"This is my boyfriend Zhao Mingyang." The little cousin said, holding Zhao Mingyang's arm.

"Your boyfriend?" A boy asked in disbelief. Zhang Zifeng now looks so good-looking, has a good figure, and has good skin. She used to be a little chubby with a chubby face, but now she looks completely different.

, but why has his vision changed? He found such a man? What are you killing? Isn’t it possible to support him in his old age?

"We're not here yet, are we?" said the owner of the A7 car, a young man wearing earrings and dressed in fashionable clothes.

"Not yet, just wait a moment."

"No wait, let's go directly to the resort. Zhang Zifeng, please get in my car. The journey is a bit far. The meeting place is at a resort." said the young man with earrings.

"No, we'll just ride there, and you can just send me your location." said the little cousin.

The young man stopped talking. Zhao Mingyang knew that they would soon set up a WeChat group without the little cousin, complaining that the little cousin had found an old man, that he was very rustic and poor.

What is a passerby? A passerby will know what these people want to do just by blinking their eyes.

"Wait a minute, we all are going together." said the owner of the white BMW, a young man with a crew cut.

A few people didn't ask Zhao Mingyang any more questions. After a while, a white Corolla car and a black Sylphy drove over, and another group of people got out of the car. Zhao Mingyang became the focus again, because his little cousin was so eye-catching.

Many boys couldn't hide their possessive eyes after seeing her.

The last white Kia K2 also drove up. Zhao Mingyang could see that these were all from one circle to another, and not all families were rich. After all, many people may have lived here for their ancestors, and three generations of their descendants lived in the same house.

Here, there are also people whose parents worked hard to buy an apartment here for them to go to school.

A group of people drove away in cars. Zhao Mingyang looked at his little cousin and said, "Did I send you the address? How far is it from here?"

"It was sent, almost forty-five kilometers away," said the little cousin.

"That's really far away. You're wearing too little and you'll freeze easily. Why don't you find a car to take us there?" Zhao Mingyang said.

The little cousin thought so, the distance was indeed too far, but the little cousin didn’t expect that Zhao Mingyang found a moving company’s car just to transport the motorcycle. By the way, Zhao Mingyang went back to the hotel and brought the suitcase with him. It was time to give this

A group of brats put on a show, what kind of pretense is that?
Chapter completed!