"Is the room bad? Is it bad? Auntie will change your room immediately." She walked directly to Ye Jian and said with a kind smile: "You are all guests, we have to make you sleep comfortably in the hotel."

This is a strong woman who is very good at doing things. Ye Jian quickly calmed down and said politely: "No, no, it's because I have something to go to the airport, so I got up early. I slept well and didn't get used to it at all."

She could fall asleep anywhere, but the hotel security staff sent a special forces soldier over and woke her up at 3:30 in the morning.

"Go to Jiyang? That's right. I'm going to pick up people at the airport and take my car over." Mr. Song, who has exquisite makeup, smiled cheerfully. She should have just gotten up, with a thin blood in her eyes. "The staff helped me pick up the car, go, go outside and wait."

He turned to the front desk and said, "Xiao Fang, prepare two cents of breakfast for me, one with coffee and one with fresh milk."

At this time, when there is a ride, Ye Jian's calm face was filled with joy and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Song, then I'm not polite." In this way, she would not have to wait until five o'clock to take the Caesar Hotel's free bike and could get her military uniform back in advance.

"Oh, you kid, just call me aunt, why do you want to call me Mr. Song?" Mr. Song, who was still a little sharp between his eyebrows, couldn't help laughing. The kid was really polite, "Don't blame me for just making a decision by myself. Let's go, the car is coming."

Yang Heng, the Aunt Song, is a divorced strong woman. She divorced eight years ago and her daughter was awarded to her husband. She has now gone to pick up her daughter who has not met for more than two years and has returned from France.

When the car drove over, Ye Jian's eyes fell on the red Ferrari sports car that was so expensive in 1997. When he saw Aunt Song yawning several times, Ye Jian, who originally wanted to say that she could drive to the airport, silently shut up.

"Auntie, did you not have a good rest last night?" Ye Jian couldn't help but ask more questions. When she was training with the car soldiers, the instructor said the most was "You can't drive tiredly."

Now, Aunt Song, who looked quite tired and yawned, Ye Jian was still a little worried. It was not good to drive tiredly.

Mr. Song smiled and started the car and slowly drove it into the lobby door. "I haven't slept all night. Are you afraid that I can't drive well? Don't worry, I still have this skill."

"I didn't sleep for several nights in a row before, so I could still drive steadily." Mr. Song's driving skills were indeed good, but whenever she yawned deeply, Ye Jian felt a little scared.

When the car soldiers arrange night training, they will eat Chaotian pepper when they are really tired, apply cooling oil to resist fatigue, use any hard method, keeping their brains awake all the way.

But Mr. Song and the others are different. It is impossible to use such a ruthless method to refresh themselves. If you are so tired all the way, there will definitely be problems.

Ye Jian didn't care about the value of the car anymore, and simply smiled and said, "Aunt Song, I'll drive. It takes an hour to go to the airport. I'll drive. Do you sit and rest?"

Ye Jian's words had just finished speaking, and a strong light suddenly shone from the opposite side. This was not the strong light of a small car, but the strong light of a large truck rushed towards him.

Mr. Song, who had not had a good rest, couldn't help but squint his eyes when he was shining with a strong light. He had not yet realized what had happened before.
Chapter completed!