Yuncheng was stunned at once, and at this moment the plane had started slowly and flew into the sky without any hesitation. The four ghost mastiffs suddenly became excited, screamed intimately, and rushed directly to the back seat, arching their heads around the person making the sound.

Yuncheng looked at the figure in the back seat, his big sunglasses covered half of his face, but the temperament he exuded was still as cold as ever.

"What's wrong? Don't know me anymore?" Feng Qingsu took off her sunglasses, touched Yuncheng's head, and looked at his shocked expression and found it funny.

"Auntie, you... are you..." Yun Cheng was indeed stunned. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his face changed, "Auntie, don't you want to take action first and then report, right?"

"Bah." Feng Qingsu spat, rolled her eyes and gave it to Yuncheng, "It's not rough, but it's almost the same. I really don't want to stay anymore, and I look tired."

"Then grandpa and grandma..." Yuncheng hesitated for a moment. The matter was so big. The matter of my aunt following her back to China privately seems to be no big deal on the surface. But my grandfather and grandma have so much grudge against the old man. Even if the matter has eased over the past few times, there is no reason to go back to visit her relatives until now. Could there be anything else to say here?

No, Yuncheng blinked his eyes and suddenly looked at Feng Qingsu helplessly: "Auntie, you are going to take me out and push the tank again. I did nothing, and I am going to be shot again."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Feng Qingsu stood up with a funny look and sat next to Yuncheng. "I'm just tired of your grandparents asking me to go on a blind date, so I used four little things to hide from Qingjing."

Yuncheng was speechless, okay, aunt, you are quiet, I'm done. Isn't this clearly making my grandparents think that they were colluding with my aunt, and using the ghost mastiff as an excuse, this excuse is a bit too bad.

"Don't worry, it's okay, I've arranged everything." Feng Qingsu and Yun smiled lightly, took the two cups of hot water handed over by the flight attendant, "It seems that Mori has a good relationship with you, and I didn't expect to borrow a private jet for you."

Yuncheng raised his eyebrows: "This can only be considered mutual benefit. I understand his meaning in detail, and I don't reject his idea. Sometimes friendship is in friendship. If you don't get entangled with each other's interests outside of friendship, many things are irrelevant."

Feng Qingsu turned his head strangely to look at Yuncheng, his eyes full of distress and admiration. He had known before that his nephew was extraordinary. Although it was not nice to describe it as a monster, it was quite appropriate. But the more he felt that he had already understood the little guy, but this little guy often made him unable to look directly at him for a few words. How did his sister teach Xiaocheng, why is the young cunning so scary, and he is so accurate in distinguishing various relationships. I am afraid that he didn't even think of this level if he didn't hear the little guy say this.

At the same time, in the airport parking lot in Los Angeles, Yuncheng's grandfather Feng Shuhong looked at the plane that had disappeared from the sky and opened the box that Yuncheng gave him. A small but classical inkstone was reflected in his eyes, and he looked at Dongfang Xinmei beside him with a smile on his face.

"Old lady, look at this ancient inkstone, a good thing. When will this small town be prepared?"

"If you have your share, just have fun." Dongfang Xinmei smiled and opened her wooden box. A square brocade handkerchief was wrapped in a pair of jade bracelets. Dongfang Xinmei happily picked it up and put it in her hands. "Xiaocheng's mind is too delicate, and I don't know where I like jade bracelets."

"Hehe, yes, this little guy prepared these things quietly. It was really unexpected. It's just that much like that person."

Dongfang Xinmei's eyes were full of light: "Old man, according to you, how long will it take for us to go back? Qingru and Qingwei have left for so many years..."

"It's probably coming soon." Feng Shuhong smiled and turned to look at Old Nie and Lucy. "Look at you two, it seems that the gifts Xiaocheng gave you are very satisfied with you."

"Yes, Master, the young master gave me a box of tea. This tea is a treasure of Master Mukong. I exclaimed in the car last time, and the young master actually..." As Mr. Nie said, he suddenly became a little sad, "Master and Madam laughed, and the old man is a little more affectionate."

"Haha, it's a good thing for people to be old and affectionate." Feng Shuhong and Dongfang Xinmei looked at each other, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Master, Madam." Although Lucy smiled, she was still shocked and looked at the things on her hands, "Is this given by the young master? Now, I can't find this thing in Country M."

"Yes, I can't find it." Feng Shuhong laughed, "This little guy is very sensible and deliberately gave it to me when he left, as if he was afraid that I would be embarrassed."

"Who made you, an old guy, disrespectful to you, made things difficult for your grandson on the first day. Now you can see that Xiaocheng has prepared for us early in the morning. I guess the girl Qingwei must not know about this." Dongfang Xinmei snorted dissatisfied and got into the car.

Feng Shuhong shook his head, looked up at the direction where the plane had disappeared, and chuckled, "Old Man Yun, you are really lucky, but it's a pity that the dragon in the small city doesn't want to come out at all, and is still dormant. Otherwise, even I wouldn't know if I could grasp this big dragon."

Just as Feng Shuhong was about to enter the car, Lucy, who turned around and drove, hurried over again, looking anxious.

"Master, Madam, Miss Third...Miss Third..."

"What's wrong with the third girl?" Dongfang Xinmei was puzzled for a moment, took the thing handed over from Lucy, took out the reading glasses and flipped it over, and suddenly she trembled.

"Old... Old man, did you tell the third girl about that?"

Feng Shuhong frowned in confusion and took the document in Dongfang Xinmei's hand: "What's the matter so nervous? You..." Feng Shuhong's voice suddenly broke, and he looked at Dongfang Xinmei in surprise, "When did this girl do this? Don't you know?"

"The girl is with Xiaocheng all day long, and it is easy to get this report. When she is old, she forgets everything." Dongfang Xinmei suddenly felt very sad.
Chapter completed!