Chen Qingyang and Nangong Liang made the school love and hate them. They are naughty students and stubborn people in the eyes of teachers, but at the same time, their academic performance is outrageous. As long as they take the exam, no one can shake the first and second place.

"By the way, I heard Shanzi say that the captain of the Dragon God Special Forces seemed to be interested in recruiting him. That is the most powerful special forces in China. Our brothers are really amazing." Nangong Liang said happily from the bottom of his heart.

"Dragon God Special Forces? That's really amazing." Chen Qingyang smiled faintly, but Nangong Liang did not notice a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"What about you? I never thought that your family would let you, the prince, stay here peacefully. Others don't know, but the four of us all know how perverted your family is!" Chen Qingyang continued.

Nangong Liang slowly raised his head, looked up at the clear sky at a forty-five degrees, sighed and said, "Because I'm waiting for him!"

"Who are you waiting for?" Chen Qingyang asked curiously.

Nangong Liang glanced at him with a resentful look and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yang, do you still remember the gangster we met on the street when we were twelve years old?"

Chen Qingyang was stunned, then his face suddenly became gloomy and he nodded slightly.

"I have been weak and sick since I was a child. I couldn't cure me even after searching for famous doctors in the world. I even concluded that I would not live to be eighteen years old. I fainted on the street that day. I thought I was going to die. He appeared to save me. He also said that if I lived to be eighteen years old, I would come back here to wait for him, but I am almost twenty-two this year and have not waited for him yet." Nangong Liang sighed.

"You can't believe what the doctor in the martial arts world says. Aren't you living a good life now?" Chen Qingyang said with a lip silence.

"I believe that if he hadn't taught me that luck move, my grave grass might be taller than you now," said Nangong Liang.

Indeed, Nangong Liang now looks no different from a normal person, and no one would have thought that he was once a sick medicine jar.

Chen Qingyang gently patted his shoulder, not knowing how to comfort him.

Time passed quietly, August was approaching its end. The two century-old osmanthus trees in front of the Chen family bloomed earlier than in previous years. The faint fragrance of osmanthus scattered in the air of the Chen family, and the fragrance was pleasant.

Chen Qingyang had breakfast with the old lady as usual, watching his grandson drink a large bowl of corn porridge, eat three big steamed buns, and finally fill a bottle of milk. The smile on the old lady's face is even brighter than the osmanthus flowers in front of the door.

The old lady is actually not old. Two months later, it is her 70th birthday. Because she pays great attention to maintenance, there are not many wrinkles on the old lady's face. She can vaguely see her beautiful face when she was young. Moreover, her hair remains black and shiny. Occasionally, a few white hairs and black hairs appear and are pulled out by the old lady.

After breakfast, Chen Qingyang did not go out for a run as usual, because he was going to register at Fuhai University in Haicheng today.

After a year of returning, the old lady treated Chen Qingyang as a treasure almost every day, holding it in her hand for fear of melting. Now that he is going to go far, he may not be able to go home for a few months, so he is naturally reluctant to leave. He repeatedly told Chen Qingyang to take good care of himself. After chatting for more than half an hour, Chen Qingyang showed enough patience to listen.

Before leaving, Chen Qingyang refused the old lady's gift, simply packed up a few clothes and some daily necessities, and got on the Audi A8 that Chen Bailang bought for the old lady's contemporary scooter in seven figures.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. Chen Bailang invited him for a lot of money. I heard that he used to drive a car for a leader of the country. He was very cold and didn't speak much, and he had a calm atmosphere that had been tempered.

It was a unique calm breath of a soldier, and Chen Qingyang also noticed that the calluses on his hands were very thick, so he was definitely a trainee.

Chen Qingyang didn't know his name, but only knew his surname He. He handed over a cigarette and called Uncle He politely.

Uncle He's cold face rarely smiled. He took Chen Qingyang's cigarette, hung it on his ear, started the car and ran straight to the airport.

When he got off at the airport, Uncle He took the initiative to talk to Chen Qingyang for the first time and asked him to call him next time when he got home. He would drive to the airport to pick up people. Chen Qingyang happily agreed.

Nangong Liang had been waiting at the airport for a long time. Even though he was standing in the crowded crowd, Nangong Liang was still stand out. Chen Qingyang discovered him at a glance.

However, Chen Qingyang soon discovered that there was a beautiful woman standing next to Nangong Liang, about 1.7 meters tall, with a ponytail, an exquisite melon-shaped face, pouting her mouth, and looking around with a little impatient look.

There has never been a shortage of beauties around Nangong Liang, and this has been the case since childhood. However, it is obvious that the temperamental beauty standing beside Nangong Liang is the most beautiful one Chen Qingyang has ever seen.

"Brother Yang." Nangong Liang greeted with a smile. The elegant beauty withdrew her gaze and began to look at the man in front of her who made Nangong Liang call him "Brother Yang".

He has an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and a good figure. He is dressed in a normal manner. Except for occasionally showing his majestic eyes, there is almost no shining point on this man.
Chapter completed!