Lu Mingfei: "!!!"

"What's wrong?" Su Xiaolu immediately noticed something wrong with Lu Mingfei and asked curiously.

"The boss seems to be back..." Lu Mingfei looked around but couldn't find any trace of Mo Qiuran.

"Senior Mo?" Su Xiaolu was stunned, "What does 'seem' mean?"

"It means he seemed to see us both," Lu Mingfei subconsciously showed his phone to Su Xiaoxuan, and then reacted the next second and hurriedly took it back, and for a moment he was at a loss.

Although Lu Mingfei reacted quickly, that little time was enough for Su Xiaolu to see the news that Mo Qiu dyed his hair... So his little face, which was already a little red from the sun, became even more red. It was hard to tell whether it was shy or angry.

"It must be angry...does it seem too frivolous?" Lu Mingfei thought.

"What are you doing when you send a message? Now they may not have any actions they were going to do now!" Tang Zi pushed Mo Qiuran.

"Hey, this is your lack of cognition. If it were someone else, nothing might happen, but this is my little brother. In addition to being so timid, Lu Mingfei sometimes has the same habit of "brain cramps". So if I say this, as long as he has the chance in the future, he might just go straight to it or not?"

"The premise is to experience the current embarrassing scene of social death?" Tang Zi asked.

"Social death is something that a person must experience in his life. If something is missing, it will not be perfect, so I am helping him... but the number of times is a little more." Mo Qiuran made a statement.

"If your little brother heard you, he would be moved and crying and then find a month of dark and windy weather to kill you, right?" Tang Zi said.

"It's not impossible...so should I take action first?!" Mo Qiuran thought a little and then his eyes lit up.

"Being your little brother is such a rare beauty!" Tang Zi sighed.

"That's... no, are you playing the homophone?" Mo Qiuran realized it later.

"Ahem... I won't tell you anymore, just say hello." Tang Zi coughed lightly and started the car.

The arrival of the vehicle finally broke the awkward atmosphere that was lingering between Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaolu at this time. The window rolled down, and the co-pilot Mo Qiuran waved his hands at Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaolu with a smile, "Pressing the road is more suitable for one o'clock in the evening. It's not appropriate to do anything in broad daylight, right?"

"Boss, are you back?" Lu Mingfei pretended to be stupid and smiled and greeted Mo Qiuran.

"Hello, senior!" Su Xiaolu also greeted.

After that, there were some regular politeness, but in just a few words. After all, chatting under the sun was not something that people did, and they couldn't get in the car anymore, so they agreed to wait until Lu Mingfei and the others got together after the holiday, and then they would take Chu Zihang back separately.

After getting the luggage, Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran nodded. The date for going to BJ has been set, and it will be tomorrow, but I will definitely go home just now.

He pressed his fingerprint, opened the front door, dragged his suitcase along the path to the villa door, pressed his fingerprint again, and with a "drip", the door opened quietly.

Then he was stunned.

The villa was decorated with lights and decorations, and there were four women wearing nightgowns or home clothes, either holding a sign with [happy] in their hands or holding a glow stick, which looked like a welcome scene.

"Welcome, warm welcome! Zihang is back~" the aunts cheered in unison.

In terms of age, they are aunts, but they don’t really look very good from the appearance. As long as they are properly maintained, they look like they are in their twenties even when they are about forty. One of them is Chu Zihang’s mother, and the other three are his mother’s best friend…

"Oh, Zihang is so handsome. Come and let your aunt hug you!" Aunt Shanshan said with her arms wide open.

"Go to you!" Another aunt kicked her snake's waist, and the two of them wrestled with a roar. Because of their clothes, they could not be considered a lucky person. Chu Zihang could basically be considered a "male" in terms of age or body, but the aunts had no intention of avoiding them.

After all, Chu Zihang was the one they watched as growing up... The first child of Chu Zihang's mother in the sister group should have become a toy that fell from the sky. Chu Zihang remembered that his childhood was extremely painful. He vaguely remembered that when he was two or three years old, he was surrounded by flame red lips and slender jade hands and was stolen...

Chu Zihang closed the door with his backhand and greeted the aunts politely.

"Zihang is so polite!" The aunts had a series of star eyes. If someone else called their aunt, they would probably be furious, but who made Chu Zihang so well and so handsome or did they grow up watching him?

"I originally planned to pick you up, but since you said you didn't need it, I didn't go there, but my mother asked the aunts to prepare for the welcome ceremony. How could I like it?" My mother said proudly.

"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded silently. From the sloppy handwriting on the sign and board, as well as the beer cans that had been half drunk, you could tell what the truth was... They should have had a small party yesterday.

However, Chu Zihang did not intend to expose it. He himself did not intend to let his mother pick it up, and he made the phone call when he was about to get home.

"Don't drink too much and it's easy to have a headache." Chu Zihang reminded him and then went to the floor-to-ceiling window to pull up the curtains. "You may be seen outside."

The aunts sorted out their clothes and sat down obediently to show that they realized the mistake and corrected it when they knew it.

"Okay, okay, good son, please put things first. We have prepared something delicious... a dish I made myself!" said my mother proudly.

Chu Zihang couldn't help feeling moved when he heard this. He was not moved but worried. He rushed to the kitchen in an instant. He used his mother's technique of making a bag of popcorn, which only needed to put it in the microwave and press a few buttons to almost blow up the kitchen... He couldn't help but feel unhappy!

"Don't be so anxious, put things first!" Mom followed behind, feeling proud and proud. In her thoughts, Chu Zihang was probably looking forward to it.

Anyway, she has always had such a simple personality...it is equivalent to heartlessness.

After Chu Zihang arrived at the kitchen, he took a breath slightly. Fortunately, there was no strange smell. After checking the switch, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, there was no sign of explosion or something?

Soon he noticed the pastry that was extremely exquisitely placed. Looking at the trash can, he finally saw the outer packaging and understood that the so-called dish was probably used to heat it up... It seems that my mother is already very self-aware of her cooking skills.

"Come and try it!" Mom followed behind and picked up the pastry and said expectantly, "I can finally use the microwave!"

"It's delicious." Chu Zihang took it and stuffed it into his mouth and said seriously. He did not deliberately pretend to show anything, and still had a plain tone, but this is quite normal. After all, he always had this style.

"Hehehe!" Mom smiled happily, her sense of accomplishment was full again, and she waved her hand, "Go to the room to put things, take a shower and change your clothes!"

So Chu Zihang returned to his room and closed the door. Although he left for a while, he still looked like he left. After putting his suitcase, he opened the closet as soon as possible, and a black extended tennis bag lay in the corner.

Chu Zihang took out the tennis bag and unzipped the zipper. The handle wrapped in black marzipan skin was tightly attached to the racket. He held the handle of the knife, and the long knife was unsheathed. The iron-green light splashed out, and the cold breath winded upwards along his wrist.

The God-Empression Sword: Village Rain, the legendary demon sword that will automatically seep out after killing people, and the spring rain will wash away the blood. It has some patterns engraved on it. Now Chu Zihang finally understands that this is not a decorative pattern but a dragon text... This is an alchemy knife.

But the traces of that man... I still haven't found them.

Chu Zihang's eyes drooped slightly, his long knife was sheathed, and he zipped it back and put it away.

It's almost done.

...

"Come on, eat this!"

"Some more of this."

“This one is delicious too!”

At a loss, Hui Liyi watched the food in her bowl gradually pile up into a hill, but she had no choice but to nod her head. She didn't stop talking not because she didn't want to say it but because she couldn't say it... Because Tang Zi was too enthusiastic, she could only keep stuffing it into her mouth, and then she couldn't swallow it for a while, so she piled into a little squirrel.

Tang Zi's eyes glowed.

A good appearance means you can do whatever you want!

"Where are me?!" Mo Qiuran looked at Tang Zi with resentment, and finally couldn't help asking.

"You can pick it up by yourself." Tang Zi looked at Mo Qiuran with a proper look on her face.

Mo Qiuran fell into a state of indifference. What happened? What about the scene in her fantasy of having sex after she came back? Why is it like this now!

...

Italy, Potafino.

Amid the falling leaves, the silver Rolls Reus sedan hovered up and followed the road to the white building next to the cliff and stopped.

This is a single-family building with hard marble outside and only small and tight windows. At first glance, it looks like a fortress, with a private parking lot almost full. Lamborghini, old-fashioned Jaguar, AMG-modified Mercedes-Benz, and an orange mountain bike also occupy a parking space.

The driver bent down and opened the car door. The golden high heels fell gently on the ground, stepped on a fallen leaf, and his slender calves were full of thrilling beauty. He was a young girl, who was in her twenties but had eyes in her thirties, and her cold face revealed a queen-like demeanor.

"Hey, Lisa, my child is coming on time." The old man opened his arms and strode out, "You seem to have grown up a little more."

"Thank you, Angers." The girl hugged him, "We haven't seen each other for six years, and you still look the same."

"For the old man who is about to die, time will always give him a little mercy." Anger stretched out his arm gentlemanly. "This is really good news. I thought that things during this period would make me worry and grow old."

"I heard that you really recruited a good student this time." Lisa held his arm and the two went upstairs together. "Not many people can make the school board need to hold a meeting because of their own efforts... Have you ever had it before?"

"Maybe it's the first time," Anger smiled and nodded, feeling emotion, "Youth is always frivolous."

As the two entered the building, the door of the building slowly closed from the inside out, and after the four ancient heavy locks were locked down at the same time, the building was completely closed.

...

"There are all people, then I will announce that the emergency school board will officially begin." Angers sat at the end of the long table and shook the brass bell in front of him.

There is one such brass bell in front of every school manager. Shake it before speaking, and shake it before drinking... Ahem, in short, it is probably to prevent situations such as interruption of robbery.

There were six school directors attending the conference. On both sides of Angers were two old men who were too old, both of whom were crisp black suits. One had a crimson handkerchief in his pocket and was leaning on a cane. The other was holding a red sandalwood bead and muttering words. There was also a man in his thirties, wearing a sportswear and a bicycle helmet on his head. Next to Lisa was a little girl who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and behind him was a white glove butler with his head held high and his chest held high.

"Realistically, I don't think it's necessary to hold an emergency meeting this time, but Frost Gattuso, my old friends and a few of them here insisted, so it was held... So, should I start?" Angers said.

"This is related to the existence of the dragon clan being leaked in front of the world! It is a first-class and important event! It is not as light as you said, Angers!" Frost Gattuso shook the brass bell in front of him to refute, and as soon as he came up, he pulled the atmosphere to a tense and confrontation.

"Is that right? I think my students do this just to complete tasks and protect themselves." Angers said.

"This kind of controversy means nothing. Where is the student's information? I guess Principal Angers brought it?" said Frost Gattuso.

"Of course I brought it. Although you all know it, this does not prevent you from asking me again..." Angers distributed the few pieces of paper in front of him to several people.

"That's all?" Frost looked at the few pieces of information that could be read at a glance and rattled the bell to question.

"A summary of the report from Norma, if you need to see how many awards he has won, I don't mind listing the information... but in that case, the number of pages may have to double or something." Angers said.

"Idea your attitude, Angers!" Frost said with a frown.

"My attitude is already very correct, my friend, in fact, I don't understand why I have to hold a targeted meeting because my students do a good job?" Angers asked.

"What you mean by excellence is to freeze the entire Mount Fuji in front of the whole world in one second?" Frost sneered, took out a stack of information and started distributing it, with a remarkable thickness.
Chapter completed!