It is said that the day in June is a child's face, and it changes when it is said, and the day at the end of October is the same, the sky is still clear during the day, but it is cloudy in the evening, and after a while, it rains lightly.

The property of Xihu Yuan is still very happy, it didn't take two hours to clean the villa, and a brand-new Mercedes-Benz S60 sedan was also parked in the garage of the villa, and the brand and procedures have been completed.

Yan Murong didn't go to Teng Xiangling's house again, found a small restaurant outside to deal with dinner, and familiarized himself with the environment in the newly bought villa, stayed up until half past ten in the evening, saw that the time was about the same, and drove straight to the airport.

Fortunately, there was navigation in the car, and Yan Murong didn't get lost, but Xihu Garden was still far from the airport, and it was already past eleven o'clock when I came to the airport.

Unlike Yanjing Airport, which is crowded 24 hours a day, there are not many people at Suzhou-Hangzhou Airport at this time, and some people who come to pick up the airport have also hid in the airport hall because of the rain.

After parking the car, Yan Murong walked into the airport, and without waiting for a while, the sweet and greasy voice of the announcer on the airport radio informed that the plane flying from Heilongjiang to Hangzhou had landed.

Soon, there was the sound of footsteps in the passage, and the people who picked up the airport also raised the signs in their hands, or waited eagerly, waiting for their relatives and friends to appear.

Yan Murong sat there steadily, he knew that the old man would never be the first to come out, but when everyone was gone, he would come out slowly - anyway, the plane would not run away, and there was no need to worry.

Sure enough, as Yan Murong expected, after all the passengers were picked up by relatives or friends, and the passage became quiet again, the old man walked out with Shi Shiran.

He was dressed in a gray and slightly shabby robe, and a pair of round-mouthed black cloth shoes were on his feet, although they looked a little shabby, but they were cleanly washed.

Seeing Yan Murong, the old man didn't smile and said that he was happy to see him, and walked straight to him, throwing a washed and white canvas pocket in his hand to Yan Murong.

"Missed me?" Yan Murong took the pocket, put it on his shoulder, and asked with a smile, but the old man didn't answer his words, bypassed him, and walked outside.

This old man is still such a cool scum, Yan Murong looked at the old man while touching the small handful of goatee on his chin, and walked outside, thinking to himself.

Walking a few steps quickly and catching up with the old man, Yan Murong asked. "Old man, you don't want me, why are you running here? Didn't you say that you won't go back to Yanjing in this life? ”

"I'm here in Suzhou and Hangzhou." The old man was concise and told Yan Murong that he did not go to Yanjing, but came to Suzhou and Hangzhou.

"Okay—" Yan Murong rolled her eyelids speechlessly. "You have to have a purpose, right?"

"I heard you're rich now?" The old man did not answer Yan Murong's question, but asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, I'm usually rich." Yan Murong said with a smug smile. It's like a child who has done something good and comes to ask an adult for praise.

"I'm here to care for the elderly." The old man said a word, and continued to walk outside.

Pension? Damn, old man, let's not make a fuss?

Yan Murong was a little stunned by the old man's words-this old man, he couldn't hear a word of truth in his mouth.

Speaking of this, Yan Murong remembered that the old man tricked him into going down to the river to catch fish and stew fish soup for him.

Yes, our classmate Yan Murong was so excited at that time, thinking to himself what is it to catch fish, is it more difficult than going up the mountain to fight tigers and wild wolves? So, classmate Yan Murong took the initiative to ask for help, jumped into the river with his bare butt and caught a silver carp weighing more than three catties, and then ran back to make a fire to boil water and cook a pot of fragrant fish soup - as a result, the fish soup really became fish soup, the fish was eaten by the old man, and the bones were fed to a local dog raised by the neighbor next door named Rhubarb, and only one pot of soup was left, so that Yan Murong was full of water.

As soon as he walked to the door, there was a familiar voice behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Pang Tong, who had been busy decorating the West Lake Club in the past few days and waiting for Zhang Tianao to smash it again, walked out of the VIP passage, and next to him was a middle-aged woman wearing a cheongsam and looking noble.

Obviously, Pang Tong didn't expect to meet Yan Murong here, seeing Yan Murong looking at him, his face changed slightly, and he stood still, as if he wanted to wait for Yan Murong to go out before he left.

"What a coincidence." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Is the clubhouse finished? I'm really looking forward to smashing it again. ”

Don't hit people in the face, scold people don't expose their shortcomings - Yan Murong likes to slap people in the face when he beats people, and he likes to expose his shortcomings when he scolds people. This is the only way to enjoy it and get the most damage out of your opponents.

"I didn't expect that either." Pang Tongpi said with a smile, fate? If it's fate to meet your enemies, then there really is no fate in this world.

"Son, who is this?" The noble woman looked at Yan Murong and asked Pang Tong.

"A friend." Pang Tong said in a deep voice, and the tone of the two friends also increased slightly, obviously, this friend didn't seem to make him feel very comfortable.

"Who is he?" This time, it was the old man who spoke. When he saw Yan Murong stopping, he also stopped, looked around Pang Tong, and asked in a light tone.

The old man's expression made Pang Tong and his mother stunned.

Which ravine did this old man run out of? How can you talk so annoyingly? Look at it, look at what kind of expression he has, it's like pointing to Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market and asking how much is a pound.

"The Zheng family's dog leg is now Zheng Wuming's dog leg." Yan Murong said with a smile.

Hearing Yan Murong's words, the old man's expression was abrupt, and when Yan Murong saw it, he knew that the old man was angry.

As a result, Yan Murong's face was expressionless, but his heart was happy.

Hit, hit him, what left hook, right hook, straight hook box, straight hook boxing, go up and knock him down first.

The old man was indeed angry, and he had been nesting in that ravine for more than thirty years, and it was because of the Zheng family that it was strange to hear that Pang Tong was Zheng Wuming's dogleg and not angry.

It's just that he didn't go up to make a set of combination punches according to Yan Murong's idea, but took a step forward, then bent his knees slightly, grabbed the robe with one hand, and posed a POSS before Ip Man hit someone, and then, one leg kicked out from under the robe and kicked directly into Pang Tong's chest.

The old man kicked out angrily, this kick was urgent and fast, not to mention Pang Tong, even Yan Murong had to be kicked when he was unprepared.

So, a smear of blood spurted out of Pang Tong's mouth, and the person flew backwards, fell on the smooth and clean floor and slid out four or five meters away before stopping, and the middle-aged woman was also touched by him, standing unsteadily, and fell to the ground.