The ancient vermilion door made a creaking sound and slowly opened.

Xiao Feng stood at the door, and what caught his eye was the old locust tree in the yard, which was still lush and lush.

"Since you're back, why not come in?" An old voice came from the open door.

Xiao Feng shook his head, suppressed many thoughts in his heart, and walked quickly towards the main house.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Xiao Feng walked to the door of the house, his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground.

A brief silence, a rather relieved laughter sounded: "You kid, didn't you call me old guy before? Why did you suddenly change your name? Men, Guitian kneels on the ground and kneels on their parents. Apart from that, no one is worthy of your kneeling, get up." When he said the last sentence, his voice was very majestic.

Xiao Feng stood up slowly, breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped into the living room of the main house.

In the middle of the main house, facing the door, there is a central hall table, next to it are two Grand Master chairs. The purple clay tea cups on the central hall table are still steaming.

Xiao Feng's mouth trembled, and the decorations at home were the same as four years ago. His eyes were on the old man sitting on the chair of the Grand Master.

This old man is Mr. Jing, who Xiao Feng kept calling out "Old guy" and raised him.

"Grandpa." Xiao Feng took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and barely smiled.

Mr. Jing slowly stood up, looked at Xiao Feng, and smiled with relief: "Boy, you have indeed matured a lot compared to four years ago. At least, I know to respect me."

When Xiao Feng heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "I used to be a young man who was frivolous and ignorant, haha."

"Afeng, let's sit down, let's have a chat." Old Jing pointed to the chair next to him and laughed: "There is no sofa at home, only chairs, and is it still the habit of sitting?"

At this time, Xiao Feng also returned to normal and smiled cynically, "That's a must. What can't be used to sitting on this butt? It's the emperor's dragon throne, and I'm used to sitting on it."

"Haha, you guy, tell me, what have you done when you haven't been to school for four years?"

Xiao Feng smiled awkwardly: "I became an agent, haha."

"Poker's four major agents, A Spades?" Old Jing's expression seemed to be smiling.

"How do you know!" Xiao Feng asked in surprise.

Mr. Jing suddenly laughed: "Haha, boy, why don't I know about your little things?"

Xiao Feng carefully observed Mr. Jing: "Uh, grandpa, who are you?" From childhood to adulthood, Xiao Feng's feelings towards Mr. Jing were mysterious. He had asked Mr. Jing many times, but he was evaded.

When Mr. Jing heard Xiao Feng's question, the smile on his face gradually closed. His originally unsightly eyes suddenly burst out with brilliance. After a moment of thinking, he slowly stretched out his dry wood-like fingers, dipped them in tea, and drew a character on the table in the middle hall.

With a "crunch", the chair under Xiao Feng's butt screamed. Looking at Xiao Feng again, his face was full of shock and disbelief.

Mr. Jing heard the screams of the chair and felt a little painful: "Afeng, be gentle! The one under your butt is an antique from the Qing Dynasty! Ji Yun's thing!"

When Xiao Feng heard this, he was stunned again and asked, "Who's? Ji Yun? Ji Xiaolan?" After saying that, he jumped up and looked up the chair.

Mr. Jing smiled bitterly and said, "Can you not be surprised? Also, you kid are not allowed to play this chair."

Xiao Feng smiled awkwardly and sat down again: "Grandpa, is this really the chair that Ji Xiaolan has sat on? I'll tell me, I asked what this thing is for, and I almost asked you to go around. What you said just now is true?"

"It's true, absolutely Ji Xiaolan's thing, and it's the one in his study." Old Jing nodded seriously.

Xiao Feng shook his head quickly: "I'm not asking about the chair, it's this." After saying that, he pointed to the undried tea traces on the table.

Mr. Jing nodded and smiled and said, "Well, otherwise, do you think you would have entered here so by chance? I know all about you in the past four years. Even, I know who you have hooked up with."

Xiao Feng was stunned, then raised his middle finger speechlessly: "You disrespectful old guy, I have decided, I'll call you old guy!"

"Haha, I also feel that this title is much more satisfying. Okay, let's not talk about anything else. I'll take off my clothes and let me see." Old Jing looked at Xiao Feng jokingly.

"Ah? Take off your clothes?" Xiao Feng was instantly creepy, "Hey, I said, old guy, are you doing this?"

Old Jing was stunned and then cursed: "Bastard, you're the one who's good." After cursing, he quickly shook his head: "Calm calm, grandma, why can't I hold on to the anger when I see this brat?"

Xiao Feng grinned, stood up, and slowly took off his shirt. His strong upper body was covered with scars. Seeing these scars, he remembered what happened last night and couldn't help but sigh, Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, how can you face Lin Lin in the future!

Jing Lao Rudao's eyes swept over Xiao Feng Zongheng's scars, and finally stayed in one place, asking in a deep voice: "Have you been injured in the UK?"

Xiao Feng smiled bitterly: "Well, what's more serious is that after being injured, I found that my body had problems, and my strength and agility were slowly decreasing."

Old Jing's eyes narrowed and he said in surprise: "The strength and agility are reduced?"

Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, I'm here to find you, just want to ask, is there any solution?"

Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng and asked thoughtfully: "How did you get hurt? Tell me what happened at that time."

Xiao Feng sighed and began to tell the story of his assassination in the UK. When he talked about the joint efforts of the British MI5 and 6th Divisions against him, Mr. Jing frowned.

"What about the others except strength and agility?" After a long time, Mr. Jing raised his head and asked seriously.

This kind of expression is rare in Xiao Feng's impression. "It's gone. What's wrong, old guy, is it incurable?"

Old Jing Ku Chai's hands were trembling slightly under the table, but his face was pretending to be relaxed and shook his head: "It's nothing big, maybe it's because the injury has not been cured yet. I'll take a look in a few days and it should be fine."

"Bang" The door outside opened, and a sound like a yellow oriole came: "Grandpa, I'm back."

When Xiao Feng heard this voice, he didn't even bother to ask anything else. He quickly stood up: "It's Belle who is back." After that, he walked outside.

Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng's back and his face became ugly: "Is God jealous of talent? The yellow-haired Japanese devil, damn it!!"

Xiao Feng stood in front of the door and looked at the girl walking in from a distance, and couldn't help but lit up his eyes.

The delicate facial features, snow-like skin, long black hair, a casual long skirt, fresh and elegant, like a lotus from the West Lake, you can see it from afar and not be played with it.

At this time, Jing Beier also noticed Xiao Feng standing at the door. She was stunned at first, then her heart trembled, and her head suddenly raised her head, her face full of disbelief: "Brother? Is it you?" After the words, the bag in her hand fell to the ground, and her eyes were red.

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "It's me, my brother is back. Haha, my bell is getting more and more beautiful." After saying that, he opened his arms: "Come here, brother hug one."

Jing Beier's tears rolled down and she rushed into Xiao Feng's arms: "Brother..."

The faint fragrance radiated from Jing Beier's body. Xiao Feng sniffed, feeling a little relieved and happy. "Is it okay if Belle doesn't cry? Haha, as long as Belle doesn't cry, then I will take you to buy cotton candy."

In the past, every time Jing Beier cried, Xiao Feng would take her to buy cotton candy, which would be useful. Now when Jing Beier cried, he came up with the old method again.

Jing Beier burst out laughing: "Hmph, brother, I'm not a child, this trick is useless to me."

Xiao Feng also smiled: "Oh, I forgot. I thought Belle was still the little girl who followed behind my butt and asked for marshmallows."

"What are you?" Jing Beier frowned and shouted without hesitation.

"The lights are on the night, and there are so many people coming and going..." The phone rang.

Xiao Feng let go of Jing Beier and pressed the answer button: "Hey, Lin Lin, what's wrong?"

"Brother Feng, I heard you fainted? Is it okay?" Lin Lin's somewhat anxious voice came from the receiver.

Xiao Feng felt warm in his heart: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I won't go back tonight, so you and Wu'er have a meal."

Lin Lin's voice was a little low: "Oh, I understand. By the way, Brother Feng, Sister Han Shuang came here and said she had something to do with you. If you are not here, she would leave, which means she would come to you again."
Chapter completed!