Chapter 8 A Thousand Miles of Victory

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It's not even locked?

Yang Bingling frowned slightly, secretly thinking, this guy actually slept at night without locking the door.

In fact, she didn't know, even if Hong Hezhang locked the door, so what?

This is the Yangmen villa area, is it possible that there are still thieves patronizing?

If these two beauties suddenly have spring in the middle of the night and want to enter the door to harass, then there is no need to lock the door.

What is this place? Yang Gate. My own home. They don't have a key?

Yang Bingling opened the door and walked in cautiously. Looking around, how can there be a figure of Hong Hezhang?

When I went to the bathroom again, I didn't see anyone.

Could it be that he is not only a genius writer, but also a prophet? Knowing that you would come back in the morning to tease him, so you left first?

Yang Bingling walked out of the room and came to the hall.

When I was about to ask the nanny, I didn't expect the nanny to speak first when she met her: "Miss, Mr. Hong said that he had left beforehand." He asked me to tell you. Today's breakfast was also made by him. ”

Yang Bingling looked at the dining table in the direction of the nanny's finger, and in addition to two glasses of pure milk, there was also a plate of delicate and never-before-seen pastries and desserts on it.

Now she finally understood. With a chuckle, he said to the nanny, "Got it." You go get busy. ”

The babysitter retreated.

Yang Bingling walked to the dining table, and suddenly saw a note pressed under the plate, picked it up and looked at it, and chuckled again. After sitting down, I ate my breakfast thoughtfully.

It's moving. It's warm.

"Sister, why did you get up so early today?"

Yang Aoxue also got up at this time. Standing on the second floor, his hands kneaded his anxious phoenix eyes, and looked condescendingly at Yang Bingling, who was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, and said.

Dressed in pink soft pajamas, she looks lazy and delicate.

It's breathtaking.

"It's you who woke up late. What time is it? It's half past ten. If you insist on going to bed every day, and don't get up early and insist on yoga, I think you're going to become a pig. Yang Bingling looked at her sister and said complainingly.

"If you become a piglet, you become a piglet." Yang Aoxue pursed her mouth and said cutely. "That's right. Sister, why don't you tell Hezhang to get up for breakfast? I'm going to wake him up. ”

As he spoke, he was about to go to the room where Hong Hezhang lived last night.

"No need. People don't lie in bed like you do. He's long gone. Yang Bingling shouted at her sister.

"Gone?" Yang Aoxue's eyes suddenly lit up. Said.

"yes. Left a note early in the morning and left. He also made these breakfasts, come down and try them. Yang Bingling said with some regret and some emotion.

Yang Aoxue walked downstairs, grabbed the note and looked at the beautiful and gorgeous calligraphy on it:

Good morning to the two big beauties:

These are the loving breakfasts I have made for you, and I should have made amends to you for my unrelenting absence.

Maybe Miss Yang Er is going to ask what is the name of this dessert again? All right. Let me tell you. It's called jujube paste yam cake. It is a good tonic. Not only is the taste fragrant and sweet, easy to digest and absorb, but also can replenish qi and blood, strengthen the spleen and stomach, and more importantly, it also has beauty effects. Don't miss it.

By the way, after eating, don't be moved, don't shed tears. Just take it easy.

Thank you again Miss Yang for the flute, Miss Yang Er's birthday invitation!

and chapters. Day.

After reading it, Yang Aoxue picked up the mobile phone on the table and was about to call Hong Hezhang, but then remembered that she forgot to ask him for the number.

He pouted and complained, "Hmph." This hateful creature slipped away without saying goodbye. I didn't even leave a phone number. Let's see how Miss Ben cleans you up in the future. ”

"He is Brother Hong Hezhang who you think about every day and even want to see him on your birthday." Yang Bingling drank milk and looked at her sister Yang Aoxue thoughtfully.

Alas, why do we sisters fall in love with the same man?

Yang Bingling was a little distressed.

Originally, she didn't want to tell her sister the true identity of this man.

But knowing or not knowing, that's a matter of time. It's better to tell her now.

"What? He's Brother Hong Hezhangβ€”"

Yang Aoxue froze in place. The resentment just now disappeared immediately.

looked at the breakfast of love prepared for her on the dining table, and tightly held Hong Hezhang's message in his hand.

I remembered that last night not only cooked for my birthday, but also played the piano for myself.

Today I prepared myself another breakfast dessert.

Yang Aoxue's heart was warmly moved, and she came to her heart for a while.

Two lines of tears on his face quietly fell down his cheeks-

Hong Hezhang walked out of the [Yangmen] villa area, walked a distance to the ring road, stopped the car, and wanted to go back to [Honglou].

When he opened the taxi door, Hong Hezhang's brows suddenly furrowed, and his seventh sense told him that two pairs of eyes were hiding not far away staring at him.

Although he doesn't know martial arts now, his seventh sense is extremely sharp.

Whenever a killing machine appears, his seventh sense is like a weather forecast to inform him in advance.

Obviously, this time, he was followed.

But who could it be?

I just joined the WTO, so it shouldn't be that someone will find out about my identity so soon, right?

Hong Hezhang squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, and then the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled up a strange smile. Every time he does this, it shows that someone is going to suffer.

You don't have to do it yourself, naturally someone will clean them up. What's more, you can't beat them by yourself.

However, sometimes people who don't know martial arts are often more terrible than people who can do martial arts, aren't they?

This is the charm of strategizing and winning thousands of miles away!

"She came too. Hehe. Hong Hezhang sniffed a unique fragrance in the air and said with a smile.

Hong Hezhang's nose is simply smarter than a dog. It is also indispensable for the exquisite culinary skills he has cultivated over the years.

Getting into the car, Hong Hezhang specially instructed the taxi driver to drive the car to a more remote southwestern suburb.

He didn't like the feeling of being followed, and he didn't like the strange eyes of someone hiding behind him.

Because that would make him insecure. It's as if my own has been seen naked by others.

The only way to get out of this situation is to get rid of the opponent as quickly as possible.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

About half an hour later, after arriving at the barren forest in the suburbs, Hong Hezhang told the taxi driver to leave quickly.

The taxi driver is a middle-aged man, and he looks quite honest and honest, and he sees that this is a wilderness and inaccessible. He said with a kind face: "Young man, it's hard to get a taxi here, otherwise, I'll wait for you here for a while, and you can do something quickly." ”

"No need. Master. I'm going to be here for a long time. You go out first. Hong Hezhang smiled and said gratefully.

"Then be careful yourself." After the driver finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, and soon the car was far away. (To be continued.) )