"Okay, Xixi, don't stick to your father like this. You are so old, it's very tiring to hold you like this."
Song Hongyan stroked her daughter's hair, exposed the watermelon head and then clamped it up: "Come down."
The woman was always thinking about Ye Fan losing her skills, and was worried that Qianxi would be so tired of Ye Fan like this.
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled repeatedly: "It's okay, I like to hold Xixi."
"Dad, let me go, I've brought you a gift."
Qianqian asked Ye Fan to put down her, then took out a cup from the schoolbag she was carrying and handed it to Ye Fan.
"Dad, this is a ceramic cup I made for you personally. You hold it and remember to drink water every day."
The cup is a bit rough and has a normal shape, but it is very careful to write a line of words:
Ye Fan’s father, Xixi loves you.
The words are simple and direct, but they make Ye Fan feel warm.
Seeing this, Song Hongyan joked: "Girl, you are partial. Dad has a gift, where is mom?"
“Yes, yes.”
Qianxi took out a sachet from her schoolbag and handed it to Song Hongyan:
"This is the bag of peace that my grandma and I went to Jinmingsi to ask for!"
"This is from the pocket money I saved."
Xixi had a smile on her face: "The monk said that you can wear it so you can have a safe and sleep well."
Song Hongyan looked moved and touched Qianxi's head: "Girl, I'm sorry, okay, mom will wear it in the future."
She took the sachet and put it in her arms.
Xixi then gave gifts to several familiar Song bodyguards.
Although the gift is not expensive, the people around Song Hongyan laughed.
"Hey, who is this sister?"
At this time, Xixi saw the heroic and cool Nangong Youyou: "It's so cool."
Ye Fan was very direct: "She, a foodie."
Nangong Youyou raised her face and was about to refute Ye Fan with righteous words, but heard Qianqian feel surprised:
"Foodie? Don't you like eating?"
She immediately grabbed a lot of jerky meat and pastries and snacks from her schoolbag.
Qianxi ran to Nangong Youyou and shouted, "Sister, this is a gift for you."
"Ahem...I'm a..."
Nangong Youyou really wanted to say that she was a bodyguard and was carrying out a task of protecting Ye Fan and didn't want to talk to the little brat.
Just when she saw the sincere jerky and pastries, her stomach rumbling.
In the end, she nodded with no backbone:
"I'm indeed a foodie."
With a whoosh, she hugged all the snacks given to Xixi.
She even held her mouth and tore a bag of jerky to taste it.
Extremely fast.
Three-digit jerky is gone in a blink of an eye:
"Sister Xixi isn't it? My name is Nangong Youyou."
Nangong Youyou waved his little hand: "I am a brave and invincible bodyguard who hammers without blinking."
"bodyguard?"
Xixi looked at her eating in surprise, and then gave her schoolbag directly to Nangong Youyou:
"Don't be anxious, Sister Youyou, don't eat so quickly, there are snacks here."
"I give it to you, and I'll give it to you, so you can eat it slowly."
She looked at Nangong Youyou very happily: "I'll finish eating in the future, I'll find me, I have a lot of snacks."
"Thanks!"
Nangong Youyou was not polite either. She threw the snacks into her schoolbag and carried them on her own.
"Sister Xixi, from now on, you, Nangong Youyou will be covered."
"Who dares to bully you, tell me, I'll hammer him."
Nangong Youyou made a promise while eating.
I ate a few bags of pastries and drank a bottle of Wangzai milk.
"Youyou, you just finished breakfast not long ago. Don't eat so much, be careful to hold on."
Song Hongyan looked at Nangong Youyou and was a little worried: "Go back and eat slowly."
"It's okay, I'll fight later and it will be consumed soon."
Nangong Youyou bit another piece of jerky in her mouth, then returned to the car and took out a small hammer.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Ye Fan frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
Almost as soon as Ye Fan's headphones moved slightly, and Chen Hongxiu's voice came:
"Mr. Ye, at three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock, a group of unknown people took a siege to approach you."
“There are cleaners, the passengers, and the staff.”
"I've locked them up, do you want to shoot them immediately?"
Chen Hongxiu asked Ye Fan for instructions.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked.
Sure enough, eight people with different expressions walked quickly in three directions.
Their clothing has different routes and no overlap, and their travel speeds are even more uneven, but their eyes are consistent.
That is Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked over and these people also caught Ye Fan's gaze.
But no one stopped, but continued to approach slowly, completely looking like a passerby passing by with soy sauce.
"Hongyan, take Xixi..."
Ye Fan had just turned his head to Song Hongyan, but saw Nangong Youyou suddenly holding the hammer and rushing out.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Nangong Youyou flashed away, rushing past the eight people surrounded like a phantom.
A crackling sound came.
The eight people stopped moving in an instant, and then fell to the ground with a plop.
All their toes were trampled by Nangong Youyou.
The piercing pain not only made them look painful, but also made them howl like a pig killer:
"ah--"
The eight people couldn't even take out the weapons in their arms, and they just held their bloody feet and howled.
When the Song bodyguard whistled and protected Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, Nangong Youyou flashed by again.
She once again shook past the eight murderers.
The hammer in his hand hit him all the way.
The howling stopped quickly, and the eight people widened their eyes and fell to the ground.
Everyone's celestial cover was smashed.
They fell to the ground and fell weapons from their arms.
There are sound silencer pistols, poisonous crossbow arrows, and electromagnetic darts, which seem to be premeditated attacks.
"asshole!"
Eight people fell to the ground, and not far away, a fashionable woman wearing earplugs shouted angrily, and raised her left hand and flashed a short gun.
She was about to pour bullets on Ye Fan and the others.
Nangong Youyou's eyes suddenly burst into a sensational light, and then the distance of more than ten meters did not seem to exist.
She flashed to the earbud woman instantly.
"Bang--"
With one blow, the head blossomed.
The woman with earplugs fell to the ground with a plop.
Die with your eyes open.
That's not all. When the woman with earplugs fell to the ground, Nangong Youyou bounced her body again and went straight to the second floor like a monkey.
Among the crowd of panic and screaming, she pulled out a man wearing a mask.
The man with a mask face changed drastically and a dagger flashed and stabbed him.
"Bang!"
Nangong Youyou threw him out with his backhand.
The man with a mask slammed on the floor with a loud bang.
Skeleton pain throughout the body.
But before he could get up, Nangong Youyou fell from the sky again and stepped on his back with a bang.
The spine shattered with a crack, and then a hammer fell.
The man with mask tilted his head and lost his life.
A cell phone fell out.
"Finish the work, finish the work!"
Nangong Youyou ran back to Ye Fan with her schoolbag like a whirlwind.
After she threw the picked up mobile phone to Ye Fan:
"One enemy and one bun, I owe me ten buns."
Then she yelled with a hammer, "Who else? Who else? Ten more buns, no, ten enemies."
Ten buns are not full.
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan looked at the little girl in shock...
Xixi looked even more admiring.
Similarly, on the fifth floor of the airport, a long-haired man looked at the scene and narrowed his eyes.
Then, he took out a notebook and turned out a page with Ye Fan's information written on it.