Sister, you miss me

After the meal, Dracula pulled Yang Feng aside and said: "Xiaofeng, although Xueba Tablet has achieved great success and has also created huge profits for the company, it is not a long-term solution. If we want sustainable development, we must Launch new products as soon as possible."

"You, the president, just have an idea," Yang Feng thought for a while, "do I need to find a place to sit down and talk?"

"I'm not so anxious." Dracula said, "Actually, I prefer smart wearable devices?"

"Watch?"

"Not only watches, but also glasses, hats, helmets, clothes..."

"Is this going to step onto the international stage and strive for world hegemony?"

Dracula nodded: "This requires a lot of research funding, so..."

"Wait until I come back." Yang Feng was completely arbitrary.

"okay then."

Yang Feng glanced not far away, and there was a wonderful person standing next to a red Volvo. Yang Feng smiled slightly: "Go, people are waiting for you, the spring night is worth a thousand dollars."

"Xiao Feng, you laugh at me."

"Why? You are here alone working for me. I have always been worried about your physical problems."

"how to say?"

"There is a saying, not to fall in love in silence, but to pervert in silence."

Dracula couldn't laugh or cry: "You guy..."

"Don't worry about me now." With that, Yang Feng approached Dracula and stuffed two things into his trouser pockets.

"what?"

"One plaster, one pill."

"What is it for?"

"Delayed post and no pill."

Dracula's eyes widened and looked at Yang Feng, who was close at hand. He had the heart to eat people. "Xiao Feng, you should know that due to eating habits, in some respects, we Europeans and Americans are definitely better than Asians. Controversial talent, so I am not comfortable with a little woman, do I still need these things?"

"What are you excited about? It's just icing on the cake.

"Okay, let's go." Dracula smiled and pushed Yang Feng.

"Really can't wait?" Yang Feng shook his head: "Goodbye."

...

Dracula sat in Ning Tsier's red Volvo.

"Where do you live, I will take you back." Ning Cai'er said.

"I don't want to go back yet, do you want to find a place to drink?"

"Do you want to get me drunk?" The car drove very fast, and colorful neon lights projected in from the car window, giving her charming face a hint of dreaminess. She said: "Forgot to tell you that I am immune to alcohol. But , I don’t want to drink anymore."

"Then drink something else, like tea."

"Do you... do not want to go back, or do you have ulterior motives?"

"Facing a woman like you, if I don't care, it can only show that I have a problem."

"Then go directly to the hotel, you say a place."

Dracula was dumbfounded, and finally said, "Go to Modern Dynasty, the best hotel in Chunyang County."

"Have you already booked the room?"

"Brothers are thoughtful." Dracula said brazenly.

"Then let's go."

As soon as they entered the guest room, the two kissed together like glue, and only separated for five minutes.

Ning Cai'er panted and asked, "Dracula, how many wives and children do you have?"

"Do you consider me that black? Our country is monogamous like yours." Dracula smiled, "Although I am alone, we should still take some measures."

"Huh?" Ning Cai'er looked at Dracula quietly.

Dracula said: "Life is a miracle, but it should not be created casually. We should respect and be responsible for life."

Ning Cai'er stood on tiptoe and kissed Dracula, her voice shuddering, and a little dreamy: "I am yours tonight."

Dracula held the delicate and flawless face, pushed a little away, said "I hope it's not just tonight", and then pressed it heavily.

Yang Feng, Wang Bingqian, and many rooms where men and women have fought, once again have a bright future.

...

Yang Feng, Qin Xue, and Wang Bingqian still live in Xiong Wei's villa.At this moment, Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian are watching a 3D movie on the first floor, and Yang Feng and Xiong Wei are standing on the second floor terrace.

Xiong Wei did not show her Kung Fu tea, but only poured a glass of red wine for Yang Feng and herself.

Yang Feng took it over and said, "Thank you."

Xiong Wei smiled: "Brother, are you still polite to me?"

"Xiao Wei, what are your plans for the future?"

"I..." Xiong Wei stared at Yang Feng, "I want to follow you, brother."

"Huh?" Yang Feng couldn't help being surprised.

Xiong Wei "pushed" with a smile: "Scared? Funny! I'm following you, it's not convenient for you, and it's not convenient for me! So, I will continue to finish my studies."

Yang Feng nodded: "This is the best way. Rest early."

Xiong Wei stepped forward, Ba Hao kissed Yang Feng's side, then turned around, and walked away.

Yang Feng stroked his cheek and was "sneak attacked". There was a girl's unique fragrance. He shook his head and walked back to his room.

...

On August 30th, according to plan, Yang Feng boarded a Boeing 777 Airbus heading to Aiguo. After a long flight of 14 hours, the plane landed at Trenton Airport, the capital of New Jersey.

Next, Yang Feng took another three-hour regional flight and finally arrived at his destination-Clinton Prison.

Yang Feng visited this place once.

The fat warden George seemed to know he would come and was waiting for him.

"Xiao Feng, are you here?"

"George, you actually speak Chinese."

"Not your dad taught it yet."

"However, you seem to be fatter."

George shrugged funny: "The world's fattest man is 780 kg. I decided to break this record in my lifetime."

"This goal is too ambitious, even higher than Mount Everest."

"That's challenging. For this reason, I decided to find a chef to be my wife."

"This is a good idea."

"Let's go, your father is waiting for you."

Under the guidance of the warden George, Yang Feng successfully passed one door after another, and saw a thin and thin back in the reception room.

Wearing a crescent-white gown, three-joint leather shoes that can be seen by others, the black and shiny short hair is meticulously trimmed, and the body is long and jade, suave and handsome.

For some reason, Yang Feng's eye sockets started to turn red and his lips began to tremble.

George shook his head, sent the guards away, and left, leaving space for the father and son.

"Come here." Qin Zhong didn't look back, just said lightly.

"Well, bail your money, I'm ready."

"Although Dracula helped, it was a bit faster than I expected."

"You follow me." Yang Feng's voice trembled.

"I won't go out!"

"What?" Yang Feng was surprised for a while, and then asked loudly, "Why!"

"The moment your mother fell twenty years ago, my heart was already dead."

"Why not take revenge?"

"Vengeance? Revenge will only add new hatred. In that attack, your grandpa was the initiator. Would you let me find your grandpa for revenge?"

"This……"

"Let's go, I'll be left in jail for the rest of my life. You don't have to bear any hatred, just go the way you want to go easily."

"You said lightly!" Yang Feng suddenly exclaimed, "Don't you know how much hatred I have borne for you? You hide in jail, and I became the object of your father's debt. What did I do wrong? What, why should I take it all."

"This is your life. Since you can't change it, you have to learn to adapt, and even enjoy it."

"Don't you even look at me?" Yang Feng had tears in his eyes. "You may not believe it. Every time I see life and death, I will especially want to see you."

Qin Zhong was silent for a moment, and said, "Is there anything else I want to say? I have to say something once, and I won't see anyone again in the future."

"You're so cruel, I'm so..." Seeing Qin Zhong was about to leave, Yang Feng yelled: "You stop me, hello--"

Qin Zhong just left!

Thinking of flying over thousands of rivers and mountains, but just saying a few words, Yang Feng felt that his heart was blocked.

He clutched his chest and followed a prison guard, walking away like a corpse.

In the depths of the prison, in an independent cell with a suite of more than 80 square meters, Qin Zhong still stood by the window, and George sighed behind him, "Man, why are you doing this?"

"A man must be wolfish, otherwise how can he survive?"

"I can't understand your way. There is something that can't be said openly. You didn't see how painful he was when he left."

"To be alive is to be painful and happy."

"He is a man of temperament just like you. He didn't know who you were for the first 20 years of his life. However, because of your attitude, he suffered like that..."

Qin Zhong stood in front of the window, his back straight as loose, but never said a word.

"Hey—" George sighed, moving his body like a meat mountain, and walked out.

George had just arrived at the prison gate, but saw Yang Feng hurriedly stopped a taxi and left. George paced over and suddenly found that there was a pool of blood on the ground where Yang Feng had just taken a foothold.

George frowned. He couldn't squat down because his waist was too big. He stooped hard and touched a little with his hands, feeling warm.

"What a poor boy!" George shook his head and sighed again, pacing slowly into the prison.

Yang Feng hurriedly left because he received a call from Dracula. Dracula said that his grandfather had a sudden illness and had passed away. He asked Yang Feng to rush to the manor for funeral. Dracula himself had booked the earliest flight. .

Yang Feng burned and rushed to the manor, Jack was astonished: "How could you...how could you come so quickly?"

Yang Feng grabbed Jack's shirt collar and shouted with red eyes, "Take me to see Grandpa!"

"Let...let go." Jack's face flushed, and there were a dozen bodyguards standing around, but no one helped him.

Yang Feng let go of his hand, Jack stepped back a few steps, gasping for breath, waited for his breath to stabilize, then looked at Yang Feng with bitter eyes, "Come with me."

Brighton's body was placed in a crystal coffin in the ice store. Yang Feng saw this scene and his eyes immediately turned red, "When and what disease?"

"At eight o'clock in the morning, acute myocardial infarction." Jack looked at the crystal coffin.

Yang Feng took the opportunity to observe Jack, and Jack looked at each other calmly. He said: "Yes, I have poisoned my uncle before, but since he made his will, what is the point of me harming him again? Now, even if I don’t have a conscience, I know that without an uncle, I will definitely stay in jail for the rest of my life."