“My dear Shilan, don’t cry. I only glanced at her. I promise I’ll never look at her again. If I look at her even once, may I be struck by lightning, run over by a car, and then…”
Yang Feng gently placed his hands on Han Shilan's soft shoulders and spoke continuously.
"Stop talking." Han Shilan blinked hard, her complexion improved a lot, and she looked up to cover Yang Feng's mouth, saying softly, "I don't want anything to happen to you, so don't say these things."
"Okay, okay, I promise nothing will happen." Yang Feng smiled slightly, took her small hand away, and held it tightly in his own palm.
"Oh, and another thing, if you stare at her again, I'll bite you to death, you hear me?"
Han Shilan said sourly, pretending to bite you and revealing her pearly white teeth.
"Yes, my wife's word is law."
Yang Feng held her soft, boneless hand tightly and said with a smile, but he was sweating a little inside.
My former deskmate has become my wife.
After the team disbanded, Yang Feng and Han Shilan walked side by side onto the street outside.
Han Shilan smiled sweetly as she said goodbye to Yang Feng and got into a black Rolls-Royce. The driver, who was standing outside the car, frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Han Shilan inside the car, and his sweet smile was obvious.
He felt he needed to tell Mayor Han about this. After muttering to himself, he turned and got into the driver's seat.
The black Rolls-Royce sped away, and on the road, the driver suddenly said tentatively:
"Miss, was that boy your classmate?"
"Yes, what's wrong with Uncle Jiang?" Han Shilan asked innocently, playing with her hair.
"It's nothing, it's just that you two seem a bit close, aren't you?"
This man named Jiang Bo is Mayor Han's personal driver, who is also a bodyguard in reality. He has been with Han Yutang for more than ten years, watching Han Shilan grow up from elementary school to high school.
"Oh, no, it's just... it's just that he's my deskmate, and we're just slightly close."
Han Shilan panicked and forced a smile, saying that if Uncle Jiang found out that she and Yang Feng were dating, he would definitely tell her parents, and they would be forced to break them up.
Jiang Bofei smiled knowingly. He had just glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed the slightly flustered look on her face, which told him that their relationship was anything but ordinary.
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Yang Feng, walking along the road, soon returned home, only to find the house empty. He remembered that his sister had gone to stay at her best friend's house, so she hadn't come back.
Because she was afraid to stay at home alone.
Yang Feng took out his old Nokia phone and made a call to Yang Lianqing, which was answered quickly.
"Yang Feng, are you back?"
My sister said with a hint of excitement on the other end of the phone.
“Yeah, you should go home soon. Aren’t you afraid of being looked down upon for staying at other people’s houses every day?” Yang Feng said.
"No way, I'll be back this afternoon. I'm still on the street right now. That's all for now, bye-bye," my sister giggled and replied.
Looking at the phone that had already been hung up, Yang Feng sighed softly, put his phone in his pocket, and decided to rest at home since he still had about three hours before his afternoon shift at the coffee shop.
After all, I had a long battle with Han Shilan yesterday, and then stood on the subway for so long. If I weren't in good physical condition, I probably would be lying on the sofa by now.
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Yang Feng, who had just returned from the coffee shop that evening, looked a little tired. After taking off his casual shoes, he walked inside.
Yang Lianqing's small ears twitched slightly, and her hair was styled in twin ponytails, resembling the tails of a scorpion.
She noticed a sound coming from the doorway, and her heart leaped with joy. With her bare, round, and adorable little feet and an undisguised happiness on her face, she hopped and skipped into Yang Feng's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Brother, you're finally back!"
"Hmm." Yang Feng smiled slightly, picked up Yang Lianqing, walked to the chair, and gently put her down. "Sis, I'm exhausted, so don't torture me anymore, you little monster."
"Okay, sure." Yang Lianqing nodded, watching Yang Feng walk into the bathroom, looking just like a dutiful wife.
After taking a hot shower and drying himself off, Yang Feng looked in the mirror and found that his figure had become even more perfect.
After putting on a white T-shirt as pajamas, I walked out of the bathroom. My younger sister, who was in the small living room, relayed a message:
"Yang Feng, Mom has sent over your living expenses for this month, a total of 1,500 yuan!"
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 85 The Old General
Hearing his sister's call, Yang Feng stood at the bathroom door for a moment, a hint of emotion flashing in the depths of his eyes. Every month at the beginning of the month, his mother would send a sum of money for living expenses from Zhejiang Province.
Every time I tell my mom that I don't need to send money, or that sending less money is fine, she just smiles and says that the monthly allowance I receive is almost half of what she earns each month.
All she wanted was for herself and Yang Lianqing to eat well and wear warm clothes.
Now he possesses all sorts of extraordinary skills, the formidable strength of a mercenary, medical skills comparable to world-class masters, and has yet to encounter an opponent in the field of music. He has even acquired some skills that he doesn't need, such as driving skills and dancing.
These pieces of knowledge floated into my mind, and each skill could help me make a name for myself in this world.
"Okay, I understand. Lianqing, you should go to sleep early."