Sister, you miss me

"Pu Zhongsheng, you are enough, I think you are sincere today." Yang Feng began to roll up his sleeves.

The atmosphere just eased a bit, and the boy became nervous again, and Yang Feng decided to give this thorn a long memory.

"Fourth!" Jin Zishan shook his head with a heavy face, "The bell is right, it's a fact."

After that, Jin Zishan turned around sadly and left the dormitory. Yang Feng, with a dark face, pointed at Pu Zhongsheng on the upper bunk, and then walked out.

"How about it, let's not fight!" Seeing the two come out, Wang Datong immediately leaned forward.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone is an adult, civilized, and identifiable person. How can you do it? What's more, Mr. Wang, what you said is right. We all cherish this brotherhood and we have settled down. "

"But..." Wang Datong grumbled at the silent Jinzi Shannu, and he stopped talking.

Jin Zishan felt it. He raised his head and smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, I'm just thinking, how can I stop my countrymen from starving."

At this moment, tears flashed in Jin Zishan's eyes.But soon, he raised his head, and when he looked over again, he saw no more sadness or joy in his eyes. He said, "You follow me and eat."

"It's nothing to leave," Yang Feng said, "Lao Wang will go with you, and I will stay with the second child."

"The fourth child, you go, I will stay, the third child's uncle is too strong, I can't bear it." Wang Datong said with a smile.

"Then what do you eat, I will pack it for you, roast duck, lamb scorpion?" Yang Feng asked.

"No, I'm with my second child, let's go." Wang Datong smiled and pushed the two out.

"Wait, I'll get some gifts." Yang Feng walked into the dormitory, and soon came out, walking out of the boys' apartment with Jin Zishan.

Yang Feng took the car, Jin Zishan climbed onto the co-driver, and the car drove out of the campus.

On the way, Jin Zishan said: "Yang Feng, I know my second child will not go, and my uncle will not welcome him. Now I am just worried whether I can stay in the 007 dormitory or even Beiqing University."

"You worry about your uncle..."

"And my father."

Yang Feng nodded, expressing understanding.

Jin Zishan said, "Do you know the boss of North Korean restaurant Kim?"

"I heard it, isn't Jin Yulong his father?"

Jin Zishan nodded: "He has returned to China, and his father may execute him because of the defect of the employee."

"What!" Yang Feng was taken aback.

"I don't want to. I'm trying my best to mediate, and even I admit that my responsibility is greater, but I am afraid it is difficult to shake my father's determination to kill a hundred."

At a red light ahead, Yang Feng stopped, took a long breath, turned his head to look at Jin Zishan, and said: "Zhen Zishan, I believe you will be able to become an outstanding leader in the future."

Jin Zishan laughed "pouch" and said: "Suddenly I remembered a very interesting sentence called fart-stock decides thinking. Maybe when I sit in that position, the angle and way of thinking about problems are different from now, maybe I will make Father made the same decision."

Yang Feng shrugged helplessly, "Have you finished writing that paper?"

"No, don't write anymore." Jin Zishan shook his head.

"why?"

"An article cannot save a country."

Jin Xianjun stayed in the presidential suite at 8888 for one night. As Jin Zishan's uncle, this arrangement was reasonable. If it were in ancient times, he would be a relative of the emperor.

The attendant was very polite to Jin Zishan, even a little frightened. He arranged the two on the sofa in the living room, and then said: "Mr. is swimming, you guys wait a moment, I'll call him."

"No, do you have a swimsuit? Give me a set." Jin Zishan said with a look of memory, "I forgot when was the last time I swam with my uncle."

On the way to the swimming pool, the gold character chattered endlessly: "Yang Feng, you saw me excited in class today. Uncle is my spiritual godfather and the person I admire most besides my father. He suddenly came and gave I was a big surprise."

On the fifth floor of the hotel, in a swimming pool 30 meters long and 20 meters wide, a bloated body "dog shaver" slowly moved forward.

The swimming pool is reserved.

There is a scale on the side of the swimming pool, one meter, one meter five, and one meter eight at the deepest point.

At this time, Kim Hyun Joon, who was wearing swimming trunks and a watermelon skin swimming cap, swam to a depth of about one meter and seven meters, and Jin Zishan called "Uncle".

The voice is full of excitement, excitement, kindness, and joy.

Jin Hyun Joon slowly turned sideways, his smile had not yet burst, and he immediately froze on his face, then his body sank, choked on water, and then shouted "Help...Um" and "Life...Um", and fluttered in the water.

The attendant, Jin Zishan, and the security officer went forward and then plunged into the water. Jin Hyun Joon's head came out of the water for a while and then sank into the water.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and he clearly felt Jin Xianjun look at him. First, surprise flashed across Jin Xianjun's face and then replaced by fear.

The deepest part of the slap-sized swimming pool was less than 1.8 meters, and the security guard was beside him. Jin Xianjun was destined not to become a water ghost.

The three of them dragged him to the side of the stage, and Kim Hyun Joon coughed and vomited water.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you."

"Cramps, thigh cramps." Kim Hyun Joon panted.

"Are you all right!" Yang Feng asked.

"It's okay." Jin Hyun Joon turned his head to look, his face was horrifying, he shielded his eyes, yelled, and moved back, "Ah-you are still alive, don't you let me go?"

Hepatobiliary!

Yang Feng furrowed his brows deeply, this scene was exactly the same as when Zhao Baogang first saw him.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you, he is my classmate Yang Feng, did you admit the wrong person?" Jin Zishan hugged Jin Xianjun, who was trembling, with a worried expression on his face.

"Classmate? Last name Yang?" Jin Xianjun narrowed his eyes and raised his eyes, and looked at Yang Feng carefully. It took a long time to feel that he was in a gaffe and barely smiled: "I really admitted the wrong person and made my classmate laugh."

"Are you afraid of that person?" Yang Feng was expressionless.

Kim Hyun Joon clearly trembled, "Who?"

"Actually, I am a doctor, and I have studied psychology books. My husband has a shadow in his heart. The person who has died is your nightmare."

Jin Xianjun shook his head and laughed at himself: "Hey, who doesn't want to touch anything in his heart, go, let's eat and talk while eating."

After speaking, he took a deep look at Yang Feng before leaving first, wrapped in a bath towel.

Jin Zishan and Yang Feng looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, and walked out of the swimming pool.

Yang Feng fell to the end, he rubbed his lips, and quickly figured out the key points.Hong Tian and Yang Zhantian have talked about these things, and they seem to be true. Jin Xianjun was sent to the throne by Qin Zhong and was pulled down. He was almost killed, and his fear of Qin Zhong was deeply rooted.

It is said that the grievances have already passed, why is he still afraid of Qin Zhong?

Yang Feng couldn't figure it out, but he had already walked into the restaurant in the suite.

The food was delivered directly to the room.

Australian lobster marked "1500g", Lafite in 1983, a French chef wearing a top hat, with an oven and a frying pan in front of him, and a sliced ​​beef tenderloin, sausage, bread, and All kinds of fresh fruits.

"Classmate, come and sit down." Jin Xianjun recovered from the panic and greeted Yang Feng enthusiastically.

Yang Feng smiled, walked to the entrance of the suite, brought the gift, and sat next to Jin Zishan, "Sir, meet for the first time, a little bit of heart, please accept it."

Jin Xianjun opened it to his face and saw that it was a cologne and a Zippo lighter. He smiled suddenly, "Thank you, thank you."

Yang Feng couldn't understand it a bit. Although the country is poor, no matter how poor it is, the royal family cannot be poor, and the emperor's relatives and relatives will not be poor.

"Classmate, come, I'll cut lobsters for you, such a big one is rare."

"Sir, you are polite, I will do it myself."

"Alright." Kim Hyun Joon snapped his fingers, and the attendant drove Lafite and poured half a glass for each of the three. Soothing piano music sounded in the restaurant.

"Come, classmates, meet for the first time, a toast, good words, come together."

The three touched the cups.

Jin Zishan took the white tablecloth and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and then said: "Uncle, are you on business this time or..."

"Private nature, Ruan Bozhi kindly invited him, and he just missed you, so he came."

"Uncle, thank you, I suddenly appeared in front of me back then, my mood at the time," Jin Zishan shook his head, "I can't tell you."

At this time, the chef spoke, speaking in French, but the waiter couldn't understand it. The chef pointed at the beef anxiously, and gestured with his fingers.

Jin Zishan said: "He is asking how we are familiar."

"Do you understand?" Yang Feng asked in surprise.

"A little bit. Uncle, what's the point?"

"Seven points."

"Yang Feng."

"Six points."

"I'm six points too." Jin Zishan muttered to himself, and then communicated with the French chef, which turned out to be quite fluent.

After listening, the chef gave a happy thumbs up to show his appreciation.

"Lao San, it's okay, and this hand is hidden." Yang Feng patted Jin Zishan's shoulder and smiled.

Jin Xianjun frowned slightly, and put a piece of shrimp on the plate in front of Yang Feng.

"You're welcome, you can't eat it on weekdays."

"That is, I have always wanted to eat it, but I can't bear it. It turned out to be this taste. Thank you, Mr. Today, for letting me get what I wanted and satisfying my desire to speak."

"Your kid is the poorest." Jin Zishan said with a smile.

Jin Xianjun didn’t fully understand, thinking that Yang Feng was sincerely grateful. At this moment, he only remembered the honorable status of his royal relatives, and he forgot that Yang Feng gave him a gift of more than 20,000 yuan, a lobster. , What's wrong with the weight of three catties, two thousand yuan to die.

Before the lobster was finished on the plate, the steak was brought up again, followed by bread, sausage, vegetable salad, and fruit salad.

Kim Hyun-joon ate half a lobster, a steak, buttered bread, and grilled sausages. He ate four slices and half a fruit salad.

The last thought was still unfinished, and he said to the chef: "Here is a bowl of rice, want the northeast long grain fragrance."

Of course the chef did not understand, Jin Zi Shan Chong waited: "Don't make him embarrassed, you can directly ask the catering department."

The attendant made a call, then clutched the microphone, and said embarrassedly: "Sir, the Thai pearl rice they use, if you have to eat the northeast long-grain steamed rice, they can buy it now and they can make it in an hour. ."

"Forget it, Thailand is Thailand!" Jin Xianjun said reluctantly.