image of the office as his home.

But this is just a superficial appearance. Secretary Han Qi knows that Zhao Baogang is now impoverished, and the villa is also sold, and there is nowhere to go.

Han Qi didn't know how Zhao Baogang could be like this, but fortunately, he is still the executive deputy mayor, so he doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Zhao Baogang originally had some money in his hand, but it was less than 20 million US dollars. He mortgaged all the assets under his name, such as villas, cars, and so on. Only then did he raise enough for the down payment of the killer organization, but he did not expect to throw a lot of tickets out and didn’t hear There was a sound.

After communicating with Alpha to no avail, Zhao Baogang became in his current state, like a walking dead, uncut, and regardless of his image, he was a monk for a day and hit the clock.

Although the members of the Standing Committee had quite a bit of criticism behind their backs, Zhao Baogang's qualifications were there. The mayor and the secretary of the municipal party committee did not say anything, and others were not easy to sway their lips.

At this moment, Zhao Baogang was on three poles a day, but Zhao Baogang was not awake from a hangover. He lay there slumbering, drooling over a large pool.

Seeing the time of the routine standing committee, secretary Han Qi gently pushed open the boss' door. First, he smelled a strong alcohol and shrugged his nose. He sighed gently, and took out a few pieces of tissue paper to wipe Zhao Baogang's Drooling, and went out lightly.

As a secretary, Han Qi did not disturb the boss's dreams.

As an executive deputy mayor, Zhao Baogang is about participating in the Standing Committee, which is also three days of fishing and two days of surfing the net.

Han Qi is accustomed to this matter, and the Standing Committee team and Zhao Baogang are also accustomed to it.

In both fantasy and reality, Zhao Baogang saw that the enemy's father and son were shot into candied haws. Zhao Baogang almost fainted with excitement. He was about to step forward to check if the two enemies were dead. The sharp ringing of the landline awakened him.

Zhao Baogang suddenly raised his head. First of all, he felt that the light was dazzling. He raised his hand to block the bright sunshine, looked at the caller ID of the landline, and immediately answered it.