After finalizing the cooperation, Crescent Company, which had been injected with fresh blood and strength, was like a huge machine, running rapidly. Bai Churan was busier than before, while Jiang Muyang returned to his leisurely days and practiced at night.
, taking care of the baby during the day makes the life much more comfortable.
The shopkeeper waved his hands away to make him understand.
That morning, while Jiang Muyang was watching cartoons with Mengmeng at Left Bank Xiangquan, he received a call from Feng Guang.
Not long ago, after settling the grudge with Huang Yue and Xu Mengjie with the help of Jiang Muyang, Feng Guang took his father back to his hometown in the countryside to relax, but there was no news from him.
Unexpectedly, I actually called back today.
Jiang Muyang answered the phone and joked: "Guangzi, I was thinking that you had lost contact. You have been back home for so long and there is no news."
"Dayang, I have encountered some trouble here..."
Feng Guang's voice came from the mobile phone, making Jiang Muyang's face suddenly darken.
"What happened?" Jiang Muyang asked in a deep voice.
Feng Guang said: "I don't know how to put it. In short, it is quite outrageous and incredible. Dayang, I know you are a capable person. If you have time, you'd better come here."
"Okay, you can send me the location." Jiang Muyang readily agreed.
"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."
Feng Guang was immediately overjoyed.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Guang sent Jiang Muyang his location.
His hometown is in Zhejiang Province, more than 100 kilometers away from Longcheng. It is a small village called "Fengjia Village".
Jiang Muyang put away his phone, then picked up Mengmeng, put his head against Mengmeng's forehead, and asked softly: "Mengmeng, do you want to go out and play?"
"Forehead?"
Mengmeng's eyes suddenly shone, she clapped her hands and cheered: "Think about it! Daddy, Mengmeng wants to go out to play."
"Haha, let's go out now." Jiang Muyang said with a smile.
Mengmeng blinked her big, clear and beautiful eyes and asked, "Daddy, where should we go to play?"
"Let's go to Uncle Fengguang's hometown."
"Uncle Feng Guang? Oh, I remember, we haven't seen Uncle Feng Guang for a long time."
"Then let's go?"
"Shag!"
"Hahaha, let's go, the cute little princess is leaving."
A few minutes later.
Jiang Muyang drove the Hongqi h9 out of the garage and headed towards Fengjia Village.
On the car.
Mengmeng was sitting on the child safety seat in the back seat, swaying her short legs, holding her mobile phone in both hands, and video chatting with Bai Churan: "Mom, daddy and I are going to play together."
Bai Churan lowered his head, as if he was dealing with documents, and asked casually: "Where are you going to play?"
Mengmeng said in a sweet voice: "We are going to play with Uncle Feng Guang, but daddy said it's a bit far."
"Tell dad to be safe when driving." Bai Churan looked up at the screen and said.
"clear!"
Mengmeng nodded her head heavily, then raised her head to look at Jiang Muyang who was driving in front, and shouted in a clear voice: "Daddy, Mommy, I want you to drive carefully."
"Tell mom, dad will do it, and ask her to rest and not be too tired." Jiang Muyang looked at Mengmeng in the rearview mirror and said with a smile.
Mengmeng once again acted as Daddy's mouthpiece. She leaned close to the phone and said, "Mom, Daddy knows. He asked you to take a rest."
Bai Churan smiled.
In fact, she could hear Jiang Muyang speak, and Jiang Muyang could also hear her.
They deliberately let Mengmeng pass the message. Perhaps it was a special "sentiment" in their current relationship.
Jiang Muyang drove steadily and quickly, and arrived at Fengjia Village in less than an hour and a half.
Fengjia Village is remote and located in the mountains, so transportation is inconvenient. That is to say, after the rise of the feudal Ming Dynasty, money was spent to build roads and improve the traffic conditions in Fengjia Village. Otherwise, Fengjia Village would still be a closed and backward small mountain village.
Fengjia Village now is completely different from a few years ago.
In the minds of the villagers of Fengjia Village, the Fengjia father and son are great good people.
When Jiang Muyang drove close to Fengjia Village, he saw the father and son of Feng Jian Ming and Feng Guang from a distance, standing under the willow tree and waiting.
After seeing Jiang Muyang's car, the father and son looked happy at the same time and waved.
"Squeak!"
Jiang Muyang stopped the car at the entrance of the village, lowered the window and said, "Uncle Feng, Guangzi, what happened?"
Feng Guang opened the car door and got into the passenger seat and said, "Don't worry, it's almost time for dinner. Let's go back to my house for a bite to eat."
Feudal Mingze sat in the back row.
"Okay, show me the way."
Jiang Muyang nodded and then started the car.
…
at the same time.
Marriott Hotel.
A tall, short-haired man wearing casual clothes and sunglasses walked into the hotel lobby leisurely with his hands in his pockets.
He came to the front desk, tapped the counter with his fingers, and said, "Let Chen Qinglong come down and see me."
"Sir, what did you say?" The front desk manager was stunned for a moment, and even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, otherwise how could he hear such outrageous words.
The man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said calmly: "Don't doubt yourself, you heard me right. I said, let Chen Qinglong come down to see me. Oh, by the way, let me remind you, I don't like to repeat myself a third time.
"
Although the man had a bright smile on his face when he spoke, the front desk manager inexplicably felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart and instantly flooding his body.
She even couldn't help but shudder.
But then, a feeling of embarrassment and anger arose.
You know, the Marriott Hotel is the home base of Chen Qinglong, the president of Qinglong Club. To be the front desk manager here, you must have dealt with all kinds of evil spirits, ghosts, snakes and gods in society.
But without exception, these people were very low-key, humble, and behaved with their tail between their legs after arriving at the Marriott Hotel.
There were once people like this guy who did not know whether to live or die. The fate of those people was, without exception, very miserable.
The front desk manager's eyes suddenly turned cold. He picked up the phone and called the security department: "Someone is causing trouble. Bring someone here."
After making the call, the front desk manager put his hands on his hips, looked up and glared at the man, saying: "How dare you come to the Marriott Hotel? I really don't know if you forgot to take your medicine when you went out, or if you took the wrong medicine, you are looking for death!"
"Woman, you are playing with fire." The man's eyes narrowed and he said in a low voice.
"Bah!"
The front desk manager immediately spat, looked at the man with disdain, and said: "In the future, read less Ba Zong novels and read more Ji Zhizhi."
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.
At this moment.
"Tap tap tap tap tap..."
There was a burst of noisy footsteps.
A group of men wearing hotel security uniforms walked quickly.
The leader among them is a burly figure with a sinewy face, short hair close to his scalp, and fierce eyes. This is a dignified "pure prison ceiling". Let's just say, he is the kind of person who can make children cry when he walks on the road.
degree.
His name is Sanggou, he is the confidant of Tian Wangye, one of the Eight Great Vajras of the Qinglong Society, and he is also the security manager of the Marriott Hotel.
"Pull him down to the basement and teach him how to behave."
The mourning dog held a toothpick in his mouth, glanced at the man, and waved his hand directly to give the order.
Seven or eight security guards behind him immediately surrounded the man.
The man's face was gloomy, his head hung slightly, he raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the marble floor.
Suddenly, there was only a "click-click" sound.
There were actually cracks on the marble floor!
"Wait!"
Sangou's eyelids twitched, and he quickly raised his hand to stop his men.
He took a deep look at the cracks on the floor, swallowed hard, clasped his fists towards the man, and said: "Which river crossing dragon are you... on which road?"
The man said nothing, but turned to look at the front desk manager.
The front desk manager is also a good person. When he saw the appearance of the missing dog, he knew that the man must be no ordinary person. He immediately said with a smile: "This gentleman asked Mr. Chen to come down."
Sangou frowned and said in a deep voice: "Friend, I don't know how to call you yet."