"Let's take a look first." Yang Fan did not give Aunt Thirteen a positive answer, but looked at the crowd below.
When Aunt Thirteen was a little disappointed, Yang Fan lowered his head again and whispered in her ear: "When the thread can't go through the needle hole, use your mouth to moisten it and it will go in. So, don't worry that I will disappoint these enthusiastic people. I understand that you should give a favor in return."
A stream of warm air flowed into her body, and Aunt Thirteen's earlobes uncontrollably turned red.
Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian, who were standing behind, couldn't hear what Yang Fan said, nor did they think there was anything wrong with Yang Fan whispering to Aunt Thirteen.
If this is not appropriate, then what about Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen living together for more than a year
Yang Fan is Guoguo’s godfather, so what
Next to the aircraft stand, the Lingnan elders who were eagerly waiting were slightly stunned when they saw four adults and one child walking down from the cabin door.
According to the intelligence, there are three big and one small.
After seeing the true appearance of the Liu sisters behind Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen, the group of elders stood in awe.
Some big guys also have a lot of fun, of course, that’s not illegal because no one knows about it.
"Yang Changsheng is a man of great talent and love for the world. He is worthy of being a man who will be remembered for generations to come."
"It seems that the three women have contributed greatly to Yang Fan's ability to create the spirit of immortality in his writing."
"I have also been with several stunning beauties and left unforgettable memories, but I just couldn't accomplish any great achievements, let alone live forever. It seems that indulgence is useless. Be a good person."
The elders were grumbling in their hearts, but when Yang Fan walked down the gangway, they all went to greet him with smiles.
The elders in Lingnan were not direct descendants of Old Lady Wen, and they were not very enthusiastic about Thirteenth Aunt, but had a different attitude towards Yang Fan.
The fully armed group of people were not interested in Yang Fan's eternal inscription at all, but worshipped Thirteenth Aunt as a god.
Without Twelve, the fighter jet crash in the South China Sea would be in vain, and everyone would have to endure the humiliation.
After the Twelve, any fire in any fleet in the Pacific was caused by an accident during their own exercises and had nothing to do with outsiders.
Not only will the Twelve make the soldiers on the border proud, but there will also be no more cases where the two sides accidentally shoot each other and die silently without even being seen on the news.
When they saw the watermelons coming down, the fully armed group of people had fiery eyes, with large and small bags hanging on their bodies.
That was Twelve's masterpiece, the ancestor of artificial intelligence.
"Brother Yang, haha, we are from the same family." A tall and strong elder was the first to come forward and greet Yang Fan: "My surname is Yang too, and my name is Qianli."
"Hello, Uncle Yang." Yang Fan shook hands with Yang Qianli.
At the airport, the moon was bright in the sky, and the moonlight was pouring down, as if a thin layer of white gauze was covering the sky and the earth.
Yang Qianli is tall and strong, not much shorter than Yang Fan.
But at his age, at least 47 or 48, he doesn't have any of the weight that is common among middle-aged people, which is very rare.
Some elders are very self-disciplined and often play sports. Yang Qianli is one of them.
"Haha, then I will call you Nephew Yang from now on." Yang Qianli was even happier. As a person who is so self-disciplined, doesn't he just want to serve the people longer and go further
Serving the people requires a good body.
No matter why he serves the people, Yang Qianli, like all those who pursue fame, wants to live a very long time.
Everyone who reads the book knows that cardiac arrest is not true death. The true death is when no one in the world remembers you anymore.
Yang Qianli hopes that people will still remember him thousands of years after his heart stops beating.
But that's too difficult.
As difficult as climbing to the sky!
The Tang Dynasty in which Li Bai lived had several emperors. Later generations may not know who they were, but as long as they have read books, everyone knows that more than a thousand years ago, there was a poet named Li Bai.
This time, Aunt Thirteen and Guoguo did not stay at the airport. They let Yang Fan go first. After chatting for more than ten minutes, she and Guoguo got into the minibus to pick them up at the airport.
The minibus can seat ten people.
Yang Qianli was very enthusiastic and also got on the minibus. He was good at chatting, which made Liu Yueyue, who didn't like having strangers around, feel less annoying and even thought that this person was not bad.
Yang Fan had always had a kind of indifferent attitude towards life in this world, and he did not feel any psychological burden or unnaturalness when interacting with Yang Qianli.
Yang Qianli sighed secretly. No matter how outstanding the juniors were, they would either be very reserved or perform poorly in front of him.
Only Yang Fan remained calm and neither humble nor arrogant. I wonder how he trained himself to be that way.
If he were Old Lady Wen's grandson, it would be fine. Look at Aunt Thirteen, she is really graceful and has the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.
But Yang Qianli already knew about Yang Fan's background.
He was born in an ordinary family, and his ancestors for three generations were farmers.
However, he seems to be more smooth and worldly-wise than Thirteenth Aunt. With this kind of mentality, he will do well in everything he does.
If you pursue a career in politics, you will definitely be successful.
Perhaps, under his pen, he has gone through countless lives.
Yang Qianli didn't talk much to Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian, but he could tell that the sisters were well-mannered, well-educated, gentle and virtuous.
Maybe this is not their true character, but if they have a bad character, they will not be able to control and express their emotions so well.
Yang Qianli has met too many people and has a very accurate vision.
There are dragons and phoenixes among men. Birds of a feather flock together.
Yang Qianli envied Yang Fan's youth and the people he met.
Money and power are like characters with magical equipment in a game, which can really make them powerful. Yang Qianli is a local hero, and he always feels that he can basically get whatever he wants.
But since he met Yang Fan and took a car all the way to Hailing Island, he realized that he lacked much more than Yang Fan.
He always thought he was very rich, but in front of Yang Fan, he was as poor as a beggar.
He has nothing but money and power.
His beloved wife died unexpectedly at a young age, his children were unfilial, and the woman he married was just a pretty face and not sensible at all.
This time, receiving Yang Fan was half business and half personal. His wife was unwilling to come along and ran back to her hometown.
Although there was indeed something going on back home, Yang Qianli was helpless as his wife did not know the importance of the matter.
Looking back on the time when I first entered the official career, I was full of energy and everything went smoothly, and my wife played an indispensable role in my success.
Just when he thought he was the happiest man in the world, his wife died unexpectedly. Since then, he has had a lot of misfortunes. After his children entered their rebellious period, they have been on the path of rebellion.
I thought the child of my second wife wouldn't be so bad because he had a mother, but I didn't expect that he would also be a useless child.
Especially after hearing the conversation between Guoguo and Aunt Thirteen, Yang Qianli became even more envious of Yang Fan.
"Mom, is there a time machine in the world?" Guoguo asked Aunt Thirteen.
Glancing at Yang Fan, Aunt Thirteen smiled and replied, "Yes, your father is."