I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 137

Yang Feng smiled. Now that he can control the flight of the spirit sword for a short time, it is even more trivial to fly out with a big living person.

Just believe it, I just earn some coins, as for the look of suspecting that I have ulterior motives.

"You don't have anything I want to plot, don't worry," Yang Feng said.

Shen Qianmeng took a look at her own impeccable figure, and then at the Lamborghini parked beside her, her relaxed heart immediately lifted up again.

He must be up to no good!
"Well, when will you help me meet my mother?" Shen Qianmeng still maintained a certain degree of vigilance, keeping a certain distance from Yang Feng when speaking.

Because she saw a hypnosis experiment when she was studying abroad, a senior hypnotist can inject a short memory into people, if you are not careful, it will be miserable if you are cheated for money and sex.

"It's okay, let's talk about it in the evening, I'm too tired." Yang Feng dragged the cool chair outside the door, wondering if it was because he stayed in the yin for too long, not only was he extraordinarily tired today, but he also felt tired. Chills all over.

Shen Qianmeng missed her mother eagerly, and asked after her: "Can't we see you now?"

"Don't make trouble, only at night can I use my supercar to take you to the underworld, I want to sleep!"

Yang Feng's sleep lasted the whole day, even when the sun was on his head, Yang Feng didn't move for a moment.

This sleep made Shen Qianmeng wait anxiously, she watched dryly outside, like a woman who was abandoned by Yang Feng.

It was only when people outside were talking about it that Shen Qianmeng realized that something was wrong, so she entered the Lamborghini and waited. After waiting long enough, she became tired.

So, in this newly opened "Underworld Travel Agency", the guests and the boss slept in the sun happily during the day.

When the sun finally set, Yang Feng stood up suddenly, and suddenly felt that his spirit was countless times better than when the sun was there before.

Shen Qianmeng is much more normal than Yang Feng. For her, what she has to do every day is to be busy, and she will always live in a busy life.Even at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, the company may interrupt her sleep because of any important problem, let alone during the day.

Even today, she has received more than [-] calls, but she didn't answer a single one. She learned how Yang Feng ignored everything and had a good sleep. Of course, she woke up a long time earlier than Yang Feng.

There are always those people in life who think of cherishing only after they leave, but find that the familiar back figure can no longer be found.

Shen Qianmeng recalled the days when her mother led her to live alone. At that time, it was the most difficult time for their mother and child, and the time when she was closest to her mother.

She woke up a long time earlier than Yang Feng, silently paying attention to the boy over there, praying in her heart that Yang Feng is not a magic stick.

Seeing Yang Feng wake up, she couldn't wait to urge: "It's going to be dark soon, can we go?"

Yang Feng stroked his growling stomach, and said: "The closer to the early morning, the better, it's too early, let me get some food first."

Just at this time, a van of a food delivery company appeared in front of them. Two people got out of the van and skillfully brought out several suitcases for food delivery.

"It should be this one!" Two delivery men came over with several boxes and put them in front of Yang Feng's shop.

Yang Feng was stunned, and said, "Well, did you make a mistake?"

"No, the address is filled in here, it was ordered by Ms. Lu Yao." The takeaway worker put down a lot of takeaways.

"Oh, that's right." Yang Feng once again had the idea of ​​stealing someone from his mother. After a while, he would talk to his mother and transfer her to be his personal secretary. "We have to find a way to keep her!"

"What did you say?" Shen Qianmeng didn't hear Yang Feng's words clearly, only heard the words "Leave her behind", and became more and more wary of Yang Feng.

Next, Yang Feng dragged Shen Qianmeng, who was used to high-end cuisine, to have a takeaway meal with him.

Shen Qianmeng frowned while eating. She remembered that the last time she ate fast food was a few years ago. At that time, she had just returned from Harvard. Although she had high hopes from the boss when she first arrived at the company, she still had to work hard to show herself.

She could hardly swallow the meal.

In one day, Shen Qianmeng seemed to be back many years ago, the time that didn't require her to work hard for nearly twenty hours a day.

When the two finished solving the dinner problem, it was already dark, and Yang Feng cleaned up the leftovers.

Shen Qianmeng looked at Yang Feng expectantly, now must be the time.

Yang Feng didn't need Shen Qianmeng to remind her again, and said to her, "Get in the car, we should go"

"Okay." Shen Mengxi was about to walk back to her Lamborghini, she thought Yang Feng was going to some special place by car.

"Ahem" Yang Feng patted three rounds, and said cheekily: "I let you ride in my supercar, what are you going to do?"

"Your supercar?" Shen Mengxi looked at Po Sanlun in disbelief, let alone a supercar, in her eyes this thing is not even a car.

At this time, she finally couldn't bear it any longer. She waited hard for a day, and it turned out that she was mentally ill.He thought he'd spent the whole day with this idiot because of a illusory dream.

"I should have known earlier that this was just a coincidental dream, or something you did. You don't look like a nice person!"

Shen Qianmeng got into the car, ignited angrily, the car backed up two meters away, and stopped again.

The mother's voice and smile appeared again in the memory, and Shen Qianmeng couldn't help wondering secretly, did she just leave like this?
Yang Feng winked and smiled on the tricycle: "Let's take the third road, I promise you will see her right away, you probably don't want her to wait for you dryly."

A hotel in Kujiang City.

A world-class killer from Europe walked out of the room where Ling Tian and his son lived. He didn't have a gun or bullet on him.

Those things are only used by the most basic killers, and he doesn't need to use these things. To him, a dagger, a branch, or even a leaf are more terrifying than a gun.

More concealed, more convenient.

Ling Tian and his son in the room packed up all the packages and changed into concealed clothes and hats. They had already prepared fake passports in their hands. The origin of these passports is very special, even if they are taken to the airport with the best security check They can still go abroad.

Because this passport was made by Ling Tian using his rights before his identity was revealed, no one knew the existence of this passport.

"Dad, is it okay for us to go out like this?"

"Hmph, this bounty hunter Ryan is ranked number one in Europe. If I hadn't asked someone to help him escape from China 20 years ago, he would have been dead for so long now. Yang Cong has been abandoned for so many years. Not Ryan's opponent."

"What about Yang Feng?"

"Hm? Hmph, he's dead! They're all dead. Back then, Yang Cong planned to almost kill Ryan. It's impossible for him not to embrace this hatred."

(End of this chapter)