At Zifeng Villa, Yang Ningbing looked up at the crystal rose wall clock that Yehetu brought from a European Royal Castle, put down the teacup and frowned: "Will there be a traffic jam on the road? Why haven't you arrived yet? Xuehen, who got off the plane, doesn't know how to call home."

"Sister, don't worry, why did that guy Wudao want Xuehen to have something wrong? Moreover, the Ye family also attaches great importance to Xuehen's personal safety in the United States. As a result, Xuehen is the most luxurious money tree in the world for the Ye family." Yang Ningsu, who stared at the TV screen, said slightly dissatisfied, and reached out to take a wax imported from Taiwan. The TV shows Murong Xuehen's grand occasion at the European Music Awards ceremony. He wears a classic and gentle plain cheongsam, which is amazing.

Ye Hetu didn't care about the sarcasm of the Southern Gold Medal host for the Ye family. The Yang family never concealed his disgust towards the Ye family. If it weren't for the combination of countless glasses, the two families wouldn't have planned together. Ye Hetu looked at the parallel-cargo Vacheron Constantin watch bought from Shenzhen for 120 yuan. Indeed, the flight was not misleading after contacting Pudong Airport. In this way, there was indeed something wrong with Murong Yatou.

"It's okay if you don't say it, but I'll get angry as soon as I say it. Wudao didn't say it, even called to go to Hong Kong to drive. He didn't know how to go to Pudong to pick up Xuehen. I'll settle the score with him when he comes back!" Yang Ningbing said "viciously". Seeing the watch in Ye Hetu's hand, he couldn't help but smile.

When they were bargaining with the boss, Ye Hetu was wearing a veritable top Vacheron Constantin. When he stretched out his arm, "Boss. Look at my piece, how is it, it's much better than your piece, right? Guess how much it costs, 12! You are so embarrassed to ask me for two hundred and four?! Killing pigs is not the way to kill. It's not easy for everyone to go out, only 20, that's it,' when the boss collapsed completely on the spot and had to stop 12 and scramble. At that time, Yang Ningbing, who was on a business trip in Shenzhen, went on a business trip to visit the market with Ye Hetu, secretly said only two words after seeing this scene, shameless!

Finally, Yang Ningbing added an adjective, which was very shameless!

Ye Hetu couldn't help frowning. Could it be that the Holy See's misunderstanding that the fishes were secretly making trouble? In this way, it was his own fault, and Macau was indeed uneasy. Not to mention that Augusta, a little bastard, came up with a perverted family that he was a little taboo, and several assassination organizations hired by European families. Now, not to mention that the bastard has no peace, even everyone around the bastard is.

"I just want to have some desserts first, don't let me eat you all as a big meal in advance." Ye Hetu, who killed two holy warriors, sneered and murmured to himself, but then thought of Helian Liuli's words. Ye Hetu was relieved again. If he intervened, the layout of this bastard might have changed too much. Let's wait and see for the time being.

"Sister, don't give you a few sets of ** published in Hong Kong and throw these harsh words behind you." Yang Ningsu smiled. Although the provincial gold medal host was wearing a dense black turtleneck sweater and casual jeans today, although this eliminated her past smart and capable elegant temperament, she also felt sexy. That's because of the lines. When the clothes outlined the lines of women to the greatest extent, the woman's taste came out.

"Hmph, how can I spare him this time?" Yang Ningbing was trapped by the provocation, and Liu Qing'er, who was beside him, held back her smile.

The tragic experience of Ye Wudao in the next few days after he came back was laid a solid foundation because of Yang Ningsu's words, and the initiator was so at ease that he laughed secretly.

"Sister Murong is really beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful person before. What do you think, aunt?" Helian Liu sat next to Yang Ningsu in her arms like a crystal doll and sighed, Shui Ling's eyes staring at the TV screen.

In the surrounding Ye Hetu, Yang Ningbing and Liu Qing'er were both amused by the little girl's innocent words. Yang Ningsu touched Helian Liuli's little head and said gently: "Well, she is the most undisputed person in the Yang family and the Ye family. Speaking of which, I am both half of Xuehen's admirer. Liuli, you will be so beautiful when you grow up~"

The doorbell rang, and Yang Ningbing was the first to rush out to watch the door. She saw a clear and beautiful face that she had been waiting for for a long time.

Murong Xuehen, with a little excitement, shyness and expectation, stood in front of Yang Ningbing, and tears fell down. The busyness of running around the world this year and the pain of missing her beloved turned into tears of grievance at this moment. In front of Yang Ningbing, her mother, she has always been the child who was wronged and expresses happiness and excitement.

"Don't cry or cry, your mother will feel distressed, and she will cry with you." Yang Ningbing held the slightly thin girl with moist eyes, feeling a lot of satisfaction. She never regarded Murong Xuehen as a classical master in the music field. In her mind, Xuehen will always be the silly girl who doesn't know how to ask for her son's slight reward.

If it weren't for the Ye family and his son, how could Murong Xuehen's child, who was so quiet and indifferent, enter the world's vision, and how could he start a global tour and publish a music album? When Yang Ningbing thought of this, she became angry and glared at the prodigal son of the Ye family, who innocently picked up the magazine to resist the sharp vision of his woman.

For Ye Hetu, pretending to be confused is always more comfortable than pretending to be smart, but it also has difficulties, because he is smart and is very wise.

"Mom, you're losing weight." Murong Xuehen pouted and stared at Yang Ningbing. He had just been promoted to vice governor and became a member of the Central Committee. I heard that there were still people making trouble in the province recently, which made my mother worry a lot. There were thousands of words, but not many people who really said it. For Murong Xuehen, Zifeng Villa is her home, and everything about her is here, safe, warm, and happy like a harbor.

"I also said, look at yourself, you are so thin. No, I will make up for you next, and I must raise you with white and fat!" Yang Ningbing took Murong Xuehen's hand and walked in. Suddenly, she saw a cold and beautiful child standing behind Murong Xuehen. She looked at Murong Xuehen who was laughing but silent, and knew it in her heart. She squatted down and smiled, "Are you a peacock?"

The peacock pouted her little mouth rarely, which was a question that seemed quite unnecessary to her. This is also because Yang Ningbing was Ye Wudao's mother. She was really lazy to pay attention to it. If you know that many times when Peacock was reading precious ancient books in the study of the Ye family, there were no birds in the silver fox Ye Zhengling, you would understand how "cute" this child was. In the huge Ye family, this little guy could give Ye Zhengling his face.

"Be good, aunt will give you candy later." Yang Ningbing, who quickly touched the peacock's head, held back her smile. She had heard about the deeds of this little girl, so she was not surprised by the coldness of the peacock. And she took the opportunity to take advantage of this child. Who wouldn't know that this domineering child in the Ye family in Washington doesn't like others to touch her.

The peacock seemed to be quite dissatisfied with Yang Ningbing's despicable behavior, and his little mouth was pouting higher.

Murong Xuehen and Ye Hetu and Yang Ningsu greeted him, their eyes shining brightly as soon as they saw Helian Liuli. They were such a cute child. They immediately ran to her and sat down with a smile, "What's your name? Can you tell your sister?"

Helian Liuli stared deeply at the sister of the brother Wudao in front of him, and after a long time he showed a naive and bright smile, "My name is Liuli, and Brother Wudao took me in, but both uncle and aunt were very nice to me."

"Liuli, Liuli, a very nice name." Murong Xuehen gently pinched Helian Liuli's little face.

"Sister Murong will give birth to a child as beautiful as you, and she looks very much like Brother Wudao." Helian Liuli smiled, with a hint of hidden depth.

"That's best." Murong Xuehen was slightly stunned and did not reminisce too much. Anyway, Wudao said that she didn't like boys who were too naughty, and girls could have one or two more. However, Ye Hetu and Yang Ningbing were already open their mouths and laughed secretly. Although Yang Ningbing was still skeptical about the Fengshui fortune-telling statement. However, after spending time with Liuli, she chewed almost every sentence. After work every day, she listened to this child's interesting things about the construction of Fengshui and palmismal aspects of the Forbidden City. This is her greatest relaxation now. Ye Hetu began to consider his future plans. It is not difficult to see who he was going to plot against again from his signature old fox smile.

Maybe now he is starting to look for this grandson-in-law. Don’t think it’s incredible. It’s normal for any strange things to Ye Hetu.

Then Murong Xuehen entrusted Long Er, the only member of the Dragon Group who entered Zifeng Villa, to move all the things on the car in. She originally did it herself, but Yang Ningbing was not willing to let her do it. Liu Qing'er took the initiative to follow Long Er out to move things. Murong Xuehen nodded kindly to the new nanny of Zifeng Villa. In fact, after Murong Xuehen walked into the villa, Liu Qing'er, who had been in a dream and dull state, almost fainted on the spot. Oh, it was Murong Xuehen himself!

At this moment, even Ye Hetu did not notice the undercurrent between the two children in the villa.

Peacock glanced coldly at Helian Liuli sitting on the sofa, and walked straight to a glass cabinet in the corner of the living room to admire the antiques.

Helian Liuli tilted his little head and showed a mysterious smile, staring at the back of the peacock who was more than three years older than him, and muttering to himself.

Murong Xuehen traveled around the world naturally brought a lot of souvenirs, and there must be gifts from various crazy admirers wherever she went. Although she had politely rejected almost all the gifts, she was really embarrassed to refuse the small gifts that were extremely valuable at the same time. She knew that everyone in Zifeng Villa had the habit of collecting them. Ye Hetu liked strange antiques such as jade and ancient swords. Yang Ningbing liked tea and ancient lonely books, while Yang Ningsu collected perfumes and wine. As for Ye Wudao, he knew to secretly collect some yellow magazines and discs when he was young. If Murong Xuehen was forced to help him "collection the stolen house", Ye Wudao would have been peeled off several layers of skin by Yang Ningbing. Later, it was a little better. He liked to collect and create extremely exquisite warship models. But now what Wudao likes to collect? Murong Xuehen has no background.

"Thank you Xuehen, my aunt will take you to go shopping tomorrow. Hehe, I haven't been wandering around with my aunt for a long time."

Yang Ningsu took a beautiful gift bag handed over by Murong Xuehen, opened it and exclaimed like a little girl: "The limited edition Givenchy edition in 2004 is very good! And this one is a limited edition in the limited edition! How could I ask my friends to help me take them and say there is no way. The pre-flavored aroma of French rose, the strong medium-flavored Satanic rose plus the last elegant Moroccan Qianye rose are simply my favorite. I love you so much Xuehen! Come, kiss my aunt~"

"Mom, these two books> and> were given to me by an old Chinese overseas Chinese in Singapore. It is said that they were lost from the Forbidden City in modern times. There is also this jadeite, which is a pendant of Manjushri Bodhisattva. Mom, please see if you like it or not, just wear it if you like it." Murong Xuehen, who shyly avoided Yang Ningsu's "harassment", blushedly took out the second gift.

"Manjushri Bodhisattva?" Yang Ningbing smiled and took the books and jade, stunned for a moment.

"Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha, yin and yang are harmonious, the things given by Xuehen are very good. Tsk, this jade is the best." Ye Hetu on the side said, "cooling". When he saw that Yang Ningbing's expression had changed, he immediately coughed and dressed with a serious expression. He studied the so-called magazine report seriously. Yang Ningbing could only laugh it off. How old is he still has this kind of virtue. It's true.

"Dad, this is for you. How could Xuehen forget your share?" Murong Xuehen couldn't help laughing. This father is still the same as before. It's been more than ten years, so how could he not change at all. He is really two extreme people with Wudao. However, in some aspects, Wudao is indeed inherited, such as persistence.

"Snow Hen is still filial and considerate than that bastard. My tortured heart finally has such a little warmth. Let me see what surprises Xuehen can give me..."

After Ye Hetu opened the sandalwood box carved with ancient gossip, he suddenly became dull, and then his expression returned to normal, and he chuckled: "Good things are a little more expensive."

Murong Xuehen gently spitted out the lilac tongue, and Lingxi and Ye Hetu met and smiled.

Helian Liuli and Peacock on the side showed contemplation that was inconsistent with their age when they saw the box.

Sima Jiande's thoughts couldn't help but float to the shocking scene last night...

A fire seemed to stagnate the space.

A dark red motorcycle passed by, and the extremely dazzling body and skillful driving skills surprised Sima Jiande, the largest racing race leader in Kowloon. The real racing is like entering a no-man in the downtown area.

"Who? You dare to race in front of Brother De!"

"It seems like a girl!"

"Sure! So awesome!"

"Boss! Bubble her! Blow her ass!"

"Brother De, you can't get on, you can't get on!"

A group of unknown little brothers under his command were clamoring in the ears of Sima Jiande, who was stunning at the Dark Red Locomotive. He could not vent his hormones under the premise of vigorous hormone secretion. He could only solve this problem. A group of 13 or 14 years old, with a sweet talk and a bully to deflower the ignorant little girl, but later he became less and less and less, even raped, and Sima Jiande had to sigh.

"You know nothing. If you want to soak, just go!" Sima Jiande looked at the taillights of the car wandering in Baisha Bay, as fast as a ghost, flashing and disappearing. He felt that the breath from his nose was hot and his blood was boiling. At this speed, you shrimps could not catch up with him even if you sacrificed your life.

Where did she get the tough handmade goods? What did she want to do! Sima Jiande thought to himself, is it someone who doesn’t agree with me, the racing boss in Kowloon? I don’t care about this. As long as you are here to ruin the situation, I can’t let you succeed. Although these scums under my command are scum, they are just a little brother who has been with me for several years. After all, even if you are a sissy, I will die of you!

The oil nozzle in the engine sprayed atomized fuel, and a ball of flame exploded, pushing the piston with a strong impulse. The power passed through the gear chain and instantly spread to the wheel. The wheels were scattered on the ground, rotating and rolling up a few wisps of clear smoke. YAMAHA-YZF-R1 rushed towards the provocateur with the mission of defending dignity. "Brother De! Brothers, look at you! I support you in the field!"

"Brother De, don't let that girl down, you'll have to fight for eighty rounds."

"Brother De, I have to guarantee ten times**. Without**, I will not recognize you as the boss in the future. Don't you always behave yourself as a ten times a night!"

"Restricted scenes are not suitable for children. You bunny guys who are not even all the hairy. Give me a clean right hand to comfort yourself!"

Sima Jiande cursed, as he ran away, he also transformed from the rogue-like Gang brother into a professional racer.

The lights in the darkness quickly dissipated to both sides, and the dark red motorcycle figure became clearer and clearer.

On the motorcycle, the mysterious racer with a slim figure and contour was watching his arrival coldly under his dazzling and cold helmet.

There was no more words. When the mysterious female racer saw Sima Jiande coming, she waved her head and gave him a hint.

This is a very clear hint, racing!

Sima Jiande drove his YAMAHA-YZF-R1 to the other side of the road, just in the same direction as the Dark Red Locomotive. The distance between the wheels is not much or less, and it is just on the same starting line. He can't help but be proud of this small detail of himself.

The mysterious female racer on the dark red motorcycle seemed not surprised, and seemed to snorted, as if all this was a pediatrician in her eyes.

Opposite, a large truck driving at high speed, with a searchlight-like light beam piercing his eyes. The moment the truck headlight passed, the moment the departure! Both of them had a good understanding of this.

The light flashed, Sima Jiande's pupils shrank suddenly, and the roar of the air-compressed engine came.

Here comes!

His left foot and toes slightly touched the gear lever. The left hand clutch and right hand accelerator were controlled to the best critical state. My heart jumped to his throat for some reason. "Woo--!" The moment the truck was mixed with strong wind, he bounced off the clutch, picked his toes, and the gear jumped from neutral to second gear. When the right hand accelerator tightened, the YAMAHA-YZF-R1 had already rushed out.

Just as Sima Jiande rushed out, he found out from the corner of his eyes that his opponent had not moved. He smiled, little girl, fight with your grandfather, it's still a little tender! But just this smile, before he finished laughing, Sima Jiande discovered the hidden horror here!

The girl raised by that bitch was deliberately giving in to me!

Because when he rushed out a hundred meters away, he could still feel a pair of cold eyes behind him, silently staring at him! He had no intention of leaving at all!

Sima Jiande's heart suddenly felt a little scared!

Five or six gears, speed is increased to the limit.

At this moment, Sima Jiande suddenly remembered, where am I going? Where is the end? Mom, did I call that girl to play tricks on me?

However, before this question was finished, another creepy question came quietly!

The arrogant sound of the engine, the extremely fast air friction, and the keen feeling of a racer told him that behind him, his opponent was rushing up at an incredible speed!

Where did the ghost come from? Could it be that he encountered a supernatural incident on the road?

Sima Jiande suddenly understood why this monster didn't set a finishing point, because he was no match for her at all! Let him run a hundred meters first, and then catch up late. What kind of ridicule and confidence is this! At this moment, Sima Jiande was like everything was empty, and the remaining self-esteem that had been thrown into the stinky ditch by himself, and the pride of a man who was usually only in the bed, was completely shattered at this moment.

Before Sima Jiande could recover, the ghostly female racer drove a dark red motorcycle past his YAMAHA.

"Squeak--" He lit the brakes sharply, Sima Jiande stopped his seat to the center of the road, took off his helmet and shouted: "I admit that I lost! You can draw a way!" Although he was shameless, he was not as shameless as he refused to admit defeat.

The second after the Dark Red motorcycle rushed out of him. A perfect line like God's help, drew a semicircular arc and slowly approached him.

The mask on the helmet slowly opened up, and a cool and gorgeous face appeared in front of him.

It was the face of a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, young, noble, mysterious, beautiful, cold and arrogant, and even extremely narcissistic. In Sima Jiande's eyes, he was a queen-level god!

It was the hellhound elegy that was racing with Ye Wudao in Macau!

"You...you..." Sima Jiande felt that his tongue was getting big, and his mind was full of chaos. Such a superb ghost racer could be a beautiful girl. God, did you see that I live too lonely and deliberately lowered such a monster to ravage me?

"Put your eyes away."
To be continued...