Sister, you miss me

"One hundred flats, nine surveillance cameras, the enemy really pays attention to you!"

The two men are still biting their ears. Outsiders can see that their feelings are not generally good.

"Combined with the'not let me see' point, I think that uncle has successfully taken action."

"success?"

"Yes, our family's position in this land is unshakable. Therefore, it is impossible to subvert the government. However, there are other ways, such as disguising as my father and using fakes to be true. My uncle did just that."

Yang Feng nodded slightly: "So, what about your father?"

"Should be under house arrest. He will only kill if he controls everything."

"But your feelings for your uncle don't seem to be fake."

"Uncle doesn't care about my life or death. He is always acting, but it seems that my acting skills are a little bit higher than him."

"There is something I believe now."

"What is it?"

"Politicians are born actors."

Jin Zishan did not comment, took Yang Feng's hand, and walked to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Yang Feng's mouth moved slightly, believing that Jin Zishan could see his mouth.

The bathroom is of course completely separated from the bathroom. The golden bathtub is the size of an adult bed.

However, Jin Zishan pulled him into the toilet with a toilet.

Damn, this kid is not a rabbit!Get along for so long, I didn't notice it.

Jin Zishan closed the door, made a silent gesture to Yang Feng, looked up for a circle, and then sat on the toilet lid.

Yang Feng understood, he swept his eyes up without incident, and opened the toilet tank to take a look, instantly dumbfounded.

There is a monitoring head in the overhead bath heater, and a bug in the water tank.

Yang Feng turned on the faucet of the sink, dipped in water and wrote on the surface of the table to monitor the blind spot: transparent, no secrets.

Jin Zishan also wrote: Walking on thin ice, are you afraid?

Yang Feng shook his head slightly: Have fun and see who has the last laugh.

Jin Zishan: After the banquet, it will be clear.

The two went back to the bedroom and their clothes fell on the bed. This time, they did not stick together.

After a while, a young girl whispered outside: "Young Master, Young Master."

Without a response, the footsteps went away.

The mansion of the head of state.

Kim Hyun Joon, his face, features, and hairstyle are exactly the same as those of the head of state.

Twenty years ago, he did this, and concealed it from all over the country-military and civilians. Today, twenty years later, cosmetic surgery and make-up skills are higher. Now he believes that he is the closest person to Kim Jong-woo, and it is difficult to distinguish from the outside. come out.

"Twenty years, it's been a long time."

Jin Xianjun closed his eyes, stroked the mahogany executive desk and leather seats, and shed tears.

For this plan, he has been in business for ten years. Of course he knows that if he fails to succeed, he will be benevolent. Twenty years ago, he will be allowed to make a living. This time, once the Dongchuang incident happened, he was waiting for capital punishment.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger."

Kim Hyun Joon murmured once, when someone knocked on the door, he wiped away his tears and said "come in".

His personal attendants came in.

"What's the situation with those two boys?"

"They have been to Wencheng County and distributed food to the victims. However, they did not know that what they prepared was nothing but food. The victims had only food in their eyes, so a riot broke out. As a result, three attendants were killed and a large number of victims were killed by guns. ."

"It's naive to want to be a good person." Jin Xianjun shook his head, "It's a pity, I knew it would be good to leave him in Wencheng County."

"They also brought back an orphan who was severely malnourished. Feeding him was a waste of resources."

"Take it well for two days, and then use it to bury my nephew."

"Sir, that's your nephew, can you really do it?"

"If he is willing to give up inheriting his power, maybe I will love him as I did before, but this is obviously a foolish dream, so... why is the king lonely, because he has a tiger-wolf heart, and anyone close to him will constitute a kingly power Threat, there is only one word-kill."

The attendant trembled and lowered his head.

"Go on, what are they doing now?"

"It seems that no surveillance has been found. At the moment, the two are asleep."

"Very well, how is the preparation for the evening banquet?"

"It's ready."

"Where is Jinshan?"

"I have arranged a battalion of troops, and they are all confidants." The attendant said here, paused, and asked: "Sir, why don't you do one and two endlessly?" His hand made a slashing motion.

"Get the small ones first, and then clean up the old ones. You promise to be foolproof." Kim Hyun Joon waved his hand, "Go down."

"Yes." The attendant walked to the door, seeming to remember something, he stopped looking at Kim Hyun Joon who was disguised and said: "Sir..."

"Call the chairman." Kim Hyun Joon corrected unhappily.

"Yes, Chairman."

"What else?"

"Tonight's banquet, if your nephew asks Wencheng County, how would you answer?"

"Dare he question his father?"

"As far as I know, their father and son often talk about national affairs in this way, and the arguments are common."

"That tyrant is so tolerant of my nephew?"

"So, you have to prepare well and at least deal with it."

"Well, I will think about it, then give him another chance to perform, one last time."

...

Yang Feng really fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found that it was already dark.

Turning his head to see that there was no one around, Yang Feng suddenly sat up and shouted, "The word is good."

With a "pop", the room lights up, Jin Zishan is standing at the door, wearing a white shirt and overalls, with a cigar in his mouth.

"Do you still care about me?" Jin Zishan smiled slightly.

"It's disgusting to laugh."

"The dinner will begin soon, let's change clothes."

With that, Jin Zishan turned and left.

Yang Feng scratched his head, saying that he was really convinced. Now that he is in crisis every step of the way, he can actually dream well.

"Sir, please let us shower and change clothes for you."

Two young maids, dressed in national costumes, holding their clothes, Yan Yuying said.

"Wha...what!" Yang Feng looked at one, and then at the other. She was only 18 years old and weighed less than 100 catties. She was a beautiful, natural beauty!"You want to bathe and change clothes for me?"

Yang Feng lighted his nose, still couldn't believe it.

"Of course, you are a distinguished guest of the Young Master. This is our duty and an honor."

"How am I embarrassed."

"Please take a shower first." The two maids smiled at each other and said.

"Want to take a bath?"

"of course."

Yang Feng walked into the bathroom, and the huge bath was filled with half a foot of water.

What a waste, if it is a little bigger, you can barely swim, why is it designed like this?

Someone untie his clothes while thinking about him.

Yang Feng grabbed it and asked excitedly: "What are you doing?"

"Undressed, don't you take off your clothes in the shower?" The two maids took it for granted.

"That, I'll do it myself, you go out first." Yang Feng laughed so hard that it was a reluctance.

"Okay." The maid released her hand, put down her clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Damn, isn't this a test of brother?" Yang Feng shook his head, took off his clothes, tried the water temperature, and stepped in.

Comfortable!

In front of a large mirror, Yang Feng leaned against the wall of the bathtub, dipping the water and closing his eyes comfortably.

Suddenly a rustling sound came from behind him, and he suddenly opened his eyes and couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

"What are you doing!"

Yang Feng saw two beautiful backs in the mirror, only wearing underwear. The sound just now was made by them taking off their clothes.

"Mr. Waiter to take a shower!" As they said, the two girls turned around.

"Don't—" Yang Feng yelled, covering his eyes, "I can do it myself, I'm not used to it."

"But this is our duty. We have been serving the young master like this, otherwise, what is the use of such a big bathtub."

"So that's the case." Yang Feng realized that the design of such a large bathtub was to fit more than three people.

"Jin Zishan, come here!" Yang Feng shouted, furious.

"Sir, why are you calling the young master, how can we do it badly?" Hearing the sincere and frightened voices of the two maids, Yang Feng opened his eyes and saw the infinite spring light, and quickly closed again: "You go out first. Get out."

"Fourth old, just take a shower. As for making such a big move? It makes me feel like a virgin who has never seen anything."

"Golden word goodness, your life is so rotten!"

Jin Zishan waved to the two girls: "You go out first."

The two nodded and walked away holding their clothes.

"You say decay, this is only standard configuration."

"They have been serving you like this?"

"Yes, this is their honor, even their family's honor."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Will you react, will you react to them..."

"You don't need mother-in-law, don't you just want to know if I have that with them?"

Yang Feng nodded frequently, indicating default.

"Basically not."

"That is there?"

"Have."

"Then what else do you say will not."

"I said that under normal circumstances, I would not move them, but when I am happy or unhappy..." Jin Zishan shrugged, "Hurry up and pretend to be a guardian."

Yang Feng smiled bitterly: "No, when they didn't say a word to undress, I thought I was not entering the Young Master's Mansion, but the bathing center."

"Damn, have you been to that kind of place?"

"Do you think I have time to go to such a place?"

"It's true, then how did you know."

"I haven't eaten pork, I haven't seen a pig walk."

"Stop talking nonsense with you, come out when you're done, and dress yourself. The car has been waiting outside for a while."

...

The National Auditorium was transformed into a banquet hall.

Jin Zishan was dressed as a prince from the Republic of China, and what he prepared for Yang Feng was a tuxedo. Yang Feng directly doubted that he could be a cameo magician.

The two came together, and there were people bowing along the way, as if the officials had seen the prince, Yang Feng felt like a fox and a tiger, and he really had an addiction.

The red carpet, the bright chandeliers, the rich buffet, the red-faced men and women in bright clothes...

Yang Feng muttered silently: "Zhumen's wine and meat are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road!"