A blue Ferrari roared with a roaring engine that stopped in front of Zhang Jing and the others.

Walk down a serious boy with an image.

It's like the scene where Yanei molested Lin Jiaotou's wife on the street, this made Zhang Jing complain in his heart, for hundreds of years, it's all this trick, isn't it crooked?

"Fried Chicken Man?" Brother Gongzi was dressed in coconut tree printed shorts, a tope with the same printed local characteristics, and a pair of gray boat shoes under his feet, greeting and asking in the Amu language.

"Friend," Zhang Jing persuaded with kind words, "I don't want to pretend to be X, and you don't give me a chance to slap my face."

Ang Juelun was stunned slightly, he didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so brave, and asked rhetorically, "Do you know who I am?"

"It doesn't matter who you are," Zhang Jing drew the line, "you drive your Ferrari, I go my way."

Not looking at Zhang Jing in his eyes, Ang Juelun looked at Wang Sisi and Fan Simin and said, "You come with me, 100,000 yuan per person, this is the price of one day."

Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the other party under the illumination of the car headlights.

This just gave Ang Juelun an excuse, pointing at Zhang Jing and scolding, "What kind of shooting, shooting your mother."

The scolding was not enjoyable, and he waved his fist over.

Zhang Jing naturally wouldn't be hit, so he raised his foot and kicked Ang Juelun, who was thin and ruffian, five or six meters away.

"Wow," Wang Sisi clapped his hands, "Honey, you're amazing!"

Zhang Jing sent the photo to the beautiful big rooster, and the message was immediately replied, the guy who was kicked into a shrimp by him was called Ang Juelun, and his father was a real power teacher.

An important confidant of General Min.

"You're dead!" Ang Juelun, who was huddled on the ground with his stomach in his arms, pointed at Zhang Jing and the three of them and threatened, "My dad will arrest you all and shoot you!"

Wang Sisi felt afraid and hugged Zhang Jing's arm from behind.

The hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, Zhang Jing pulled his girlfriend and continued to walk back, and at the same time called Xiao Xiaotian.

"Mr. Xiao," the phone was connected, and Zhang Jing went straight to the point, "I was in Yangon, and the son of a division commander was molesting my girlfriend on the street, and I beat him."

"Go to the embassy as soon as possible," Xiao Xiaotian urged, "I'll call."

"I'm on my way to the embassy, and there are still more than 700 meters to go."

"Has anyone ever died?"

"No, he didn't touch my girlfriend, how could he die?"

"I'm asking you," Xiao Xiaotian said on the phone

Repeat the question, "Did the person you hit die?"

"No, there may be a few broken ribs."

Hanging up the phone, Xiao Xiaotian found a notepad, which contained the phone number of the embassy in Area D abroad.

It is not difficult to collect these numbers, and everyone can find them on the Internet, but the difference is that most of Xiao Xiaotian's personal phone numbers are ambassadors.

Coincidentally, the ambassador to Yangon is not only his primary and junior high school classmates, but also.... There's a lot of excitement to see now.

When Zhang Jing took Wang Sisi and Fan Simin to the place, the iron gate of the embassy's pedestrian passage had been opened, and a middle-aged man in a white shirt, accompanied by several guards, was waiting.

"Zhang Jing, right?" The middle-aged man greeted, "My name is Ding Xiangyang, the ambassador of Zone D to Yangon."

"Ding—" Zhang Jing thought of Ding Jiaqi, "Hello Ambassador Ding."

As he spoke, Zhang Jing took the initiative to stretch out his hand forward, "My girlfriend and I were shopping and were harassed by a local man who was a teacher and caused you trouble."

"Is Ding Jiaqi also in Yangon?" Ding Xiangyang deliberately looked behind Zhang Jing, "Where is it?"

Zhang Jing's expression was dark, this was definitely a deliberate attempt to find fault! Not a good guy!

Wang Sisi and Fan Simin have guesses at the same time, the Ambassador Ding in front of them is the family of Zhenggong Niang, right?

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Koyanagi, take the guest to the guest room to rest." Ding Xiangyang looked at the guards beside him and broke the silence and said, "Take the guests to the guest room to rest, two guest rooms."

The guard named Koyanagi should be.

Zhang Jing wanted to say a room, but he couldn't say it when he opened his mouth, after all, he came to take refuge, and he wanted to

It's not good to ask too much.

Seeing Zhang Jing walk to the depths of the courtyard, Ding Xiangyang took out his mobile phone and prepared to call out.

It just so happened that the beaten Ang Juelun drove a sports car to the door of the embassy.

opened the door, got out of the car, and asked Ding Xiangyang in an unkind tone through the iron door, "Old man, have a man and two women run to you?" Xiu Shu

"Your name is Ang Juelun, isn't it?"

"It's me," Niu X has been for a long time, and Ang Juelun doesn't know what it means to be afraid, "What is the matter with your uncle?"

Ding Xiangyang was laughed at angrily and called General Min.

Just like Wen Li, it was the assistant who answered the phone, "Ambassador Ding, is there something wrong?"

"There's a young man in a blue Ferrari named Ang Kyaw Lun, who is not only shouting outside my embassy, but also flirting with female tourists in the D section on the street, you need to give me an explanation."

The assistant had seen the world and was not afraid of the ambassador of Region D, so he asked, "What else?"

"Otherwise, I'll take it myself."

The assistant turned around and told General Min about the matter, there were a lot of things to deal with every day, and General Min didn't feel at ease, he just asked his subordinates to call his son back.

Ang Juelun, who was making trouble outside the embassy, received a call from his old father, and left in a hurry with his neck shrunk.

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Ang Juelun received the news that his division commander's father had hung up and was killed in the garrison barracks near Sister Zen Bangmu.

This big news is like wings, and it is in the headlines of everyone's mobile phone in a blink of an eye.

No more than foreign news, just saying that so-and-so division commander died, the local news in Uttar Pradesh also introduced the situation of the division commander's family in Chinese, and also announced responsibility for the matter, and launched a new round of anti-Yamen armed movement until the demands were met. Ь.

"Ang Juelun's senior elder father is dead," Wang Sisi laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, "His expression must be wonderful now, haha~~~"

Fan Simin also felt relieved.

Zhang Jing also felt enjoyable, but, how could it be so coincidental?

Is it to 'convince the Yamen to accept the share of the classic energy company?'

Worried about becoming hostages, Zhang Jing and the three followed the embassy counselor's plane at noon and flew directly back to Mingkun City from Yangon.

When they escaped and stepped off the plane, Wang Sisi and Fan Simin happily danced subject three in the covered bridge.

The two of them are arrogant and happy with their expressions and movements, and there is really no one else.

At 10 a.m. local time the next day, the trio landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

I don't know if it's an illusion, since the death of the quenching master, Zhang Jing feels that the sky in the league area is bluer and the trees are greener.

Driving next to Highway 1, even the sea water is clearer, super cool!

Listening to the energetic song, thinking about the peerless face that was about to be produced, Zhang Jing's whole body was full of strength, drive, and hard work.

Driving back to Kanfen Farm after a long absence, in the cobblestone yard of the cowshed area, seeing a big belly and carrying a plastic bucket in his hand, Zhang Jing felt that everything he did was worth it.

Like every three autumns, Zhang Jing walked quickly to the black-haired Silk, hugged her in his arms, and did not let go for a long time.

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