Meeting Yan Rufeng tonight was unexpected.
After Yan Jiang met Yan Rufeng, he suddenly turned into a mad dog. After his emotional breakdown, he spoke indiscriminately and aggressively.
Later, he took Song Fei away, and after getting into the car, Yan Jiang's eyes were all red.
Song Fei drove the car very slowly this time, with all the windows down. She was holding the steering wheel with her right hand, and her left hand was out the window of the car.
After knocking on the car door a few times with her fingers, Song Fei suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road.
Ahead, Han Zhan saw Song Fei stop the car, so he found a nearby spot to stop.
Han Zhan and Song Ci sat in the car and waited for them quietly without getting out.
Song Fei sent Song Ci a wechat message: [Leave later.]
Song Ci: [Okay.]
Song Fei turned off her mobile phone and turned her head to look at Yan Jiang. Seeing that Yan Jiang's eyes were flushed, Song Fei felt uncomfortable.
No one knew better than Song Fei how much influence Yan Rufeng had on Yan Jiang. It can be said that Yan Rufeng is the source of Yan Jiang's pain.
Being bullied by classmates, ridiculed by neighbors, discriminated against and insulted, all because of that person.
Song Fei will always remember that late at night when Grandma Yan hanged herself, Yan Jiang knocked on the door of their house in a panic, stumbled and ran into the house, knelt on the ground weakly on one knee, and shouted that Grandma was dead with a pale face.
He was so helpless, he was so frightened that everyone trembled and his mouth trembled. But at that time, where was Yan Rufeng
Song Fei wanted Yan Jiang to be happy.
She found a cigarette, took one out, and handed it to Yan Jiang. "They say that when you're bored, smoking a cigarette can relieve your boredom." Song Fei stuffed the cigarette into Yan Jiang's hand, and when Yan Jiang looked down, Song Fei told him: "Yan Jiang, I like your happy life." look."
Yan Jiang didn't squeeze the cigarette, but held Song Fei's hand.
Song Fei frowned and remained silent.
Yan Jiang said in a hoarse voice, "If you hug me, I will be happy."
Song Fei took off her seat belt, leaned over, and held Yan Jiang in her arms. At that moment, Song Fei suddenly thought of that late night many years ago, when she hugged the little boy who was trembling because of fear that night just like now.
Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei's waist, and he said: "I thought he was dead, that he had gone abroad. I really didn't expect that he has been living in Wangdong City all these years, doing a job that has the most professional contact with me. "
Song Fei patted Yan Jiang's back lightly, but remained silent.
Yan Jiang also said: "I have been in the entertainment industry for four years, and I have cooperated with the artists of Empire Entertainment countless times. I also went to the celebration party of Empire Entertainment. I had so many opportunities to meet him, but I missed them all. , You said, did he avoid me on purpose? Or do we really have no fate?"
Regardless of the facts, Yan Jiang has a steelyard in his heart.
"I am so famous that no one in the entertainment industry knows Yan Jiang's name. As the director of Empire Entertainment, how could Yan Rufeng not know me? He knows me, and he would rather hide in the dark and watch me. Refuse to come out and meet me."
"A Fei, my mother abandoned me, my grandma abandoned me, and my father turned a blind eye to me."
Hugging Song Fei's body tightly, Yan Jiang's tears fell on Song Fei's shoulders, and he said: "A Fei, I am an orphan, I am not greedy, so I beg you not to leave me."
Song Fei felt very uncomfortable, how could she reject the frail and sad Yan Jiang
Kissing Yan Jiang's side face, Song Fei told him: "Don't shed tears for those who are not worthy."
She wiped away Yan Jiang's teardrops, and ordered him domineeringly: "Remember, your tears can only be shed for me. Others are not worth your tears."
Yan Jiang was comforted by Song Fei's domineering appearance. "I'm in a much better mood, let's go and have supper."
Song Fei let go of Yan Jiang, stared at his handsome face, and felt a ball in her heart. "Can you still eat?"
"able."
"Then let's go."
Watching Song Fei's car restart, Han Zhan also started the car.
When Song Fei's car left first, Han Zhan followed them at a leisurely pace.
Han Zhan knew it was not good to ask about other people's private affairs, but he was also curious. Han Zhan couldn't help asking Song Ci, "What's going on with Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng?"
Song Ci: "Brother Han, do you know Yan Rufeng well?"
"It's not a deep understanding, and I have heard a little about his things."
"How do other people evaluate him?" Song Ci asked.
Han Zhan said, "Praise is greater than slander." He asked curiously, "What's going on with Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng?"
Song Ci's expression was dull, and she said in a muffled voice: "When Yan Jiang was twelve years old, Yan Rufeng abandoned Yan Jiang, his mother, and his grandma, and ran away from that house."
"Because of Yan Rufeng, Yan Jiang was poked in the back since he was a child. At that time, his classmates secretly called him a pervert. Yan Jiang was always bullied when he was young, so he hated his father Yan Rufeng to death."
"So that's what happened." Han Zhan is so smart, Han Zhan can figure out things that Song Ci just thought of.
Han Zhan said: "Yan Rufeng ran away from home may have hidden reasons, but in any case, the child is innocent. Regardless of whether Yan Rufeng is guilty or not, what he did is really sorry for Yan Jiang."
Chatting and chatting, the car has already driven to downtown.
Song Ci smelled a scent, she hooked her nose, turned her head to look out the window, and saw a guy in a white vest roasting durians on the side of the road. Song Ci is so greedy.
"Brother Han." Song Ci's voice sounded particularly soft and obedient.
Han Zhan's heart softened, and he hummed, "What's wrong?"
Song Ci said, "Can you pull over and stop the car?"
"What? Go to the bathroom?"
"No." Song Ci pointed to the back and said, "There's a handsome guy roasting durians over there."
For the first time, when Song Ci mentioned someone else's man, Han Zhan didn't pay attention to the man who caught Song Ci's attention.
As soon as Han Zhan heard about durian, he felt sick.
But he still parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car with Song Ci.
The barbecue shop was nearby, Song Ci called Song Fei and told them to go to the barbecue shop to order first, and she dragged Han Zhan to the barbecue stand.
Han Zhan felt uncomfortable when he smelled that smell, but Song Ci had a big belly, and he couldn't let Song Ci stand alone in front of the barbecue booth, for fear that she would be bumped into and hurt.
It was very hot near the barbecue stand. Song Ci, who was pregnant, was very afraid of the heat, and a layer of sweat appeared on her face in less than two minutes. Han Zhan couldn't bear to see her suffer, so he said, "Go to the car, there is an air conditioner in the car, and I will wait here."
Song Ci was very moved, "Brother Han, I really love you." Song Ci got into the car without any burden and turned on the air conditioner.
Han Zhan was about to be suffocated by the smell of roasted durian.
After the durian was roasted, Han Zhan and another customer split the durian in half. Han Zhan took the big half.
He asked the store to dig out the durian meat and pack it in a sealed box. After carrying the durian into the car, Han Zhan quickly drove to a nearby park with few people.
Han Zhan sent the durian and Song porcelain to the chairs in the park and sat down, then went back to the car.
He sat in the car, rolled down the window and watched Song Ci.
Song Ci finished eating the durian, and as soon as he got in the car, Han Zhan handed him a bottle of xylitol chewing gum.
Song Ci obediently poured out two pieces of gum and threw it into her mouth. While chewing the gum, she dared not speak for fear that her durian-flavored breath would suffocate Han Zhan.
After eating the barbecue, it was past eleven o'clock. It was too late to go back to the Banshan Villa, so he called Zhong Buhui to inform them of the situation, and Han Zhan took Song Ci back to their home.
As soon as he entered the room, Han Zhan hugged Song Ci and wanted to make out, but as soon as he touched Song Ci's lips and smelled the faint smell of durian, Han Zhan couldn't put his mouth down immediately.
He had a weird expression, a tangled look of being reluctant to let go of dessert and afraid of gaining weight after eating dessert, Song Ci couldn't help covering his mouth and chuckling.
Song Ci pushed Han Zhan away and said with a smile, "I'm going to brush my teeth."
Han Zhan rested his forehead and sighed: "Sorry, I really can't accept the smell of durian."
"I know."
Song Ci went to brush her teeth, chewed a few more gums, and then went to bed.
Han Zhan hugged her, and the two fell asleep after talking for a while.
When Song Ci opened her eyes the next morning, she saw Han Zhan standing beside the bed changing clothes. Ever since she was pregnant, Song Ci was afraid that being too excited would cause contractions that would be bad for the child, so Song Ci didn't dare to take advantage of Han Zhan.
Such beautiful scenery can only be seen. Seeing but not eating, Song Ci was a little sad.
"There is a locker room, so can't you change in the locker room?" What are you going to do to seduce her by running up to her
Han Zhan replied solemnly: "Let you have an eye addiction."
"you are so cruel."
Han Zhan grinned. He pointed to the mobile phone on the bedside table and said, "The godmother called half an hour ago, and she was looking for you."
"Looking for me?" Song Ci sat up and asked Han Zhan, "What do you want me for?"
"Didn't tell me, maybe it's a secret between you women?" Han Zhan raised his brows, and was also a little curious in his heart. What did the godmother want to talk to Song Ci alone
"I told her that you were still sleeping and told you to call her back after you wake up. Remember to call your godmother later and ask." While speaking, Han Zhan threw the tie to Song Ci.
Song Ci picked up his tie, supported the head of the bed and stood up. She bent down, wrapped the tie around Han Zhan's neck, and tied it carefully.
Because of standing on the bed, Song Ci was a lot taller than Han Zhan, and Han Zhan's chin was next to Song Ci's big belly. He put his palm on Song Ci's belly and said with a smile: "When I think of our family I feel miraculous that I am about to have two daughters."
Song Ci felt amused, "Other men call their daughters little princesses, why do you call them girls?" How ugly, there is no paternal love at all.
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you my little princess?"
Song Ci's heart beat faster. "Don't talk sweet words."
After smoothing the tie, Song Ci smoothed the suit jacket on Han Zhan's body, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you can go to work."
"Well, see you tonight."
"See you tonight."
After Han Zhan left, Song Ci got up and went to the toilet, made a simple breakfast for herself, and then called Mo Yao back.
Mo Yao quickly answered the call.
"Godmother, good morning." Song Ci's mouth was sweet, and she called her godmother as soon as she opened her mouth.
Mo Yao said: "I'm in America, Song Ci, you should say good evening to me."
"Godmother went to America? Tolerance?"
"No." Mo Yao played tricks, she asked Song Ci to guess what she was going to do in New York, USA.
Song Ci thought for a while and said, "Could it be that you are traveling with Uncle Li?"
"Your Uncle Li is with me, but not traveling."
"Then I really can't figure it out."
Mo Yao laughed, his voice quite pleasant.
Something good must have happened to Mo Yao, otherwise she wouldn't be so happy.
"Song Ci, you and Uncle Li's test-tube baby and I have succeeded." Mo Yao's workload has been reduced in the past six months, and he has focused all his attention on the test-tube baby.
Mo Yao is 53 years old, she is not young anymore. When she was young, because of being poisoned, her ovulation period was disordered, and the quality of her eggs was not good. She had tried IVF several times, but each time ended in failure.
Mo Yao told Song Ci: "Didn't you give me a notebook of Chinese medicine written by your father last year? I found my symptoms in that notebook. It took me two or three months to follow your father's notes. The prescription took the medicine, and after three months of conditioning, the ovulation period turned out to be normal."
"Just yesterday, the doctor told me that Uncle Li and I have finally had a test-tube baby." Mo Yao finally got a son in her fifties. She, who was always good at controlling her emotions, was also a little excited, so that her voice choked up.
"Song Ci, godmother has to thank you."
Seeing that Mo Yao's eyes were red, Li Yao held Mo Yao's hand and patted it. The two looked at each other and smiled again.
After Song Ci heard Mo Yao's words, she was really happy for her. "I am very happy to be able to help the godmother. Congratulations to the godmother and Uncle Li, who have been promoted to expectant parents."
Being congratulated by Song Ci, Mo Yao was still a little embarrassed. She said, "As a godmother, my child is half a year younger than yours and Han Zhan's. I'm quite embarrassed."
"What's the matter? When the godmother's child is born, Han Zhan and I will still call him brother or sister."
Mo Yao laughed again.
After sharing this joy, Song Ci thought of Song Fei's suggestion last night, and said to Mo Yao, "The godmother is pregnant, which means that the note my father left is still useful. I discussed it with Han Zhan, I intend to donate this diary to Sinopharm, so that the country can develop and promote them, so as to avoid private companies selling high-priced medicines.”
Han Zhan knew very well how valuable Song Tingyun's notebook was. He was fully capable of re-establishing a pharmaceutical group, researching and producing independently. When the price of the product was set by him, he would definitely be able to make a lot of money.
But Han Zhan gave up this road to riches.
He said that he did many wrong things under Edward's persecution when he was a child, and later enlisted in the army, his hands were stained with too much blood. Han Zhan especially believes in karma. He wants to donate his notes to benefit more people, so as to accumulate blessings for his two children.
And Song Ci is the kind of person who can live happily with only 1 million savings, and live a chic life with 10 million. Song Ci didn't really care if he had more money or less money, as long as he wasn't so poor.
Song Ci also agreed with Han Zhan's proposal.
After Mo Yao heard Song Ci and Han Zhan's decision, she was silent for a while, and then said: "You can handle it yourself, and I will send someone to send the notes to you. Song Ci, thank you very much this time." , the next time the godmother comes to visit you, I will bring you another bag of diamonds. I recently bought dozens of diamonds, and there must be something you like!"
Mo Yao gave gold and diamonds as soon as they disagreed, Song Ci grinned with joy, "Thank you godmother!"
After hanging up the phone, Song Ci simply cleaned up, and when Ah Song arrived, he followed him back to the Banshan Villa.
On the way back to the villa in Banshan, Song Ci asked Ah Song: "A Song, why are you picking me up these few days, where is Brother Long?"
A Song smiled and said, "Brother Long is in charge of picking up Mr. Han during this period, and we have changed shifts."
"Why the sudden shift?"
Asong said: "It will often be like this in the future."
"Is it?"
Song Ci always felt that something was wrong.
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At noon, Han Zhan returned to the company after seeing off the customer team from the UK.
On the way, passing a dessert house, Han Zhan asked Long Yu to pull over the car. He went into the house and bought a dessert, planning to take it home for Song Ci to eat after get off work.
Returning to the office with the dessert, Han Zhan put the dessert on the desk. He took off his coat, sat down, and just turned on the computer when there was a sudden bang on the floor-to-ceiling glass opposite.
Han Zhan suddenly looked up at the glass, and saw a black bullet in the middle of the glass.
Han Zhan's pupils suddenly constricted!
Click—
On the bulletproof glass, dense cracked lines spread like spider webs.
Han Zhan quickly got up and hid under the work table, turned on his cell phone, and dialed Long Yu's number.
The phone rang for only two seconds before being answered by Long Yu.
"Mr. Han, you"
"There are snipers in the commercial street on the north side of the building!"
Long Yu, who was drowsy in the car, immediately woke up and dozed off after hearing Han Zhan's words. He subconsciously put the gun on and started the car. While driving, Long Yu asked Han Zhan for details.
Han Zhan told Long Yu: "The bulletproof glass window on the north side of my office was hit, but it wasn't broken. I'm fine. The snipers should be hiding in the commercial street on the north side, in a building over 80 meters high."
Han Zhan didn't hear the gunfire anymore, he was about to get out from under the table, when there was another ding, the bulletproof glass finally shattered and fell on the floor of Han Zhan's office.
A bullet spun into the office and landed on the table above Han Zhan's head.
Han Zhan quickly got up from under the table and rolled into the lounge on the inside.
Long Yu heard the movement, he cursed something, and immediately shouted: "Mr. Han, protect yourself, I'll go and catch that grandson!"
Han Zhan hung up Long Yu's call.
He hid behind the screen for nearly two minutes, then grabbed the black pillow on the bed and threw it towards the desk.
puff-
Almost at the moment when the pillow was about to fall on the desk, a bullet precisely hit the pillow, and the goose down in the pillow was scattered in the air, and the scene was a bit beautiful.
Han Zhan narrowed his eyes, staring at the pillow and the dessert box on the table that was hit by bullets.
Han Zhan stood there for five minutes before throwing another pillow over. This time the pillow landed on the table safely and unharmed.
After confirming that the sniper had withdrawn, Han Zhan came out from behind the screen.
He stood by the desk, staring at the shattered bulletproof glass, his eyes were cold.
Pressing the internal line, Han Zhan said to the secretary: "Let President Li come up."
"Good Mr. Han."
Within three or four minutes, Li Li came up.
Li Li pushed the door open and entered, seeing the shattered glass all over the floor in front of Han Zhan, his eyelids twitched.
That's bulletproof glass!
"Mr. Han, what's going on?"
Han Zhan held two bullets in his left hand.
He turned around, lifted the bullet, and said to Li Li, "Notify someone to install this glass."
Li Li stared at the bullet in Han Zhan's hand, his heart beating fast. He is just an ordinary businessman, and he has never seen such a thing as a bullet.
Li Li walked up to Han Zhan and carefully touched the two bullets.
It feels cold to the touch, exuding a chill.
Li Li frowned, and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, who did you offend?"
"My enemies are too numerous to count." They ranged from those on the road to the most wanted criminals in the world. I don't know how many people wanted to take Han Zhan's life.
Li Li complained in his heart: This answer is 100% pretentious.
"Clean up the glass first, and don't let this matter out." Han Zhan turned to the desk, threw the bullet into the drawer, and then threw the broken dessert into the trash can.
After finishing all this, Han Zhan pressed the secretary's internal line and told the other party: "Order me a takeaway, and I want a chestnut cake from Misu's house."
"Good Mr. Han."
Li Li was already terrified by the scene in front of him, but Han Zhan was still thinking about the cake he bought for Song Ci, he really was a ruthless person.
Li Li admired Han Zhan a little.
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Long Yu led his people to the commercial street on the north side and searched every corner carefully. Finally, Long Yu found traces of the sniper on the rooftop of an express chain hotel.
The sniper took everything away, leaving only the trace of his crawling on the ground, but beside the trace, there was a photo pressed with a stone.
Photos are face down and back up.
Long Yu carefully removed the stone, turned the photo over, and saw a beautiful figure from the back.
The back view is of a woman. The woman is wearing a black robe and her hair is draped, standing in front of a swimming pool. Although the woman turned her back to the photographer, Long Yu recognized the woman's identity at a glance.
It's Song Ci!
Long Yu recognized the scene in the photo and the clothes on Song Ci's body. They were the clothes they wore in the temple when they went to Brunei last time.
Long Yu's heart was full of horror.
This man, what does it mean to leave a picture of his wife here
Long Yu called Han Zhan in time and reported the situation here. "Mr. Han, we came late, the people have already evacuated, leaving no trace of identity. However, the sniper left something behind."
Han Zhan asked in a low voice, "What is it?"
Long Yu hesitated for a moment before saying, "A photo of Madam when she was traveling in Brunei."
Han Zhan suddenly clenched his fists.
Long Yu guessed and said: "Mr. Han, I suspect that this person is most likely the man who accosted Madam in the Brunei temple."
Han Zhan let go of his fist, and said, "Long Yu, bring someone back, and bring back the photos."
"good."
Long Yu quickly returned to Han Zhan's office. He put the photo on Han Zhan's desk and said, "Mr. Han, this is the photo."
Han Zhan picked up the photo, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and said, "It's a pretty good shot."
Long Yu frowned and didn't dare to speak more.
Han Zhan put the photos in the drawer and said to Long Yu, "Send someone to protect the wife. Nothing will happen to her, and neither will the child in her belly." Han Zhan didn't even notice that his hands were shaking.
Long Yu stared at Han Zhan's hand for a few seconds before reassuring: "Mr. Han, don't worry, as long as I have breath, Madam will be fine."
"Well, it's been hard work."
After Long Yu left, Han Zhan didn't want to do any more work. He turned off his computer and just wanted to go home and hug Song Ci.
After turning off the computer, Han Zhan took away the charging phone, put on his suit jacket and left.
When they arrived at the underground garage, Han Zhan sat in the carriage and wanted to see if Song Ci had updated Moments or Weibo today.
As soon as he opened WeChat, Han Zhan received a friend request.
Han Zhan opened the friend review, and saw that the other party was a user with a dark profile picture. That person's WeChat name was very simple, called—
a.
Intuition tells Han Zhan that A is A Rang, his half-brother.
Han Zhan was out of his mind for a while before he passed A's friend application.
The other party has been typing, and has not sent a message after typing for a long time.
Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, thinking: What are you typing? You haven't finished writing it for so long. Are you writing a confession
After a while, Ah Rang sent a voice, three seconds long.
Han Zhan turned on the voice, and heard A Rang say with a smile: "Long time no see, Huo Fu, have you received the gift I gave you?" A Rang's Chinese pronunciation is very gorgeous, and it sounds eloquent.
Han Zhan also responded to the other party's voice.
A Rang turned on the voice, and heard Han Zhan asking in a deep voice: "So you just typed for a long time, and finally found that you can't type Chinese, so you had to give up typing and change to voice?"
A Rang, who was completely guessed by Han Zhan: "."
A Rang crunched the lollipop in his mouth.
Han Zhan is so annoying!
A Rang kicked the lamppost beside him.
On the side, the young man who was also waiting for a taxi heard what A Rang had done. He frowned and warned A Lan: "Sir, if you damage public property, you will be fined if you report it."
A Rang turned his head, revealing a handsome face that was astonishing as heaven.
The young boy was shocked by this beauty, and was speechless for a while.
A Rang took out a lollipop from his pocket, handed it to the young boy, and said, "Bribe you, don't report me, okay?"
Little boy: "."
The young boy accepted A Rang's bribe, unwrapped the paper bag, took out a lollipop, stuffed it into his mouth, tasted it, and said, "This lollipop is delicious. What is it? I've never eaten it before."
Jean: "Ketamine."
The young boy was dumbfounded.
Ah Rang patted the other party's head, made the other party's face flushed, and threw a sentence lightly: "Synthetic drugs."
The little boy was taken aback for a moment, and then his face turned pale.
A Rang sneered, and said, "You're a liar, kid!" He thought of something, curled his mouth, and said contemptuously, "Kids are good at deceiving people, and people believe what they say."
They clearly agreed to run away together in the future, but some people left first.
A Rang turned around and left. He got on a bus, sat down, and then pressed the voice button, and replied to Han Zhan: [Hof, please send my regards to the porcelain beauty, just say, I miss her very much .]
When Han Zhan heard A Rang's voice, his fingertips were cold.
After sending the message, Ah Rang pressed half of his face with a hat to cover the scorching sun, and then closed his eyes and dozed off.
When he came to China for the first time, Ah Rang found everything novel, even the crowded bus became an interesting toy in his eyes.
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The bus stopped at the station, and seeing no one coming up, the driver started the car and closed the door to leave. At this time, an aunt holding an umbrella ran over cursing.
The driver saw that the man had been chasing the car and stopped the car.
As soon as the car door was opened, the aunt got on the bus in a hurry. She glared at the driver fiercely, and with the umbrella in her hand, she slammed on the slot machine next to the driver.
After typing, the aunt scolded: "I didn't see anyone getting on the bus! You are amazing at driving the bus! I really thought the bus was your car!"
"I paid for the car, do you have the right not to let me get in the car?"
The driver couldn't help but argue, saying: "Ma'am, you are late, and you have already passed the station."
"You're justified in refusing to carry passengers, aren't you?" The aunt opened the small wallet, rummaged through it, found two fifty-cent coins, and threw them into the slot machine.
She scolded the driver a few more words before looking for a seat with her umbrella.
As a result, when I turned around, I saw that all the seats in the car were full, and I couldn't find a vacant seat. The aunt's complexion sank, and she walked straight to a thinner boy in a loose-fitting shirt.
The aunt pushed the boy hard, and cursed: "You are so young, what seat do you sit in! Don't you know you have to give way to the old man! Are you blind?"
Everyone in the car frowned and looked at the aunt with disgust.
Seeing that the boy didn't respond, the aunt got angry. She heyed and pushed the boy again.
In a drowsy sleep, Ah Rang was suddenly shaken awake, and he opened his eyes in displeasure.
Just as he was about to pull up his hat, Ah Rang heard an aunt scolding above his head in a high-pitched voice: "You're still pretending to be asleep, do you have a sense of morality! Do you have a conscience!"
"stand up!"
Agen:
What the hell
He took off his hat, looked up, and stared at the aunt beside him.
The aunt looked about fifty years old. She was holding an umbrella in her left hand and a bag of vegetables in her right hand.
Seeing A Rang raised his head, revealing a European and American face, the aunt was stunned, and then cursed: "So you are a foreigner, no wonder you have to know the rules!"
The aunt knocked on the chair under Alan's buttocks with the umbrella in her hand, and said fiercely: "Give me a seat, my leg hurts!"
A Rang pushed down his hat again.
He lowered his head, only showing his beautiful jawline. "You want me to give up my seat?" The young man's voice was very gorgeous, like a medieval duke giving a speech.
Aunt: "I'm getting old, shouldn't you give up your seat to me!" The aunt is used to it, and her attitude is too arrogant.
Ah Rang suddenly giggled, the laughter made the scalp tingle.
But the aunt didn't find anything wrong, she knocked on the chair under A Rang again, and urged A Lan: "Get up!"
A Rang tilted his head and glanced at the slogan posted by the window. After recognizing the meaning of the row of Chinese characters, Ah Rang said: "On the bus, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled should be courteous."
A Rang raised his head slightly and smiled at Auntie treacherously.
That smile frightened the aunt.
A Rang stood up slowly, and while standing up, said: "I don't think you are old, you are not a child, and you are not pregnant."
The corners of Ah Rang's mouth reached to the ears, and he said, "So you are disabled?"
The aunt realized that the young man was swearing, she poohed, and shouted loudly: "You are the disabled! Your whole family is disabled! You are so young, you have a vicious heart!"
A Rang thought she was too loud and abusive, so he stretched out his right foot, kicking the aunt's knee quickly and forcefully.
The aunt's knee seemed to be hit by a hammer, and she knelt forward uncontrollably!
"ah!"
The passengers were terrified.
A Rang stepped on the aunt's knee, smiling, and pressed hard with his feet.
When the aunt heard the sound of her bones breaking, she cried out in grief: "It's terrible, foreigners beat Chinese people!"
All the passengers in the car were frightened by A Rang, and the aunt was indeed hated by others, so no one helped her. Even the driver, just parked the car on the side of the road and forgot to react.
A Rang pulled the crying aunt up with one hand, and said to her respectfully, "Ma'am, you have a disabled leg and are inconvenient. Please sit down." The broken legs were arranged carefully, and they hung down in front of the seat.
Aunt was frightened by A Rang's polite appearance after hurting someone. Her forehead was sweating from the pain, but she didn't dare to swear another word.
This is a neurosis!
Ah Rang walked to the driver's seat of the bus. He lowered his hat and smiled at the driver, and praised the driver: "Master, your driving skills are good and stable, and you deserve five-star praise."
After speaking, he pressed the door open button, and got out of the car in such a grand manner, leaving behind a car full of dumbfounded passengers and a crying aunt.
When Han Zhan came home, Song Ci was watching a video on his mobile phone.
Han Zhan vaguely heard a man on the phone saying, "Look, it's this young man in a hat, he's been sleeping since he got in the car, and this aunt is swearing at people after getting in the car."
"The aunt woke up the young man and asked him to give up his seat. The words were a little fierce and the words were not pleasant. The young man crippled her right leg and knee, and then invited her to sit in the seat. Because the young man was wearing a hat all the time and did not show his face. , It is more difficult to find out his identity."
Han Zhan walked up to Song Ci and sat down, asking her, "What are you looking at?"
Song Ci handed the mobile phone to Han Zhan directly, and told him concisely: "There is an aunt who is too arrogant and asks a young man to give up her seat. In the end, the young man beat her legs and gave up her seat."
The young man really did "drive in a civilized way, give up his seat for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled".
Han Zhan said, "Really, there are such talents?"
Han Zhan replayed the video. In the video, the young man's face was almost completely covered by his brain, only his chin and nose were exposed.
Han Zhan didn't recognize this person's identity, so he returned the phone to Song Ci, and then said: "Ruthless people will be taken by ruthless people."
Presumably this aunt will never dare to rely on her old age to sell her old age.
At this moment, Han Zhan's WeChat rang again.
Han Zhan opened WeChat, saw A Rang and said: [It turns out that the input method also supports handwriting.]
Han Zhan
Ah Rang sent another message: [Brother, I seem to have become a new Internet celebrity because of beating someone on the bus.]
Han Zhan was a little tired. This troublemaker, no matter where he goes, he refuses to live in peace!
In real life, there are really such unreasonable passengers. The description of this aunt is not exaggerated, life is sometimes more exaggerated than novels.
(end of this chapter)