After finishing today's work early, Yang Yan dropped his pen and raised his wrist to look at his watch: half past eleven, lunch time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pushing open the door, Yang Yan walked straight to the office of the president of the Far Rescue Association, that is, his son.

Ordinary people naturally do not have the right to go deep into the work and meeting places of the Far Rescue Society, but Yang Yan is not an ordinary person, and his special status is enough to become a pass to any forbidden place on Paradise Island.

The guards who blocked the gate respectfully retreated, and Yang Yan was about to walk forward, when Zhang Xinyi trotted over and smiled sweetly: "Uncle is here." ”

"Hmm." Yang Yan responded with a smile, wanting to say something polite, but because he wasn't sure what the relationship between his son and this Zhang Xinyi was, he didn't say anything in the end.

"Was Uncle's sweet soup last night delicious?" Zhang Xinyi asked while accompanying Yang Yan inside.

Yang Yan glanced at her strangely and asked, "Didn't I eat beef noodles last night?" ”

"Oh! Oh, yes. Zhang Xinyi stuck out her tongue, very playful, and said, "It's my mistake." It will be in it, you go in, I won't follow, you have something to command. ”

Yang Yan was stunned, and then understood that this was a temptation.

What if a mutant could disguise himself as someone else and infiltrate the assassination? What if Yang Yan was hypnotized by someone similar to the Evolutionary God Sect Pope and lost his sanity? No matter how small this possibility is, the core members of the Far Rescue Association, represented by Zhang Xinyi, must do their best to eliminate all threatening factors and make every effort to ensure the safety of President Yang Xiaoqian.

This is understandable, it's just ...... If you want to see your son, you have to go through a tactful interrogation, which makes Yang Yan feel very uncomfortable, as if someone has erected an invisible wall between him and his son, and it is inevitable that there will be a barrier.

With dissatisfaction, Yang Yan pushed open the heavy wooden door of the office, and at first glance he saw the figure sitting at the long table, dressed in black and black pants, meticulous, constantly looking at the large pile of reports and materials on the table, and writing down from time to time to record corrections.

Although Yang Yan couldn't read the content of the text clearly, he could probably guess that it was everything big and small on the paradise island. Yang Yan had already learned from Zhang Xinyi that although he had delegated power, Yang Xiaoqian would still try his best to look at everything when he was free, and make corrections, and then compare his ideas with the way Wang Li and others dealt with them one by one, according to his own words, that is, to objectively learn how to manage a party with the shortest time and the least risk.

"Xiao Qian." Yang Yan called softly.

Zhang Xinyi notified Yang Xiaoqian in advance by phone, so Yang Xiaoqian was not surprised by Yang Yan's appearance, and after hastily writing the last sentence in a few strokes, Yang Xiaoqian stood up and walked over from behind the table, smiling and hammering Yang Yan's shoulder, and said affectionately: "Dad, are you hungry, what do you want to eat at noon?" ”

Looking at Yang Xiaoqian's pretended relaxed smile, Yang Yan felt heavy because he couldn't share the pressure for his son.

"Xiaoqian, you have gray hair." Yang Yan reached out and pulled out a silver-white hair on Yang Xiaoqian's right sideburn.

"Don't, don't!" Yang Xiaoqian dodged, but Yang Yan still pulled out the white hair, "Oops! Hurt. ”

Yang Yan's heart hurt even more.

"Xiao Qian, you don't have to worry about it, you can rest assured that Wang Li and them will do it. Also, you can't always sit in this room, you have to go out and walk around more if you have nothing to do, people will have mental illness if they are bored in one place for a long time, and ......" Yang Yan, who feels sorry for his son, turns on the infinite nagging mode.

Yang Xiaoqian could only nod his head again and again, the relationship between Wang Li and Liu Yuanzhou made him dare not really trust Wang Li, and the reason why he lived indoors for a long time was that Yang Xiaoqian thought that he couldn't suppress an old fox like Wang Li than power and trickery, and if he wanted to make them jealous, he needed to maintain a sense of mystery, just like those ancient emperors who lived in seclusion.

"President." Zhang Xinyi suddenly broke into the office and interrupted the chattering Yang Yan.

"What's the matter?" Yang Xiaoqian asked.

Zhang Xinyi's expression was delighted, and she said, "The Dawning Team is back!" ”

When Yang Xiaoqian heard the news, he breathed a sigh of relief and was relieved, since the Hope Team brought back more than 80 third-class residents, the Dawning Team did not return for a long time, which made Yang Xiaoqian uneasy.

"Are there any casualties?" Yang Xiaoqian hurriedly asked the question he was most concerned about, the loss of any member of the Dawning Team was bad news for the current Paradise Island.

"I don't know, Fang Yu will report to you soon." After Zhang Xinyi finished speaking, her eyes turned to Yang Yan, and quickly turned back to Yang Xiaoqian, "May I ask if I will bring you a working meal or ......?"

Although Yang Xiaoqian wanted to say that Fang Yu would wait and let him accompany his father to lunch, but thinking about Fang Yu and the others being born and dying for themselves and for the people of Yuanjiang, Yang Xiaoqian finally gritted his teeth and said: "Send the work meal here, Dad, you eat with me." ”

Yang Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "No, it's important that you're busy with business, I understand, we'll eat together next time." ”

"Okay." Yang Xiaoqian no longer insisted and said, "That night, I will arrange a dinner party for them to pick up the wind and wash the dust, and then we will drink and eat together." ”

"Okay, it's all right." Yang Yan waved his hand and walked out of the door, and when he walked far and was sure that Yang Xiaoqian couldn't hear it, he sighed and slumped his shoulders. The lonely back became languishing with this sigh.

Seeing his father leave all the way, Yang Xiaoqian inexplicably thought of the text he memorized in full in middle school: Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back".

"What's with what." Yang Xiaoqian smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head to sweep the inexplicable thoughts out of his mind, and walked back to his seat to prepare to greet Fang Yu.

Not long after, Fang Yu walked into the house, covered with a fishy smell and dusty face, obviously he had just come ashore to report, and he did not rest.

Yang Xiaoqian hurriedly got up, waved Zhang Xinyi away, and personally brought a seat for Fang Yu.

"Sit."

"Thank you, President." Looking at Yang Xiaoqian's actions, Fang Yu's heart swelled with warmth.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yang Xiaoqian went straight to the point and asked, "Are there any casualties?" ”

Fang Yu lowered his gaze, didn't dare to look directly at Yang Xiaoqian, and responded in a low voice with self-blame: "On the way back, because of my improper command, two soldiers died. ”

Even if he had expected it, Yang Xiaoqian's heart sank, and he said solemnly: "Their sacrifice is great and glorious, you don't have to blame yourself, you are doing the most dangerous mission, casualties are inevitable, don't be affected by undue emotions, otherwise the next mission may lose even more." For your own sake, for Ning Siyu's sake, and for the lives of other fighters, you must adjust your state. ”

"Yes, thank you, President."

"After a while, you leave the names of the two sacrificed soldiers, and I will ask Wang Li to build a monument to commemorate every great soldier who sacrificed for his compatriots in Yuanjiang." Yang Xiaoqian made a solemn promise.

Fang Yu's nose was sour, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, President!" It's just that it is difficult to build a monument without the necessary equipment and materials. ”

"You don't have to worry about this, let Wang Li figure out a way, if he has an opinion, he and his three wives and four concubines, Yingying Yanyan, will all be arrested and stuffed into the next expedition team, let him try, which one is more difficult." Yang Xiaoqian made a joke that was not a joke, and then continued, "How did you get from this trip? ”

Fang Yu handed out a mobile phone, a ballpoint pen report and a canvas bag, and then answered Yang Xiaoqian's questions one by one.

An hour later, the conversation ended temporarily, Fang Yu dragged his tired body back to his house, took a hot shower, and when he came out, he found that the girl he was worried about was sitting on his bed, crying so much that pear blossoms and rain......

"Scheduled?" After sending Fang Yu away, Yang Xiaoqian asked Zhang Xinyi.

"Well, Ning Siyu has been waiting on the shore all these days, and I didn't dare to inform her in advance just now, for fear that she would break in and disturb your conversation. She should already be in Fang Yu's room by now. Zhang Xinyi nodded and replied.

"Scheduled?" Yang Xiaoqian asked again.

Zhang Xinyi's white cheeks suddenly flushed, pursed her lips for a while before she replied affirmatively: "I asked people to arrange it, and he will have everything in his room." ”

"Ahem, that." Yang Xiaoqian opened the working meal that had already been cold, and changed the topic awkwardly, "You haven't eaten yet, let's eat together?" ”

"Don't eat it, it's cold, I'll give you some heat." Zhang Xinyi picked up the bowl and ran out of the office.

Yang Xiaoqian coughed a few times to relieve his embarrassment, and then opened the canvas bag, which was full of brain nuclei of dozens of mutants.

With a thought, the black ghost appeared beside him, and soon found the canvas bag on the table filled with the mutant's brain nucleus, and danced with joy.

Unlike the black ghost, looking at the dozens of brain cores, Yang Xiaoqian couldn't mention much excitement, after all, this was a bumper harvest in exchange for human lives.

However, Yang Xiaoqian didn't have too much hypocrisy, picked up the canvas bag and handed it to the black ghost, and enhanced his strength as soon as possible, which is the foundation of self-protection and protection of others.

One by one, the bulging canvas bags quickly dried up.

After devouring twenty-six mutant brain cores in a row, the black ghost roared, and a strange and strange shape, a hideous and dazzling long knife emerged from the black ghost's spine, the black ghost stretched out his big hand behind his head, held the hilt, and drew out the long knife and slashed forward, the wall was like butter cut by a hot knife, easily cut in half, and the fracture was smooth.

The power was so great that Yang Xiaoqian was surprised, although compared to the thermal weapon, the destructive power of this black-bladed long knife was still insufficient, but the black ghost holding the black blade was still in a completely invisible state, and it would not be discovered by others!

The problem of the black ghost trying to steal its body and assassinate the enemy but not being able to cause enough damage was finally solved, and Yang Xiaoqian smiled with satisfaction.

"Hey, hey!" The black ghost turned around, smugly jumping and shouting.

Looking at the black ghost's childlike behavior, Yang Xiaoqian was half helpless, half funny, and pointed to the canvas bag to signal that the black ghost was all used up.

Of course, the black ghost was extremely happy, and lifted the canvas bag and stuffed the remaining mutant brain nuclei into the cracked horizontal stripes on the head, and then Yang Xiaoqian obviously felt that the black ghost's form was more condensed and stable, and obviously his strength had been improved, but there were no other abnormalities.

"Last time it was a pair of wings, this time it's a long knife, I don't know what will happen next time I evolve?" Yang Xiaoqian rubbed his chin that had just grown a little stubble back and forth, muttering to himself.