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Chapter 122 Red Skirt Demon Girl

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Wang Yan's bicycle was parked on the side of the road, his eyes were a little dull. ⊙The legends Wang Yan heard about Lord Yan Zun are all very noble existences.

Even Lei Hong's expressionless second-hand man showed a look of admiration on his face when he mentioned Lord Yan Zun. He even said that someone named Xiao Yan Zun, he was in a depressed mood and overdone drinking.

But Wang Yan couldn't connect the legendary sacred and tall Master Yan Zun with Uncle Pao.

The white vest with two holes, the big red shorts, the very despicable and sincere eyes, and even the bearded and slack expression pretending to be melancholy and deep.

Wang Yan still can't forget it. Uncle Pao and he put their shoulders on his back to teach his experience of picking up girls, and talked about the scenes of the highest level of picking up girls.

But he actually left behind countless brilliant legends and was famous for his super powers on Earth! Such a tall figure, even if he retires, should live in seclusion in the mountains with a vast fairy spirit or the vast siege?

But he actually opened a convenience store at the entrance of the vegetable market, and he hooked up with girls and wives from all walks of life to enjoy it. This made Wang Yan's noble image about Lord Yan Zun collapse suddenly.

"Wang Yan, are you okay?" The Saint of Light on the back seat of the bicycle said with a little worried look, "If I make you angry because of my words, I can apologize."

"No, no, I just remembered something." Wang Yan tilted his bicycle, stepped on the ground and supported it, wiped his cold sweat and said, "Let's keep going."

Forget it. Now is not the time to think about that matter. It is more important to send the Saint to the airport. I shook my head. Let’s not think about the terrible thing that Yan Zun is Uncle Pao for the time being.

At this moment!

"Squeak~" The little ferret lay in the car basket and pointed to a car diagonally in front of him.

Wang Yan squinted his eyes and looked at it. Wasn't it the car that was pretending to be cowardly in front of him at first, then quickly passed by, and waved goodbye?

Haha, didn’t you run very fast just now?

Wang Yan stepped on his feet, and the two-eight-large bars carried a diaper and a girl. He rushed forward a few times. He got back and forth and got to the car and knocked on the window.

"I..." The guy was humming a song. When he saw Wang Yan, he was so scared that his eyes were glaring out, and he rolled down the window and said, "No, right? Brother! You are the one who drives a Bentley, and you also have a 28-bar in the car?"

"Just block it slowly." Wang Yan laughed loudly, stepped on his feet and rushed forward, quickly leaving the driver with a chic back.

For a moment, I was in a good mood and came back to my senses from the shock just now.

"Cheer, chirp~" The little ferret poked out of the car basket. He erected a middle claw at him from a distance and mocked him fiercely.

"Hi~" The Saint of Light obviously had never taken such a tall and high-end vehicle in her life. The interesting feeling made her legs ripple.

The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead, his expression a little dull: "Now, rich people are really good at playing. They ride the 28-bar and carry foreign girls. There is also a white squirrel with a middle finger in the car basket? Oh my God, what kind of world is this?"

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Only a quarter of an hour later.

"Squeak~"

Under the arrangement of the logistics team of the State-owned African Bureau, Wang Yan rode his bicycle directly into the airport, and stopped by brakes and shook his tail.

"Crazy!"

A large group of bodyguards in black suits rushed forward and surrounded the Saint of Light.

They were all from famous knights of the apology. All those who were selected for the Saint Guard were elites, and even looked very handsome.

But at this time, they all stared at Wang Yan with hostility, as if they regarded Wang Yan as a bad boy who seduced the saint girl to stay at night.

Wang Yan, surrounded by strong murderous intent, believed that if he had not been influenced by internationally, or if he had not dared to be too presumptuous in his territory, these people from the Saint Guard would definitely jump out first and throw white gloves at him one after another to demand a duel.

Wang Yan ignored the sharp eyes of this wave of people, and his heart was a little innocent. It was obviously the saint who stayed at my house last night.

It made me sleep in the Taishi Chair for half a night last night.

As for the Saint of Light, her expression became serious as soon as she arrived in public. Although she was still fashionable in dress, her excellent demeanor and quality were shown in every word and action.

As the blonde hair fluttered, a hint of sacred and pure meaning seemed to be shrouded in between his eyebrows.

She said goodbye to the people who came to see him off in a quiet manner.

What surprised Wang Yan slightly was that the one who stood at the front of our farewell team was not Feng Yuande, the director of our State Bureau of Non-China Affairs Bureau.

It was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a straight gray suit and gentle temperament.

Even our Mr. Feng was just standing beside him.

After a formulaic farewell, the Saint of Light waved at Wang Yan from afar, and boarded her special plane surrounded by the guards.

Wang Yan was so envious of the plane that he saw Wang Yan. He heard the staff at the airport next to him whispering that this was a Gulfstream g650, with a cruise speed of nearly Mach 1 and a maximum range of up to 13,000 kilometers.

The starting price of this plane costs US$60 million, plus the private custom decoration costs, which can cost US$70 to 80 million. It is truly worthy of being the Saint of Light, and this travel equipment is really high-end.

Gulfstream g650 first slowly glided onto the runway, and soon submerged into the blue sky with the roar of the engine.

Wang Yan was so envious of the little ferret. He originally thought he had some money, but now it seems that he is really money.

"Xiao Wang, come here."

Just when Wang Yan was secretly envious, Mr. Feng's voice sounded not far away.

Of course, he cannot be neglected when his own leader summoned him. Wang Yan hugged the little ferret and ran over happily, saying, "Director Feng, are you asking me for trouble?"

"Come on, Xiao Wang, let me introduce you. This is Secretary Sun of our Huahai Municipal Party Committee." Feng Yuande introduced with a smile, "Secretary Sun, this is Wang Yan that I mentioned to you."

Secretary Sun? Wang Yan was slightly surprised. It turned out to be a parent official in Huahai City. Because he is a municipality directly under the central government, Huahai City has a very high administrative level. As a secretary, he is indeed half a step higher than Director Feng.

However, the two are not in the same system, and the State Council is directly under the jurisdiction of the State Council.

"Hello, Xiao Wang, hello." Secretary Sun shook hands with Wang Yan kindly, "I heard Mr. Feng talk about your deeds. It turns out that he is young and promising, and has a bright future. Work hard and make more contributions to the country and the people."

His hands were clearly strong, showing his good physical condition of exercise regularly. In his gentle tone, there was another convincing power.

He is worthy of being the top leader of the municipality with the most economic development in China. He is of first-class temperament and demeanor.

"Hello, Secretary Sun." Wang Yan said politely, "Don't worry, I will work hard when I have the responsibility."

After seeing all kinds of big shots, Wang Yan was no longer shocked and was excited at any time.

"Okay, okay." Secretary Sun smiled and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder and said, "When you have time, come to my house as a guest. My little granddaughter has been confused in the lake's male god these two days."

Wang Yan was sweating slightly. This was a big deal. Even Secretary Sun knew about the male god of Danghu. But he said it must be.

Secretary Sun was a busy man. After a few greetings, he hurriedly left in the car. However, before leaving, he gave Wang Yan his private phone number, saying that he could answer his phone number at any time.

Judging from all the signs, Secretary Sun still had a deep impression of Wang Yan and was not perfunctory.

After waiting for someone to leave.

"Xiao Wang, I'll report to the unit later. The task needs to be settled." Feng Yuande also smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Your Saint said you were a good hospitality. Next time you are invited to the Holy Land. But you are a young man who is good at playing. He actually rode a bicycle to the airport. It's the only one in the world. If you haven't seen those Saint Guards, you're about to eat you."

"I can't do anything about traffic jams on the road." Wang Yan was a little unjust and pretended to be a little aggrieved.

"Forget it, I don't understand what you young people think. After this task is completed, you can rest at home for a few days." After that, Feng Yuande left with his hands behind his back and shook it.

What do you mean by young people? What do I not do with the Saint of Light?

Wang Yan was speechless!

After almost the dispersion, Wang Yan rode his bicycle out of the airport. There was nothing big about it anyway. Without any haste, he took the little ferrets and rode back slowly.

Not to mention, the quality of this bicycle is great. No matter how hard it is, it will not squeak or squeak.

Before more than ten minutes, I saw a taxi parked by the shoulder of the road ahead. It seemed that the car was broken, and the driver was sweating profusely looking at the things in the hood.

There was also a woman in a red skirt standing next to the car. She was waving her hand to stop some passing taxis. But this road was a one-way road from the airport, and the taxis were full of guests.

"Master, can you take me to the intersection where I can get a taxi recently?" The woman in the red dress lit up when she saw Wang Yan's bicycle, as if she had caught a life-saving straw.

"Squeak~"

Wang Yan braked suddenly and held the car on the ground. He looked at the woman with a slim figure, slender waist and hips, slender legs and pair of red diamond-clad high heels. His long black hair was scattered with wavy curls, and he was comfortable on his shoulders.

The sunglasses were placed on the forehead, the skin was fair and tender, and all the facial features were of superior beauty.

Even those popular female stars can compete with her. Moreover, there is a faint fragrance on her body, with a clear and clean base tone, unlike the perfume smell. It makes people feel a lot more pleasant without realizing it.
Chapter completed!
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