Zhang Yuan was joking, stepping out first, letting Yang Huimin in, and then sitting in Yang Huimin's seat, feeling that there was still the warmth of a mature beauty, and his heart was agitated.
Although Yang Huimin is 30 years old, she still maintains her graceful figure when she was elected as Miss Xiangjiang. His eyebrows are single and phoenix, his lips are red and his teeth are white. A pair of provocative dens are dotted with light peach makeup. Her career has made her a little more elegant and extravagant. It can be said that this is a glamorous, breathtaking and charming person who makes people eager to conquer.
"It's okay, what does it mean to sign a name?" Yang Huimin grinned, very attractive. She also has a fondness for this strange and gentle man. In fact, she is not a casual person who has a fondness for others, but the tone of the person in front of her is very good. Why is the sound a little familiar
"What are you looking at?" Yang Huimin asked again.
"Well, it's called Duoxinjing." Zhang Yuan handed the copy to Yang Huimin.
Yang Huimin, who wasn't there before, turned a few pages and asked, "Is this a Buddhist scripture?"
"No." Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Duoxinjing is actually a martial arts secret book. After learning it, you can divide your mind into several, consider several different things at the same time, or do different things at the same time. "
"Haha." Yang Huimin grinned, and threw it back to Zhang Yuan, smiling: "One mind is divided into several, so it's better to call it the Flower Heart Sutra."
"Uh..." Zhang Yuan touched his nose, this woman really has the potential of a vixen, how can she be involved in the relationship between men and women inexplicably? Of course, put a few more thoughts on different women, well, it seems that this is also a good idea.
On the 20th, noon, off Japan, 5000 meters away, a 0-seat medium-sized regional aircraft was flying normally. The golden-yellow sixteen-petal circular chrysanthemum pattern on the tail of the aircraft symbolizes the identity of the aircraft. The Japanese royal plane .
Cangye is humming a piece of weird sound that no one understands. If he is a native of Northwest China, he will definitely hear that it is an ancient piece of music originating from Northwest China, Qinqiang.
"Master Zheng, the plane has passed Kyushu Island, and it will arrive in Tokyo in about half an hour." A waitress walked over to report.
"Oh, I see." Cang Yefu opened his wrinkled old eyes, thinking in his heart that Zhang Yuan's kid should also take off.
"No! The radio was interfered! We were bitten by a fighter plane!" Suddenly, from the front cab, there was a panic cry.
There was a dissonant sound in the quiet cabin.
"Don't mess!" Cang Ye roared and walked to the cab, only to see two more small spots on the radar, which was chasing at an extremely fast speed.
Everyone in the cockpit felt the strange atmosphere. In the past, the Emperor planes were also escorted by fighter jets, but at that time, fighter jets would take the initiative to communicate with special planes and use radio interference whenever possible. This is an extremely hostile behavior.
If you are outside the plane, you can see two painted with paste, "The target has been found. The 17th Air Force of the Japan Sea Self-Defense Force Nakasakeda Asaji reported that the pursuit of the target has been found. Please instruct the next step." The f15 pilot reported blankly. .
"Destroy him!" a ruthless order came out on the radio.
On the regional plane here, Ao Ye roared, "These bastards, what do you want to do! Contact them and ask them what they want to do! Didn't they see that this is the special plane of the Celestial Royal Family?"
"Report to the ground command. The target aircraft requires communication with us. May I ask, is it allowed?" The f15 still did not directly attack the Tianhuang special plane. Although the missile launch cover was pushed open, the launch button still couldn't be pressed.
"Yeah, didn't you hear the order! That plane has been hijacked by terrorists! Destroy it immediately!" The ground replied impatiently.
"But that's the Emperor's special plane, why don't you talk about it?" another f15 pilot said.
"Execute the order! I am responsible for a problem!" The ground issued an ultimatum.
"Okay." The two f15 pilots swept up the fuselage at the same time and pressed their thumbs violently. At the same time, the two air-to-air missiles coughed and pierced out with their fiery red tail lights.
There was a loud noise, the regional plane shook violently, and all the instruments on the bridge immediately jumped wildly.
"These bastards!" Fukuo Cangye clenched his fists angrily and commanded loudly: "Everyone, hurry up and skydive!"
Time waits for no one. The small plane cannot withstand the attack of two missiles at all, and it has already begun to roll in the sky.
"Master Zheng, you also hurry up to skydive!" a staff member reminded.
"Haha~" Cang Yefu laughed loudly, locked himself in the flying seat, and sang loudly and high-pitchedly in that pure authentic Shaanxi tone.
Yanzhang hits the north slope of the horse, and there are more new tombs than old ones.
Han Guangwu was buried in the new tomb, and Han Xiaohe was buried in the old tomb.
Qinglong buried Han Xin on his back, and Zhuge was buried before Wuzhangyuan.
There is nothing left in one's life,
Even if I'm afraid of death—what—what!
The f15 pilot reported again: "Reported that the target aircraft was parachuted."
"All killed! Nothing left!"
On the flight from Hong Kong to Tokyo, Zhang Yuan didn't know that his strong support had been killed, and he would face a one-man war next.
"You all know my surname is Yang, and I don't know your surname yet." Yang Huimin had a good view of this man, so she couldn't help chatting a little more during the lonely journey.
"My name is Zhou You." Zhang Yuan said. There is a reason for his practical name. A relative of Zhou Wei's family, the martial arts instructor of the China Overseas Group, is a professor at the University of Hong Kong, so Zhang Yuan borrowed his identity this time, just during the holidays. , And Zhang Yuan invited Zhang Yuan to travel to Zhonghai for free.
"Ah! Your surname is Zhou!" Yang Huimin heard that this man had the same surname as her husband, and her face suddenly became unhappy. It seemed that she really hated Zhou Jialiang.
"Well, although my surname is Zhou, it has nothing to do with your week." Zhang Yuan quickly explained that no man wants beautiful women to hate him.
However, Zhang Yuan’s explanation was a bit of a secret, because outside reports believed that Yang Huimin and Zhou Jialiang had a very good relationship.
But the man in front of him who didn't know him knew very well that he and her husband were not in harmony, and even called him "what the hell of Zhou", which is strange.
"Haha, what does Mr. Zhou do?" Yang Huimin asked next, wanting to know if this man was in the show business or the entertainment industry.
"Oh, I am from the Chinese Department of the University of Hong Kong, teaching." Zhang Yuan said modestly.
The Chinese department, no wonder this is the case. Yang Huimin nodded secretly and smiled, "Mr. Zhou became a university professor at a young age. It's really admirable."
But how can a university professor know that he has a bad relationship with her husband? Then Yang Huimin asked again, "Professor Zhou, have we met before?"
Zhang Yuan said in his heart, not only did you meet, you also seduce me.