Chapter 227: Repeat the story of eighteen years ago!

Fake ID!
At this time, Zhang Yang remembered that their ID was fake.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at Azer, and Azer shook his head. Through his escape, his ID was long lost. Zhang Yang Liu Biao had a fake ID, and he didn't even have a fake ID.
"I don't have it." Xuelian saw Zhang Yang's gaze looking at her, and blushed and stepped back quickly: "When I came out, I didn't know that my wallet was at home ..."
"Who says this is fake, obviously it's true, you see, isn't this my picture! Beautiful girl, harmonious ..." Liu Biao still didn't give up.
"Sorry, sir, don't embarrass us."
"I rely, what a broken hotel, I really want to live here today ..." Liu Biao, seeing that the good words were invalid, suddenly changed color, swearing. For Liu Biao, there is no such word as compassion and jade. As long as he is his enemy, the beauty is also killed.
"Sorry, miss, we have lost all of our ID cards. I want to see your lobby manager, thank you!" Zhang Yang pulled Liu Biao away, very politely.
"But ..." The two girls looked at each other a little hesitantly, because at this time, the lobby manager was already resting in the lounge.
"You are Xiao Ai, you don't know me, but I do know you. Is your mother's back pain ill?" Zhang Yang looked at the front desk lady, searching for the information on this face in her head, making him feel Unbelievable, he actually has the complete information of this girl. Many times, Zhang Yang thinks his brain is too magical.
"You you ... you know me ...?" The girl named Xiao Ai opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Yang.
"Of course, I am a friend of President He Changming. President He mentioned you several times." Zhang Yang laughed.
"Oh ... it was Principal Ho's friend, but the Principal ... He had helped my mother heal her waist last time, and I haven't thanked him yet ..." Little Ai's face looked bleak.
"Hey, don't mention this." Zhang Yang pretended to sigh, and he didn't dare to say more. Although there are some faint memories in the memory, they are all personal information. There is no such interspersed relationship, so many words will be lost.
"Mr. Gui surname ... I ... I'll call the manager for you, we have no authority ..."
"Last name, Zhang Yang, thank you."
Zhang Yang nodded gently, the girl felt her eyes dazzling for a while, she had a feeling that this young man must be a big man, and there was a sense of calmness between raising his hands and throwing his feet.
Not only does she have this feeling, but Xuelian is also a face of intoxication. She doesn't understand why this young man is so different, sometimes mediocre, sometimes sharp, but sometimes personable, especially now, the kind The demeanor of the superior made her feel the charm of a real man. Xuelian had a sense of acquaintance ...
In fact, Xuelian's look at Zhang Yang is completely an illusion. Her father Mai Mai Ti is a superior person, and Zhang Yang's occasional sharpness is also a manifestation of a superior person. It is normal for a girl to have a father-in-law complex. Many girls choose their father as the standard when choosing a mate.
The girl made a phone call. Soon, a middle-aged man in a black suit and black tie with a metal sign on his chest came down in a hurry.
"Hello, Xiao Zhang! I'm Manager Fang, and you are the friend of Principal Ho, and I've been far away!" The man, Fang Zhengzheng's cheek, was very enthusiastic. After looking at the four people, he immediately judged Zhang Yang is the core of the four. I have to say that the people who can become the lobby manager are all powerful characters. At least, the eyesight will not be worse.
"Manager Fang, you're welcome ... I'm a bit inconvenient ..." Zhang Yang could not imagine that President He was so face-lifted, and suddenly, he became very interested in President He.
"I know, I know, Xiao Ai, open four rooms and remember my name!" Manager Fang nodded with a clear expression, and immediately said to the front desk.
"Uh-huh, okay, do you charge?"
"No, it's mine."
...
The development of the incident was beyond everyone's expectations. Zhang Yang had an unreal feeling. The enthusiasm of this manager far exceeded his expectations. Obviously, President He is a very important person here, even if he dies. After a long time, someone will still give him face.
"Finally here!"
Watching Zhang Yang disappear into the elevator, Manager Fang breathed a long sigh of relief, an expression of relief.
"Xiao Ai, take a note. Several of them have signed the bill, and all the departments say hello."
"Ok."
...
After going upstairs, the three went into their own rooms to get their own personal hygiene. After entering the room, Zhang Yang lay on the bed, exhaled a long breath, and walked out from the cave until now. Horrified, I haven't slept in such a comfortable bed yet.
First, I took a hot bath in comfort and turned on the heating in the room. It was almost an instinct. The first time, Zhang Yang turned on the computer.
The first is to go to qq, open the mail, and reply to several messages. This is the first time he has been on his qq after being hunted down. Most of qq messages are a few students who found a job and notified him. Zhang Yang responded to each of the work messages.
Xiao Yiran did not leave a message and opened Xiao Yiran's space. Zhang Yang found that during this time, Xiao Yiran did not have any mood records.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a bit lost. Zhang Yang had an unreal feeling about Xiao Yiran. He always believed that Xiao Yiran was not his. Xiao Yiran was a figure he dreamed of and was a perfect goddess. At that time, Zhang Yang needed Xiao Yiran's words to regain his confidence. Unfortunately, this time, Xiao Yiran didn't have any words to record his mood ...
Zhang Yang left a message for the old man, and there was no news of him, but Zhang Yang believed that the two elders should still be on their honeymoon around the world. After all, the two have been separated for more than ten years. They must cherish this rare reunion, at least a few days off Month, not to mention, the task of any mythical age can not be completed by people in one day or two.
"Old man, how are you recently, I miss you so much, Zhang Yang!"
Zhang Yang was about to close the email, and suddenly, he received a reply in his mailbox.
"Who are you publicizing?"
"Dead old man, I don't know anymore!" Zhang Yang couldn't help but hesitated and scolded immediately.
"I'm not the old man, I'm the old man's wife."
"Auntie, what about Uncle Li?" Zhang Yang paused and asked immediately.
"I don't know, we have lost contact, I have been waiting in front of the computer for almost a month ..."
"What happened?" Zhang Yang suddenly had a bad hunch.
"We travel around the world. The final stop is Somalia, but we missed during the operation. I lost contact with the old man. I am going to wait a week. If the old man has not contacted me, I will return to the pirate base. Take a look. "
problem occurs!
problem occurs!
Zhang Yang's hunch became a horrible reality.
Zhang Yang looked at the computer screen in a daze. Obviously, in order to fulfill his own killer's dream, the old man repeated the story of Somalia 18 years ago. This time, the only difference is that the missing person becomes the old man and the waiting person becomes Old man's wife.
No!
Zhang Yang stood up arrogantly, with a strong murderous expression on his face. To the old man, Zhang Yang always held a feeling of loved ones. Although the time with the old man was short, the deep friendship established by the two, this friendship, It ’s hard to describe, like father and son, like brother, like forgetting to have a new year, the old man has changed the publicity very much. Whether he is a man or a killer, Zhang Yang has benefited from the old man. Today, it is likely that Zhang Yang was killed by Huang Quan at the casino.
"Aunt, where are you?"
"I'm in Kenya."
"Auntie, wait for my news. I'm in Yanjing. Come here as soon as I have handled the matter!"
...
The other side was silent for a while, apparently, the old woman was hesitating.
"Auntie, you have to wait for me. Soon, in a week, I will contact you by email." Zhang Yang couldn't help but be anxious.
"Well, I'll wait for you for ten days. Whether you come or not, I will go to Somalia again."
"Okay, that's all." Looking at the old woman's answer, Zhang Yang could almost imagine the old woman's faint and firm expression.
...
"咚咚"
There was a knock at the door.
"Zhang Yang, what happened?" Aze walked into the room, first looking at the room and staring at Zhang Yang's face, and just now, he felt a strong pressure, which came from Zhang Yang's room.
"Yeah!" Zhang Yang hadn't answered yet, and the knocking of the door rang again. Liu Biao was standing around the door with a towel around his head and his head full of foam.
"Zhang Yang, what the are you doing?" Obviously, Liu Biao also felt Zhang Yang's monstrous murderous power.
(To be continued)