Meng Lei drove a modified Lamborghini and drew a beautiful curve in the rising sun. He parked steadily in front of a villa in the high-end villa area.

He got out of the car in a hurry and kicked up the closed door. He was very impatient. Soon a middle-aged lady in white clothes, similar to the image of a nanny on TV, opened the door and saw Meng Lei's face with a close smile: "Xiao Lei is here, come in quickly."

Although Meng Lei had kicked the door with his feet before, when he saw the nanny, he showed a close smile on his face and walked up to hug the other party's already bloated figure: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, Ma Zhang, I want to eat fried garlic sprouts, I'm so hungry, and the Korean kimchi you made, I want to eat too."

There is not only Zhang Ma in the villa, but also two middle-aged women who are cleaning the food, a young girl who is helping the kitchen, and there are two men who are quietly cleaning the yard. They are covered in explosive muscles, and you can tell what you do at a glance.

Meng Lei went straight into the backyard. When the first ray of sunlight shone into this high-end villa, there was an old rocking chair. An old man in an old Tang suit was sitting on the chair. The very integrated exterior wall of the villa was opened with a small door opening, leading to a room in the villa.

The big sunglasses were smoking a pipe, crossing his legs, swaying in the rocking chair, and a small hand pot was placed flat on his hands. He took a sip of cigarettes and took a sip of tea. His leisurely posture was enviable.

Meng Lei stepped forward and snatched the tobacco pipe from the old man's hand, put it to his mouth and took a sip, squatting on the steps, enjoying the spicy taste brought by the smoke. He was constantly whirling in his nose and mouth, and most people couldn't stand it in one bite, but Meng Lei enjoyed the smell very much: "It's still authentic to you, ah, comfortable!"

A roar was heard, and even the villa more than ten meters away could be heard. The old man moved his hand and returned to his hand. He raised his head and knocked on Meng Lei's head: "You see that there is a car at the door, why are you calling?"

Meng Lei sniffed and curled his lips and said, "I just want to see how handsome I am today. Otherwise, I would probably hide in the house before I left."

The old man shook his head, closed his eyes behind his sunglasses again, and was too lazy to pay attention to a play that the boy would perform every time he came back in the morning. He had been playing all night and had to see who Xiao Rong brought back yesterday.

It didn't take long. Xiao Rong, wearing a nightgown, stood behind the railing on the second floor. Looking at Meng Lei, who was huddled on the sofa and watched TV: "Stay at home for two days."

Meng Lei shook his head: "Impossible."

Xiao Rong shook her head: "I will let your grandpa Tuoba look at you, stay at home honestly today, and your father will deal with anything."

Meng Lei's eyes reached behind Xiao Rong. Seeing the handsome man appearing behind her, the corners of his mouth were tilted upwards. The excellent maintenance made everyone who knew Xiao Rong not believe that she had such a big son. Meng Lei's dressing temperament was older than herself, making people unable to believe that this was a mother and son.

"Today's 'dog' is handsome, hey, handsome guy, come down to have dinner together later."

It sounds handsome enough, but in fact, there is something wrong with Meng Lei's sentence. He paused behind the dog and couldn't hear it if he didn't listen carefully.

After the whole night, it was about to go home to sleep when it was dawn. When I heard the news that Zhang Shidong was furiously using his weapons, I asked someone for a while. Meng Lei couldn't sleep anymore, so he returned to his mother's home to find out the news.

Sitting on the sofa, waves of tiredness came from the body. The body didn't want to move, but was extremely active and beating mentally.

Some people can only be ordinary friends for the rest of their lives, while some people can become friends of life and death if they don’t know each other for a long time. They feel this way about Zhang Shidong and Meng Lei. When they hear that they are in trouble at this moment, they want to reach out to help them do their best.

While eating, the handsome guy did not sit at the dining table with Xiao Rong, but smiled and said hello to Meng Lei, leaving the house and driving a Land Rover. Xiao Rong was not much embarrassed in front of her son. She was single at the age of a wolf and tiger, so she didn't need to owe anyone or morality.

Mr. Tuoba Hong, whose surname is not common, is the third person sitting on the dining table. Xiao Rong respects him and Meng Lei is close to him. When the wave of reform swept across the country thirty years ago, countless fierce scenes were born in the southern coast at the forefront. Tuoba Hong, who made a world with his hands, was a model for sharpening his sword for twenty years. He learned from his childhood and was not until he was in his early thirties. From the early 1980s to the early 1990s, everyone in the south knew it. Until a severe crackdown in the late 1980s, Tuoba Hong suddenly disappeared from the public eye. Some people said that he had been secretly executed, some said that he fled overseas, and it was not mentioned a few years later, but at some high-end black-dao level, the legend of the old man has never stopped.

Nowadays, even if he walks in the nearby supermarkets, vegetable markets and parks, no one would recognize such an old man who always wears sunglasses and is like an ordinary old man on the street. He would be the two-handed knife Tuoba Hong, who had his hands covered in blood and crossed the entire chaotic 1980s.

Looking at the mother and son who looked at each other on the table and refused to admit defeat, the old man drank all the porridge in the bowl and coughed: "My old bones are pretty solid. Xiao Leizi, you have taken me around these two days. The magic city has changed so much that I can't find a way."

Xiao Rong looked happy: "Uncle..."

Tuoba Hong smiled, and the smile marks on his cheeks were very heavy, giving people the feeling that he could kill a mosquito: "The old man has been away for many years, and my old arms and legs have been idle for many years."

The Xiao family was once extremely glorious. The former Tuoba Hong was a madman who was in the end and worked for the country to relieve his sins. He worked for twenty years before he became free. From then on, he disappeared and stayed by the old man's once favorite granddaughter. When she needed help the most, she violated many principles to help her erase a lot of trouble. To this day, the old man has never left the radius of ten kilometers for several years. Although Xiao Rong is arrogant and domineering, she has great respect for this bodyguard who has been at home since childhood.

Meng Lei jumped to Tuoba Hong's side and held his arm: "Grandpa Tuoba, go, go..."

Xiao Rong looked at her son who was properly invited to the car and then drove away at a speed, shook her head. The charm of last night was still circling in her body, but she was not as satisfied as her son had dinner together in the morning.

"You are lucky and can become Xiaolei's friend. No one can hurt my son!"

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Ai Ai stood in front of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the city in the distance, without a smile on her face, picked up her cell phone, looked at the time and called her father. Her father would not exceed three minutes every day, and would sit on the sofa reading newspapers at this time on time, waiting for breakfast.

With Ai Yuejin's age, he is definitely a young cadre in the Central Committee of Yanjing. With the change of new and old a few years later, even if he is not outstanding in recent years, his slowdown in the Beihai will be enough for him to earn his old capital and join the giant group. The position in the rear of the Northeast has never been changed. Although his economic and political status is not at the forefront of the country, every official who can achieve success in the Northeast will be praised by everyone.

After a few years of chaos in Beihai, Ai Yuejin made a contribution, but this contribution was far less than the heavy move when he left, allowing the old governor to go to the stage to be the Dinghai Sword. Guo Anbang and Peng Yiting spent two years doing things for everyone. In less than two years, there seemed to be a guillotine on top of anyone's head. Whether it fell or rose, it depends on the expression of the person above.

The effect was shown in just half a year. The entire Beihai is now committed to creating a brilliant future. Everyone is working hard. The cooperation between the three giants is becoming more and more tacit. The top leader appropriately delegated power. The second and third parties have been balanced with power. After Ai Yuejin stroked it up and down, the giant ship of the entire Beihai finally stopped being blocked.

Ai Yuejin, who returned to Yanjing, had a stronger aura, and his whole body was like a mountain, as stable as Mount Tai. Looking at the latest news in the newspaper, he was not affected by the urgency of picking up his daughter when he answered the phone. He was still planning everything in control. After a few umbrellas, he said to his daughter: "Doesn't even the demons have the ability to solve problems on their own?"

Ai Ai has been influenced by his childhood and immediately heard something new from his father. Will the political situation here change? Will such a small matter become a crowbar that leverages the entire aircraft carrier of the Magic City?

"No matter who I am, as long as I hurt him, I will do anything. I am a little person, but as long as I am your daughter for a day, my desperate situation will be the manifestation of your position."

"Silly girl."

Ai Yuejin, who hung up the phone, stood up and walked towards the restaurant. After sitting down, he was not affected by the phone call just now. He calmly drank two bowls of porridge and a flower roll. When the secretary driver came to pick him up, the first thing he said to get in the car was: "Did Luo Shumou make a rational suggestion for the construction of the Magic City? Let him come to my office in the morning, and I'll take a look first."

The secretary was stunned and nodded immediately and called Luo Shumou.

In itself, the plan proposed by the emperor's close ministers has a certain meaning. Is Ai Yuejin's early appointment with the Ai family nowadays, is it a manifestation of will? Or...

After receiving the call, Luo Shumou smiled at his wife: "See, you can eat this kind of soft food now. Zhang Shidong is the first person in history. I really want to beat him up when we meet. I think several leaders mean this."

Lan Mei also smiled: "I didn't expect that children nowadays are so active, and a small leverage can leverage such a huge thing. You and I are really scary here."

Luo Shumou's literary talent was completely dissipated at this time: "What are you afraid of? At worst, you can go back to be a poor teacher."

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