"I didn't expect that dry guy to be so powerful. If I hadn't run fast, I might have been caught by him."
Yang Xiaodong couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the scene of being chased by Hei Ya in the early morning: "It seems that what she said is right. I am indeed not a killer material. They say that a qualified killer is ruthless, but
As for me, when I was about to take action on the seven million US dollars, my heart trembled for no apparent reason, and I fell hopelessly in love with that pure girl. Oh, what an injustice. But I didn’t expect that, according to legend,
The CEO of Poly Group in the movie turned out to be such a girl."
Yang Xiaodong walked out of the elevator muttering to himself, and smiled at several girls in white-collar attire in the corridor, showing his white teeth.
A slender girl smiled back at him: "Mr. Yang, you just came. It's already nine o'clock."
"Please call me Vice President Yang!" Yang Xiaodong corrected the girl's slip of the tongue with a serious face.
The girl nodded with a smile: "Okay, Vice President Yang."
"Of course, when the two of us are together, I still like you to call me Mr. Yang." Yang Xiaodong chuckled and stretched out his hand to touch the girl's chest: "Hey, Feifei, why are you here?
A spinach leaf?”
"Screw you, there are no spinach leaves." Feifei's face turned red and he opened Yang Xiaodong's hands.
"Haha, maybe I'm dazzled." Yang Xiaodong retracted his hand, stroked his handsome three-quarter hair style, glanced at a certain door, lowered his voice and asked: "Where's Mr. Yang, did she come to work today?"
Feifei looked at Yang Xiaodong with gloating eyes: "Mr. Yang is waiting for you in the office. I asked you to go find her as soon as you arrive."
Yang Xiaodong trembled: "Ah, no, no, Feifei, don't scare me, you know I am the least courageous."
"Anyway, I told you, believe it or not, it's up to you whether to go or not." After Feifei finished speaking, he ignored him and moved closer to the other two girls, chatting and laughing about something in a low voice.
"Stinky girl, you are sincerely looking at my joke." Yang Xiaodong glared at Feifei dissatisfied, straightened his tie, and walked to Mr. Yang's office with his head held high: "Humph, even if she is waiting for me, she is my biological sister anyway.
, you can’t just scratch me with a knife just because I act cool once in a while, right?”
Yang Xiaodong walked to the door with dignity, raised his hand and knocked on the door. A faint girl's voice came from inside: "Come in."
The moment he opened the door, Yang Xiaodong's straight back quickly bent down, and he complained in his heart: "I have to be so servile when I see my sister. If I am an elder brother, I will be embarrassed for all the brothers in the world. But
Who can I blame? If I want to blame, I can only blame myself for not living up to expectations. Oh, Yang Xiaodong, does your cowardice have something to do with your name?"
The space in this office is not large, about forty square meters, and there is only one table in the room. Except for the chair behind the table, there is not even a sofa.
The decoration is also very simple, with white tile floors, white walls, and white ceiling. If you sprinkle a little soda water on it, you will definitely think that you are in a ward.
However, above the two corners of the room facing the door, there is a string of wind chimes hanging on one side: the one on the left is a different color, and the one on the right is red.
Two strings of wind chimes add a lot of different life to this office that looks like a ward.
A girl wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt sat on the chair behind the desk, lowering her head and concentrating on what she was doing: cleaning the knife.
It was a finely forged butterfly knife.
Butterfly knife, also known as split horn knife. It is said that the earliest butterfly knife came from the Philippines and is one of the oldest cold weapons in the world. In an ancient legend of that country, a warrior used this foldable knife.
Assassinated) individual, there is still a small town in that country that specializes in the production of this kind of weapon.
After seeing the finely forged butterfly knife in the girl's hand, the smile on Yang Xiaodong's face became thicker and his waist bent even lower: "Mr. Yang, are you looking for me?"
The girl with a strand of black hair hanging between her cheeks did not speak immediately. Instead, she carefully wiped the blade of the knife with a deerskin and then raised her head.
Three years ago, Yang Xiaodong once swore to God: If this girl is not his biological sister but a stranger, he will use all his means to chase her. Because he likes girls very much.
The child's face is so clean that it makes one's heart palpitate, especially the black and white eyes, which always make him fall into a daze inadvertently.
Yang Xiaodong is five years older than his sister. When he was nine years old, his parents died, and he and his sister depended on each other. On rainy nights with lightning and thunder, he could only hold his scared sister in his arms and sing to her "Mama" while trembling.
A song I once taught him: Only mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure...
Now, Yang Xiaodong is twenty-seven years old, but as he grows older, his eldest brother, who is like a father, bends lower and lower in front of his sister, and the smile on his face becomes flattering.
Yang Xiaodong never denied that he liked his sister.
But this kind of love is just an appreciation that involves blood being thicker than water, and has nothing to do with the nastiness.
He is willing to play the role of an 'old aunt' in front of his sister, even though he looks so suave.
Yang Xiaodong likes clean girls like his sister, which is the main reason why he didn't attack the girl worth five million US dollars.
When the girl who woke up from the dream looked back, her pure and clean face reminded him of his sister, and he fell hopelessly in love with that girl.
Mr. Yang glanced at Yang Xiaodong, played with the knife and sighed softly: "Hey, Yang Xiaodong, how many times have I told you, when no one is around, don't call me Mr. Yang, you can call me by my name, Yang Guo
."
"Then why don't you call me brother? Oh, Yang Guo... I really wonder why my parents don't put such a cool name on my head?" Yang Xiaodong walked to the table, raised his legs and sat on the table.
: "Mr. Yang, how many times have I told you that you'd better put a chair here. If that doesn't work, you can also make a small pony, so that I don't have to sit at your desk."
"Because you are Yang Xiaodong, not Yang Guo." When Yang Guo smiled, he looked at Yang Xiaodong with deep affection in his eyes.
Whenever Yang Guo's eyes show this kind of affection, Yang Xiaodong is happiest.
This time was no exception. Just when he was grinning and saying something, Yang Guo's face darkened again.
He quickly put away his smile and bowed his head to listen to the instructions.
"Yang Xiaodong, did you go to that villa area in the early morning?"
The meaning of that villa area is the name of that villa area. It's called that villa area... It's a convoluted and fucked up place, but it is where the richest people in Shen City live.
Each villa is worth tens of millions.
Yang Xiaodong looked up at the red wind chime hanging in the upper right corner, pretending to be casual: "Yeah, I went to have a look and then came back."
"Just looking at it?"
"Yes, I just looked at it."
"Didn't do anything else? For example, I wanted to earn that seven million dollars."
"No."
Yang Xiaodong shook his head vigorously: "No really, I just went to have a look and then came back. To be honest, I know how many bowls of rice I can eat (self-knowledge means), and I will not be stupid enough to pay for a mere seven million
, just take the risk alone to assassinate the mysterious female boss of the Poly Group."
"Oh?" Yang Guo stared at the butterfly knife in his hand: "This is strange, why did I hear Feifei say that if she and Jiahui hadn't blocked that dry man in black, someone might have been caught.
Where is it?"
Yang Xiaodong's body froze, and when he jumped down from the table, he laughed and said: "Hehe, no way? If others don't know, don't you know it? Your eldest brother and I are the one who cherishes life the most, how could it be possible...
Uh, can you please take the knife away? You also know that I am the most timid person. Every time you move the knife, I will talk nonsense."
The tip of the butterfly knife in Yang Guo's hand was pressed against Yang Xiaodong's thigh. With a little force, the tip of the knife pierced through the clothes. He said coldly: "Actually, I like to listen to your nonsense."
"Well, then I have no choice but to talk nonsense. Oh, who made you my sister?"
Yang Xiaodong sighed and spoke very quickly: "I went to a certain villa in that villa and successfully entered the woman's bedroom. Just when I was about to earn back seven million US dollars, I was caught
When people found out, they had no choice but to run away in panic! I swear, I swear on our deceased parents that I will never take risks alone again, no matter how much money I give you!"
Yang Guo slowly took back the knife, his voice still as cold as ever: "Yang Xiaodong, please remember, let alone seven million, even seven hundred million US dollars, I will not allow you to take risks. If you are short of money, tell me
, I will give you as much as you want! The CEO of Poly Group has a very mysterious background, and it is definitely not something that a third-rate killer like you can handle. Yang Xiaodong, promise me not to be stupid again... You raised me for the first eighteen years,
I will support you for the next eighty years."
"I raised you for the first eighteen years, and you raised me for the next eighty years. Hehe, I got it. It won't happen again." Yang Xiaodong's nose felt sour, but then he laughed shamelessly: "Mr. Yang, if nothing happens to you,
Can I leave? I still have a game program that I haven’t finished yet."
Yang Guo didn't say anything, lowered his head again, took the deerskin and started to clean the knife. Just when Yang Xiaodong walked to the door, he suddenly said: "Where are my Wolford stockings? Those are the adult gifts you gave me, I will wear them
One day later.”
Yang Xiaodong turned around with an indignant look on his face: "The stockings I used to cover my face were snatched away by that dry bastard! But don't worry, I will buy you a new pair right away. Oh, there are two pairs.
, double the interest!”
"That was my gift when I became an adult. It is unique. I will get it back sooner or later." Yang Guo said without raising his head: "Let's go. Remember not to act alone again in the future. Some things are not as simple as you think.
Moreover, we came to Shencheng this time not to kill people, but to recover what our ancestors carelessly lost."
After Yang Xiaodong walked out of the office, Yang Guo pursed his lips and shook his head. As soon as he put down the knife, the phone on the table vibrated.
She picked up her phone and opened the text message: August 21st, Mount Paektu!