Every world I die young

Although the expression on the boy's face looked a bit unbearable, he seemed to be a kind-hearted and passionate young man. When Second Uncle Yang saw that the boy was dressed in extraordinary clothes, a big stone from the bottom of his heart fell down hard.

"Hey, uncle, what are you doing?"

Deng Zepan leaned on the edge of the window of the security room with one hand, and made a look that he thought he was domineering, with crooked brows and eyes, and a toothless smile.

The security guard said in embarrassment: "Why is Young Master Deng free to come out to play today?"

Deng Zepan wanted to imitate his father's way of laughing but not laughing, but he was not hot enough and only learned a little bit. It seemed that not only did not have the desired effect, but it was a bit funny.

But no matter how embarrassing Deng Zebao was, the security guard didn't dare to laugh blatantly. After all, his father was one of the most important people in this community, so he tried his best to hold back his laughter.

Second Aunt Yang, who was left on the sidelines, not only didn't feel ashamed, but was very grateful to Deng Zebao. Just now, the security guard insisted that she call Yang's father, saying that it was for identity verification, but Second Aunt Yang didn't have a smartphone.

With a shy face, she asked to borrow the security guard's mobile phone. Just as she was about to take out the note with the phone number from her pocket, the security guard refused her request politely.

Second Aunt Yang was very puzzled, asked her to make a call, and didn't give her the operation of the mobile phone. She was about to argue with reason, but the security guard pushed her outside impatiently.

While pushing and talking non-stop to amuse him, liars and other words, Second Aunt Yang's straight mind was a little bit overwhelmed for a while, she never thought that things would develop like this at all.

Between pushing and shoving, it is estimated that the figures of the two of them were seen by the rebellious Deng Zeshi, and then it is the current development.

In the distance, Uncle Yang led Mo Yinglan, who was strongly urged to put down and walk by himself, with a luggage bag in the other hand, and a large suitcase and a travel bag at his feet.

After Deng Zebao dealt with the bully security guards bullying the country people, he turned around coolly and walked towards Mo Yinglan.

Behind him, behind the water dispenser in the security room, there was a faint pungent smell. Aunt Yang turned her head abruptly, and the smell quickly disappeared as if it was alive.

Deng Zepan pursed his lips: "A place as big as a palm, what's there to see, let's go."

Second Aunt Yang turned her head in doubt. She felt a dangerous aura just now, but it was fleeting. She is old and has no talent. She is really not sure whether she really felt something dirty, or The illusion of being targeted.

The security guards are staring at her, and she can't just go in and search around, this is not her hometown, there are only a few families in the small village, almost everyone knows what her Yang family does, even if a child is not sensible, adults will also stop.

Unlike big cities, where there is no human touch at all, she dare not think of looking through other people's things carelessly and without scruple like she did in Yangjia Village back then.

Second Aunt Yang turned around and left restlessly, and Deng Zepan who followed her, who had nothing to do at first glance, also turned his head boredly, wondering if his eyes were dazzled. The hanging painting on the back moved by itself.

Deng Zepan blinked his eyes, turned his head and put the matter behind him, probably because he played games until after three o'clock last night, and his mind was a little dazed, so his eyes were dazzled.