The Road to Slaying God

The tea house was not far from the pedestrian street, and Liu Biao and Zhang Yang walked there in just a few minutes.

Zhang Yang seemed to be very anxious. He just wanted to rush back to C City for the first time, because just now, he used the bar phone to call Xiao Yiran's cell phone and it turned off, which made Zhang Yang uneasy.

If something happened to Xiao Yiran, he vowed that he would slaughter everyone in the Maimat family, not even his neighbors. He gritted his teeth tightly, looked up at the starless night sky, and exposed the violence. The anger looked at Liu Biao for a while.

Time is passing by in seconds ...

In fact, he and Liu Biao waited for five minutes at the gate of the aristocratic city, as if it were 500 years long.

finally come!

A pure white BMW drove up silently and stopped directly at the gate of the aristocratic city. Zhang Yang and Liu Biao couldn't help but stay a bit. Remember that this pedestrian street does not allow traffic, what about the security of the pedestrian street? This pedestrian street is on duty 24 hours a day!

"Beep", BMW's back door opened, closed, and came down alone.

"Zhang Yang!" A familiar voice.

"what……"

Zhang Yang stared blankly at the girl in front of her. The girl looked shy, lowered her head, and squeezed her hands with each other. She seemed very excited. Of course, what Zhang Yang noticed was the silky short hair, the colorful The explosive head has become a shiny black. After the girl changed her hairstyle, although she was a little less lively, she added a little more serenity, a purity, and a pleasing culture.

"Zhang Yang!" The girl was upset when she saw Zhang Yang didn't respond for a long time, and looked up loudly.

"Ah ... ah ... where am I ..."

"You, you ... Huh, don't you see any change in me?" The girl glared on her hips.

"No, haven't you always been like this?" Zhang Yang was immediately depressed, and she was immediately depressed. The girl began to be destroyed by the akimbo immediately. Of course, Zhang Yang believed that this was the girl's original name.

"You, you ... come with me ..." The girl was so angry that she vomited blood, pouting and opened the door of the aristocracy.

...

"You don't have to go in."

When Liu Biao saw Zhang Yang and the girl walked into the aristocratic city, they had to follow up immediately, and knew that before moving their feet, the cab window of BMW slowly slid down. A soft voice filled with majestic sounds, Liu Biao didn't dare to move. She looked back at the woman on the BMW car in surprise. The woman's appearance was slightly similar to that of the girl. It was the girl's mother Aunt Yan.

"Come upstairs with me."

After the girl turned on all the lights in the aristocratic city, she seemed to be in a bad mood, glaring at Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang smiled without saying a word, and went upstairs behind her.

After going upstairs, the girl became serious, carefully took out a gray-white suit from the closet, and gently hugged her body. It seemed a little bit reluctant. After a while of silence, the girl very solemnly put the suit on the publicity Hands.

"What are you doing?"

"You wait for me."

After the girl put her suit on Zhang Yang's hands, she ran downstairs again. When she came up again, she had a lot of things on her hands, including shirts, ties, shoes, belts, and even returned. There are socks and shorts ... a lot of things can't see the face in front of the chest, it seems extremely funny.

"Go to the locker room and change." The girl shoved her stuff on Zhang Yang's body, and dropped it all over the floor. She didn't have the solemn expression when she started to give the suit, as if it was garbage.

"Ah ... what?" Zhang Yang looked at a lot of luxury goods in front of him in surprise. He spent a few days in the aristocratic city, naturally knowing the value of these things. A tie is tens of thousands, not to mention belts and other things, but he did not dare to imagine that girls would give him hundreds of thousands of clothes.

"Just let you wear it, what's the matter? It's not like a man, mother-in-law." The girl didn't feel good.

"..."

Zhang Yang was speechless and much lazy, and walked to the locker room and changed all his clothes.

"Wow ... so handsome ... unfortunately, it's too thin, but I can barely wear it ..." The girl looked at Zhang Yang who came out in amazement, then regretted her face.

Indeed, the clothes are very fashionable, the size is right, the colors are similar, but they are pretty good. Although girls are not as professional as publicity, they have been in the industry for a long time and have some experience. Besides, men ’s clothes are so Way of matching.

"Am I thin? Haven't you ever said that you don't like muscular men?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel his arms. It seems that the arms and legs have become stronger recently!

"I don't bother you ..." The girl glared and said, "Why not cut off the trademark? Are there no scissors in the dressing room?"

"Ah ... keke ... give me?"

"nonsense!"

The girl ran to the locker room and took out a small pair of scissors to help Zhang Yang carefully cut off some of the tag trademarks. With a concentrated expression on her face, Zhang Yang was inexplicably moved.

Now, isn't that the feeling of red-sleeved shirts and eyebrows?

"You are so beautiful today." Zhang Yang said gently, smelling the light milk fragrance from the girl.

"Really?" The girl shook her trademark hand and almost cut her clothes. She didn't dare to look at Zhang Yang, her face was shy and her neck was red.

"Well, especially your hair, it's beautiful!"

"Did you just see it?" The girl looked up in surprise, staring at Zhang Yang with big eyes.

"You saw it when you got off the bus,"

"Then ... that ... why don't you say that?" The girl stammered, leaning against her open chest and not following.

"Where is your mother, what do you want me to say?" Zhang Yang laughed.

"Hum, just think about it a lot, and my head is so dirty, my mummy won't care about me." The girl continued to help Zhang Yang cut the trademark carefully. "Are you still coming to Noble City?"

"I don't know ..." Zhang Yang shook his head.

"Why don't you know?" The girl stopped again, looking at Zhang Yang with disappointment.

"Oh, I haven't finished talking yet, I will definitely come back to see you."

"Oh ... that's good, remember to call me!"

"Will do."

...

The atmosphere gradually deepened, and something called "sadness" permeated the air. Both of them seemed to feel a lot of things to say, but nothing to say. After all, the two people got along for a few days, and these days, the girls are big Part of the time is spent upstairs tossing clothes, the two lack a language to communicate, it seems that the connection between the two is nothing but the ethereal feeling.

I feel this thing is very complicated and simple. Many people don't feel it during their whole life. Many people can find what they need from each other's facial expressions in just a few hours. This is feeling.

Only now, Zhang Yang and the girl still don't understand. They just feel that it is sad to be separated now, and somehow regret it.

"Come on, your mommy is waiting for you." After a moment of silence, Zhang Yang patted the girl's weak shoulder gently.

"Ok."

The girl's eyes were a bit red, and she seemed to be trying to restrain something.

After going downstairs, the girl did not turn off the lights, the door was not closed, and she was very depressed. She sat directly in the car, closed the door, and did not even open the window.

"Aunt Yan, I'm gone, thank you for your care!" Zhang Yangchao bowed in the car, and he always thanked the woman.

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

The young woman closed the window slowly, got out of the car and closed the door gently, holding a kraft paper envelope in her hand.

"Are you Zhang Yang?" The woman asked suddenly, looking back at the BMW.

"Yes, Aunt Yan, my name is Zhang Mingyang."

"C's?"

"Yes."

"Take care of yourself. If it's something else, Aunt Yan can help you. Even a much more serious matter, Aunt Yan can settle it, but this thing, Aunt Yan cannot help you because he died. Son! "The woman sighed.

"You know?" Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

"I didn't know that soon, because Maimaiti had come to Changsha, but I didn't expect it to be you." The woman did not care about Zhang Yang's sharp eyes.

"where is he?"

Zhang Yang's body was permeated with a strong murderous spirit, and a fierce color radiated in his eyes, and the air became extremely depressed and heavy.

(To be continued)