Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng returned to the dormitory before dawn, and did not disturb the three roommates.

The time of taking a nap, the mind inadvertently entered the space of his ring, which is the Wuding Tianyu. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Master Jing Song's figure was obviously firmer.

However, there was no response to his questioning.

Yang Feng naturally thought that this was an additional reward brought by the catastrophe.

After the three of Wang Datong got up in the morning, they just smiled and questioned where Yang Feng was staying. Yang Feng slapped him, haha, and fooled him.

This incident just passed, even the closest person around him didn't know that Yang Feng was kidnapped by the security department.

Of course, this is only Yang Feng's wishful thinking.

That morning was a big class. Wang Bingqian, Qin Xue and the others took their place. The moment they saw Yang Feng, even Su Qinxin couldn’t move his eyes. "Yang Feng, do you want to be so fine-skinned for a man? -Tender-meaty, is this really good?"

"Brother, what cosmetics do you use? Let's share it." Qin Xue asked with a smile.

Yang Feng touched his face, "You mean the skin on my face is very tender?"

"It's white and tender." Qin Xue added and emphasized.

"Not only the face, but also the hands." Jiang Zengyue said, "It's as bright as jade, bullying Saixue."

"It's too exaggerated!" Yang Feng smiled, "There are no cosmetics, I am pure and natural, but after hearing what you say, I should be an endorsement."

"Natural, just blow it! Tell me, which country's brand is it?" Su Qinxin asked.

"Really pure and natural." Yang Feng said.

"Big Brother Yang, then you teach others!" Jiang Bengyue blinked and begged.

"Scrub your face every day, three thousand times a day, stick to one thousand days, and see the effect."

"what……"

Wang Bingqian smiled and shook her head: "Xiaoyue, don't listen to him, anyway, I'm the first to not believe it."

The three of Wang Datong hadn't paid much attention to it. As soon as a few girls said, they discovered that Yang Feng's skin was indeed shiny and supple, especially the skin of many babies.

Wang Datong just couldn't figure it out.Park Zhongsheng and Jin Zishan frowned deeply.

...

Zhao Min returned to the base and was stunned by everything in front of him. In just a few hours, everything returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened. The comrade on duty last night didn't mention a word, and even those who didn't go to work. No way to know.

Stepping into the base, colleagues respectfully greeted each other. When she walked into her office, she knew that now she is the leader of the base. The appointment book about Zhang Yunsheng was just an understatement — another appointment.

When Zhao Min was surprised at the military's terror response speed and repair and restoration capabilities, Xia Xun called.

"Sister, unreasonable!"

"Xia Xun, what happened?"

"Yang Feng, Yang Feng actually left without saying goodbye, and Dean Fang, unexpectedly fought with him." Xia Xun said angrily.

"Xiao Xun, what are you excited about? Yang Feng secretly left. That was for the sake of secrecy. Didn't Uncle Zhou say it? You should minimize the matter as much as possible. Dean Fang dared to let him leave, which also shows that Yang Feng's body is really fine. It's up."

"Oh."

"If there is nothing wrong, just come to work!" Zhao Min said.

"Ok."

Xia Xun returned to the base of the Ninth Bureau, and the scene before her stunned her, and even subconsciously suspected that everything last night was just a dream.

"Sister." Before entering the office of the director, Xia Xun yelled out. At a glance, he saw Zhou Weiguo sitting in distress. He immediately stopped and squeezed out a smile to greet respectfully: "Good chief."

"Xiao Xun." Zhao Min poured a glass of water for Xia Xun. "Uncle Zhou wants to know something. You brought Yang Feng back last night. Did you go well along the way?"

"It's not going well, it's not going well." Xia Xun recalled slightly, and said excitedly: "A total of three groups of people were blocked."

"Three groups of people?" Zhou Weiguo said in surprise.

"So many?" Zhao Min also felt incredible.

"What status are they? Did they show it? Or, do you know it?" Zhou Weiguo asked.

"The first group are Westerners, all black big men, claiming to protect Yang Feng, the second and third groups should all be North Koreans, but I am afraid they belong to the two camps of the North and the South."

Zhou Weiguo nodded: "The first call I know, you should remember that Yang Feng saved the life of President Ai Guo’s daughter at sea, and the other party retaliated and arranged several black bodyguards. I also received a call from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This matter."

"So that's the case." Zhao Min shook his head: "But what happened to the North Koreans in Xiaoxun's mouth? They were both nervous about Yang Feng as well as North Korea? What is Yang Feng's identity?"

"Yang Feng's identity is not complicated." Zhou Weiguo narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that the people with complicated identities are those around Yang Feng!"

"Will Yang Feng be dangerous?" Zhao Min couldn't help but said, after finishing speaking, she only noticed two pairs of weird eyes, and her face immediately blushed, "I mean..."

"No need to explain, Xiaomin! Haven't you heard of getting darker and darker?"

"Uncle Zhou, it's not what you think, because Yang Feng has..."

Zhou Weiguo waved his hand: "Xiao Min, I don't think you need to worry for the time being, because the people around him are not harmful, but seem to be protecting him."

...

The mobile phone was scrapped last night. After class, Yang Feng hurried to the communication company with his credentials, bought a newest Aimad, and copied a calling card, plugged in the card here, just turned it on, and received Dong Yongcheng’s phone.

"Brother, what are you doing? I waited for you all night, but you didn't come. The phone is not in the service area."

Yang Feng slapped his head, and then he remembered that the pigeons that released Dong Yongcheng were all the fault of Xia Xun. He actually seduced my buddies. You will be wiser by eating a bite!

"Sorry, sorry, I must meet you today, let's discuss the issue of the book."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Feng opened the mailbox on his mobile phone and saw that the manuscript had increased by 50,000. After reading the 50,000 words in one go, Yang Feng went to Sister Hu’s salon without stopping.

On the way, Yang Feng was thinking that at a perverted speed of fifty thousand a day, as long as he can tell a smooth story, the author's grades will not be far behind. However, Dong Yongcheng's story is not just that simple.

Such a high-speed update can still maintain such visibility and become a god, that is just around the corner.

However, will people abolish such crazy codewords?

This thought just passed away in a flash, and Yang Feng believed that this was not something he should consider.

When I came to Sister Hu’s hairdressing salon, I heard a rhythmic keyboard tapping sound at the door. Because it was the soft keyboard of the notebook, the sound was not loud, otherwise Hu Xiaolin would have provoked protests.

It was noon, the whole family was there, Sister Hu and Xiaolin were eating, and Guoguo was sleeping in the car beside them.

Sister Hu's mother and daughter stood up when they saw Yang Feng.

Just as Sister Hu was about to say hello, Yang Feng made a "hush" gesture.

So the mother and daughter walked out of the house.

The three of them stood on the teeth of the road, and Hu Cuihua couldn't help holding Yang Feng's arm: "Xiao Yang, what is Lao Dong up to? I haven't closed my eyes much after coming back these few days."

Hu Xiaolin also stared at Yang Feng with wide eyes, obviously wanting to know the answer.

"He didn't tell you."

"No, I didn't say anything, I just kept typing on the computer." Sister Hu said.

"Then you guys didn't look at it?"

"No time and no interest." Hu Cuihua said bluntly.

Yang Feng nodded. Dong Yongcheng seemed to be serious this time. He didn't make any achievements and would not let Hu Cuihua know.

"As long as he doesn't do nothing, he doesn't drink or take drugs, is it all right?" Yang Feng said with a smile.

"That's not true. He came back from the hospital, as if he had changed, and he knew he was helping take care of Guoguo."

"People who have died once will have some epiphany!"

Hu Cuihua nodded. At this moment, Guoguo was crying, and she hurried into the house.

Yang Feng and Hu Xiaolin's eyes followed Hu Cuihua's back, and Hu Xiaolin suddenly said, "Brother Yang, are you hiding something from me?"

Yang Feng tilted her head and looked at Hu Xiaolin. Today, she is wearing an orange long and wide hip-wrapped T-shirt with a big yellow figure printed on her chest. A pair of braids are placed on her chest. When she speaks, she subconsciously teases Her braids.It's a little loli who is very resistant to opening.

"Huangmao girl, I'm hiding something from you, it's too much." Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh.

Hu Xiaolin stomped her feet with anger: "Brother Yang, I'm telling you serious!"

"Then you say, I don't laugh." Yang Feng held back his laugh.

"I asked the nurse at the municipal hospital, you entered Dong Yongcheng's room, and then he woke up. Did you do something?"

Women's consciousness is really terrible, and the same is true for little women.Yang Feng thought in his heart, and calmly looked at Hu Xiaolin: "Yes, I have been to see Dong Yongcheng. I want to see if that scumbag is dead."

"What lie!"

"Well, how can you see it?"

"Since he is dying, why buy him a computer? My rich second-generation classmate has one of the Apple notebook, tens of thousands of dollars!"

"How do you know I bought it?"

"Of course I asked Dong Yongcheng, and Dong Yongcheng told me!"

Yang Feng nodded: "Then you didn't ask Dong Yongcheng what he was doing."

"I'm not interested, but to be honest, he is really noisy. He doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and knocks and knocks on the keyboard." At this point, Hu Xiaolin widened her eyes and exclaimed: "Ah, he won't Are you writing a novel."

"Your little head, melon seeds, is also dull." Yang Feng stretched out his finger and poked Hu Xiaolin's forehead.

"It hurts!" Hu Xiaolin rubbed her forehead, "Brother Yang, is it true."

"It's more real than real gold."

"Writing novels, just him?" Hu Xiaolin couldn't help laughing, as if what a ridiculous thing this was, "Just as he is a scumbag who abandons his wife and abandons his daughter to drink and do drugs, he still writes novels?"

"Perhaps, he suddenly repented?"

"Dog, eat shit if it can be changed!"

Yang Feng suddenly felt a little worried for Dong Yongcheng, and wanted to change his stepdaughter's opinion so that the stepdaughter would accept him. He still has a long way to go!

"Brother Yang, I don't understand, what do you spend for that kind of person!"

"I just give him a chance, maybe my investment will have a good return."

"Don't you think Dong Yongcheng can become a god? One day, you will regret it."

"Why are you so arbitrary?"

"The soul of the novel is still emotion, and someone like Dong Yongcheng, he is a walking dead, a writer without emotion, can he write something with a soul?"

Yang Feng widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "You actually understand this?"

Hu Xiaolin drooped a pair of eyelids: "I won't tell you, I have to clean up, I will be late for school."

Yang Feng looked at the phone time and said, "Give me ten minutes, I will chat with Dong Yongcheng, and then drop you off to school."

"Really?" Hu Xiaolin widened her eyes, looking surprised.

"What a kid!" Yang Feng shook his head, walked into the hairdressing salon, and went to find Dong Yongcheng.