At Yanjing International Airport, a huge Airbus A380 roared and landed smoothly, and many passengers sitting in the waiting hall were attracted by this big guy. The reason is simple, it is because this Airbus does not belong to any airline, but is a private jet.

Nowadays, there are many rich people and rich people with private jets, but they basically choose small business jets such as Bombardier and Gulfstream, rather than this kind of giant that is large and flies with unusually waste oil.

The plane came to a standstill, and when the engine was turned off, the cabin door was opened, and the escalator was lowered. However, this escalator is a little different, not one step at a time, but a conveyor belt with a non-slip surface.

The cabin door opened, and the first person to appear at the door of the cabin was not a flight attendant, but a young man in a wheelchair.

The man's hair was long, but it was neatly combed, but the pale sickly face and reddened eyes made people look extremely scary, like the vampires that often appear in movies.

Behind him, pushing a wheelchair was a woman, her skin was just as white, but this white was the normal Caucasian skin color of Europeans. A long blonde hair with a slight curve continues to float up and fall with the majesty, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are slightly thick, it is a standard beauty blank, the figure is slender like a model, a snow-white long trench coat is not buttoned, and the two high bulges on the chest all show the perfect figure of this woman.

"It's good to be back." The corners of the man's mouth outlined an arc, and his voice was hoarse to the woman pushing the wheelchair. "Artemis, do you see? This is our Chinese sky - it's a little darker, but I think it's good, you say? ”

"There are too many harmful gases, and the atmosphere is silent." Artemis said softly.

"Haha, you're still so formulaic, you haven't changed in so long." The man laughed wildly, but the sound of that laughter gave goosebumps all over his body.

"Formulaic?" Artemis chuckled. "What doesn't mean it's formulaic? Shall you call thee master as they do? ”

"I'm weird." The man asked, turning his head effortlessly to look at Artemis. "Why do you keep refusing to call me master? You know, I saved your life, I took your name, and I taught you your skills. Without me, you would have been played to death by those filthy men ten years ago - Artemis, the goddess of the moon. Holy, noble, what a beautiful name. ”

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smug smile hung on the corner of his mouth, as if he was very satisfied with the name.

"Holy? Noble? Artemis smiled. From the age of twelve when my body began to develop, the group of men fantasized about putting their ugly nakedness into my body, and although I didn't do anything, I lived on the street full of prostitutes for two years, and I was used to them calling me a bitch~. ”

"Don't you think you're beautiful right now?" The man ignored her, as if he hadn't heard her self-deprecating, and said. "So, you deserve the name."

"Then I won't call you master." Artemis said stubbornly. "You're a paranoid fanatic, we're not one of the worlds - you saved me, and I'm grateful to you, and I'll give my life in return, but that doesn't mean I'll be your slave."

"Slaves? Haha-"

Male ** laughs. "Do you mean Ares by slave?"

"You say yes." Artemis smiled charmingly, pushed up the wheelchair, slowly stepped off the plane, and said. "The car is ready, where are we going?"

"Hotel." The man said. "Then, you go to Yan Murong and ask him to come and treat me." ――

According to the current statement, Yan Murong is a standard otaku, unless he is busy all over the world, otherwise when he is free, he is like a hibernating bear, with nothing to do but sleep. Dance, he won't. Singing, he ran away, and the otaku could still play some games on the computer or do something good for his physical and mental health, but he couldn't arouse any interest.

Last night, he went crazy with Su Qingwu for a night, and after Su Qingwu went to work, he chatted with Old Man Yan for a while, and then ran back to his room and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

"Squeak!"

With a soft sound, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a pretty figure walked in cautiously on tiptoe, then turned around and gently closed the door.

"Ya'an, is there anything in my room that is worth stealing?"

Guo Ya'an was about to turn around, but Yan Murong's curious voice came from behind her, and she suddenly screamed in fright.

"What's it called, it scared me." Yan Murong took two steps back, rubbed his ears, looked at Guo Ya'an with a panicked face, and said. "Quick, take the initiative to explain, what are you doing sneaking into the room?"

"Brother, you're going to die, is there anything like you?" Guo Ya'an patted his chest and looked at Yan Murong with a look of anger. "People are scary, but they are scared to death."

"Yo, you're going to hit a rake." Yan Murong smiled. "You haven't said it yet, why did you sneak into my room?"

"What else can I do but look for you?" Guo Ya'an also smiled and asked suspiciously. "Aren't you sleeping? When I opened the door and saw you lying on the bed, why did you suddenly stand behind me? ”

"What do you sleep, just rest for a while." Yan Murong explained. In fact, he did fall asleep just now, but after so many years of getting along with the old man, he had already developed the ability to maintain a very high vigilance even when he slept - when the old man poured ice into his bed in the winter, he knew that he must not sleep too hard. The consequence of sleeping too dead is that the old man does not know what to put into his bed.

The most memorable time for Yan Murong was when the immoral old man stuffed a honeycomb the size of a watermelon into his quilt - and then, the whole village saw a bare-bottomed teenager being chased all over the village by a group of bees that had blown up the nest, and finally jumped into the river at the entrance of the village with a pop, and only then did he escape.

"Brother, what do you want?"

"Huh? Didn't think about anything. Guo Ya'an's voice dragged Yan Murong out of his memories. You haven't said what you're looking for me. ”

"I'm looking for you to hang out with me." Guo Ya'an giggled. "Guo Zijun, that big bastard, said that he would go out with me for a few days, but the day before yesterday he ran to Hainan by himself, and said that he would go to avoid the cold and meet a netizen by the way."

"I see." Yan Murong laughed. "You're here to arrest me, a strong man."

"It's so ugly." Guo Yaan wrinkled his nose and said. "I'm not here to arrest you, let's go to the airport."

"To the airport?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment and asked. "Don't you want to play? What are you doing at the airport? Who is this ready to pick up? ”

"Pick up Guo Zijun, that bastard." Guo Ya'an sneered. "That bastard came back today, saying that he brought that netizen back, let's go catch the rape."