The plane roared and landed at Rongcheng Changle Airport.

Yang Xie and his group walked into the parking lot, and when they appeared again, they had already driven out in two cars. Yang Xie drove the Great Wall Defender, followed by a Jaguar, and drove directly towards the mountain city.

This Great Wall Defender has been modified by my mother and is full of power. It only takes 0.5 seconds to accelerate to 100 kilometers. Compared with it, the Bugatti Veyron can only eat dust.

Although such a car is too exaggerated for ordinary people, Yang Xie can easily control it with his reflexes without any risk.

Yang Xie experimented for a while and was very satisfied. If anyone dared to play racing with him this time, he didn't even need to open the application and could directly crush him with his car.

More than two hours later, the group returned to the mountain city. It was obvious that there was no room for them at home. Except for Xu Yunyao returning to her own home, Yang Xie simply asked Zhang Keyi, the four of them, and Liu Dingtao to stay in the hotel. It seemed that he should also be in the mountain city.

Buy some real estate, otherwise it will be really inconvenient in the future.

We can't let them stay in a hotel every time, right?

Just after arranging accommodation, Yang Xie received a call from Song Xiaojiang. This guy couldn't wait any longer and urged Yang Xie to come over and meet him quickly. He had something to discuss with Yang Xie.

Since something happened, Yang Xie couldn't bring those girls with him. After sending a text message to Sister Feiyan, Yang Xie hurried to the place Song Xiaojiang mentioned.

This is a new building built last year, and many residents have already moved in. When Yang Xie arrived, Song Xiaojiang's body looked even fatter, and he didn't know where he had practiced the exercises he taught him.

Why haven't you become a muscular man?

"2104." Song Xiaojiang took Yang Xie into the elevator. Yang Xie pressed the 21st floor button. There was another young lady in the elevator. She looked at Song Xiaojiang and frowned slightly. Finally, she said to Song Xiaojiang:

"Hey, Fatty, what time is it now?"

Song Xiaojiang glanced at her, people are so rude nowadays, since it is a question, why not be sincere? Song Xiaojiang felt unhappy, so he prepared to scare him, and said in a faint voice: "Can you see me?

"

The young lady rolled her eyes angrily: "Nonsense, you are so fat, who can't see it?"

Song Xiaojiang felt like an arrow had been hit in his mouth. What happened to being fat? Fat people have power, okay? How could you, a young lady, insult such a fat man with an honest nature?

Yang Xie was also a little happy. Seeing Song Xiaojiang's angry look, he decided to help Song Xiaojiang vent his anger, so he asked curiously: "Handsome guy, what are you muttering about there alone?"

"What kind of person? I'm talking to that fat guy who came in with you." The young lady said angrily, "What's going on tonight?" Everyone was blabbering. Compared with the usually silent people, they were completely different.

It's different.

Yang Xie shrugged his shoulders and ignored him. The young lady thought about it and suddenly felt something was wrong. She said to Yang Xie, "How many people are in the elevator?"

"Don't you know how to read? There are eight of them." Yang Xie suddenly turned his head, looked at the space next to him, and frowned: "Brother, please stop squeezing, okay? The one who gets pregnant will be yours."

The young lady's face turned pale immediately, and then she stood there without saying a word. When the elevator stopped, she immediately ran out.

As soon as the elevator door closed, the young lady ran wildly for a while and then stopped. Her little face was already pale and pale, and it reflected a horrifying scene under the light.

"That's not right, I'm the ghost, what am I afraid of!"

There was a depressed look on Xiao Zhengtai's face, and then he floated up and swept down the stairs. It was really strange, how could they both see him?

…

When the elevator door closed, Yang Xie and Song Xiaojiang gave each other a slap in the face and cheered. They hadn't seen each other for so long, but they still had a perfect tacit understanding.

He quickly stopped on the 21st floor. Song Xiaojiang opened the door and went in. What he saw was a large apartment of 140 square meters. It had been fully decorated and there was still some smell, but he should be able to move in soon.

"Not bad, Xiao Jiang, gave it to me?" Yang Xie sat down on the sofa. Song Xiaojiang is from the hedonistic faction. He can make the decoration as comfortable as possible. I'm afraid the price of the sofa he is sitting on is no less than ten dollars.

Is it all right?

"With your personality, is it enough to give you an apartment? At least I have to give you a few villas, otherwise the women in your family won't be able to fit in them." Song Xiaojiang glared at Yang Xie angrily, all of them were coaxing.

Why is it that the red flag does not fall down at home and the colorful flags are flying outside? But on his side, when he occasionally catches game, he acts like a thief. Why is the gap between people so big?

"Hey, this is called charm."

Yang Xie proudly spread his hands and leaned on the sofa. This thing is good. He should ask Xiao Jiang to get one for him. He never knows when he will have to fight on the sofa!

With Yang Xie's strength, he actually has fewer and fewer friends. After all, sometimes, a person's identity can make his originally close friends become more and more alienated. When he was in Rongcheng, Liu Chengfeng was one of the examples.

Although he was still nice to her, Yang Xie could feel that the relationship between them was no longer as casual as before.

Fortunately, the people in my dormitory are as rough as ever, so I have some friends who can talk freely, and Song Xiaojiang is also such a person.

Thank God.

After all, humans are social creatures, and it is impossible for one person to stand tall and completely dominate the rest of the group, thus becoming a god.

Yang Xie doesn't want to become a god alone. If he can, he will bring a group of his friends to become gods together. In this way, whether he is playing pranks or opening up territories, he will have a companion, right?

Thinking of this, Yang Xie looked at Song Xiaojiang with an even gentler look, but Song Xiaojiang looked at Yang Xie with disgust on his face and said: "Don't look at me with such affectionate eyes, labor and management are not good at that."

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"Get out!"

Yang Xie scolded with a smile, and then looked at Fatty Song, who looked relieved after being scolded, and spat angrily, "This bitch."

"By the way, why did you call me so urgently?" Yang Xie looked at Song Xiaojiang curiously. It didn't look like it was a big deal. Otherwise, he probably didn't have the time to spare and was distracted.

"Oh, I forgot." Song Xiaojiang slapped his forehead, then jumped up from the sofa, ran to the window like a ball, stared at it for a while, and then waved to Yang Xie, beckoning him to come over.

look.

Yang Xie moved forward curiously. With his excellent eyesight, he could naturally see that the place Song Xiaojiang was pointing to was a house in the opposite building fifty meters away. There was a girl inside on this winter day.

Wearing only a pair of shorts, she walked around the house.

"You're just going to let me see this?" Yang Xie was very surprised. Although Song Xiaojiang always shared good things with him, everyone is considered a successful person now. This is just a thing, let's take a look at it together when we have the opportunity.

That’s great, there’s no need to make a special trip, right?

"No." Song Xiaojiang looked a little annoyed and said, "I just want to ask you if there is any way to cure this girl. It doesn't matter if she doesn't close the curtains every time. I can tolerate walking around with her butt naked.

, but she comes back irregularly every night and makes my sleep irregular. Isn’t this too much?"

Yang Xie looked at Song Xiaojiang who looked confident and confident, his head covered with black lines.

Blame me?
Chapter completed!