After the plane landed at a military airport in Beijing, the Thirteen Dao of the Sangmen was loaded into a prison van that had been waiting here for a long time, regardless of life or death. A person on the van said a few words to Jiang Feng, and then drove away.

Jiang Feng turned around and smiled and said to Tan Ailing and Hamlet, "Let's go too." After that, he took the siblings and brothers into a red flag sedan.

Perhaps he had some understanding of the silence of the siblings and brothers. Jiang Feng took the lead in breaking the dullness in the car and said: "Originally we were going to live in the guesthouse designated by the Ministry of Public Security, but the people from the Morgan family disagreed. They prepared several luxurious suites for the meritorious personnel who came to Beijing this time, saying that they wanted to express their feelings."

Tan Ailing didn't respond to the Morgan family's behavior because she didn't care at all.

Seeing that Tan Ailing was not disgusted with this, Jiang Feng suddenly felt relieved and was in the mood to joke: "The Morgan family controlled a five-star hotel in Beijing, and those luxurious suites were in that hotel. It is said that the unit price is 2,600 yuan per night. Hey, that is equivalent to my weekly salary!"

Tan Ailing was slightly stunned and asked, "Uncle Jiang, isn't your home in Beijing? Why do you listen to your tone and you are going to stay in a hotel this time?"

Jiang Feng smiled and said with confidence: "Since there are free things, why not enjoy it?"

Tan Ailing felt speechless about this bad uncle who said so openly that he wanted to take advantage of others.

Although Tan Ailing didn't want to speak, Jiang Feng obviously had a good time: "Speaking of this, I can enjoy such treatment this time, thanks to your niece!"

Although Tan Ailing was quite cold to others, she was not an ungrateful person. Seeing Jiang Feng say this, she immediately explained: "This is not my credit alone. If it were not for the joint efforts of all the participating personnel, she would not have caught the Thirteenth Knife of the Sangmen so quickly."

Jiang Feng seemed to appreciate Tan Ailing's behavior of not greed for merit. He laughed and said, "Yes, niece, you are right. Being able to arrest the Thirteen Swords of the Sangmen so quickly is inseparable from the cooperation of all parties. For your brother, your god brother, if it weren't for him, we might have suffered from the suffering of wind and sand in the Taklamakan Desert!"

Seeing that Jiang Feng brought the topic to Little Harley again, Tan Ailing felt helpless. However, she did not show it, but instead responded calmly and calmly: "Yes, thanks to my good brother!"

Jiang Feng seemed to feel a little awkward because of Tan Ailing's words. He rubbed his nose, looked at Hamlet again, and then asked, "Niece, your good brother should not be a native of Mazatag, right?"

Tan Ailing's heart tightened slightly, but her expression remained the same and replied: "Yes, my little Harley used to be a wanderer."

"No wonder!" Jiang Feng said with a sudden look on his face: "I said why can't the people who stayed in Mazatag find any clues? It turns out that he is a wanderer who has neither a household registration nor a temporary residence permit!"

Although he had expected someone to do this, Tan Ailing couldn't help but feel anger when the matter came to an end. She said in a questioning tone: "Uncle Jiang, what do you mean? Do you suspect that I lie, or do you suspect that Little Harley is a spy?"

Tan Ailing has had a unique temperament that can shock people since she was a child. When she was so sank, even her parents and the old boss of the Tan family dared not challenge her directly.

Jiang Feng was naturally affected by this temperament. He hurriedly explained with an awkward expression: "Niece, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean to doubt you or your brother. I just issued an investigation order out of professional habits. You must trust your uncle..."

Tan Ailing looked straight into his eyes. Although there was some anxiety in it, it was more sincere. So Tan Ailing decided to believe his explanation.

After sighing, Tan Ailing said seriously: "Uncle Jiang, Xiao Harley is my relative. I don't want you to use this method to investigate him. If you have anything you want to know, ask me. I basically know everything about him. Even if there are people I don't understand, you can ask him directly..."

Jiang Feng nodded repeatedly with Tan Ailing's words with a face full of teaching, but he muttered in his heart: "Ask you? Come on! Your face is right! My heart panicked. You stand in front of me like my mother standing in front of me! I don't want to find this uncomfortable feeling! Ask that boy? You can't beat a guy who can't do anything with just one stick. It would be strange if he can pay attention to me..."

At this time, the culprit who caused the uncle and nephew to be discord was lying at the car window, looking at the street scene along the way with curiosity. Although he had learned about these things from the memory of the Son of the Son of the Son, he was still extremely excited to see the real thing with his own eyes.

It is coincidental that it was because Hamlet's expression was as if "Liu Laolao entered the Grand View Garden" that Jiang Feng believed in his identity as a wandering child and he had no idea of ​​continuing to investigate.

Seeing that Jiang Feng truly realized his mistake and made a deep review, Tan Ailing no longer paid attention to him and instead explained various novel things to Hamlet.

Jiang Feng didn't dare to say nothing at this time, and only sighed in his heart: "I just said, how could a woman like Xiaofang give birth to a strong daughter? It turns out that her gentleness is hidden behind the strength! But where did her strong gene come from?...Is it a jealous jar?...Impossible! How could a person like such a jealous jar have any strong genes? It seems that this must be a gene mutation..."

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More than an hour later, Hongqi car arrived at the five-star hotel where it was its destination. In the lobby of the hotel, Tan Ailing unexpectedly saw her parents.

"Dad, mom, why are you here?"

Tan Ailing's parents didn't say anything, just stared blankly at her holding Hamlet's hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng ran to the front desk to check in without saying hello. He was afraid that Tan Ailing would tell that he was in it and informed him.

Does he really think that his behavior of trying to cover up can be hidden from the clever Tan Ailing in Bingxue?

Although Tan Ailing guessed the initiator, she didn't plan to settle the score with him. As for the reason, it was naturally because she didn't care at all.

Even in the face of his parents' shriveled gaze, Tan Ailing did not let go of Hamlet's hand, but instead introduced generously: "Dad, mom, this is a fucking brother I recognize - Hamlet. You can call him 'Little Harley'..."

But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Hamlet: "You can ask them to call me 'Hamlet' directly, or they can call me 'Little Ha', 'Little Lei', or something else, just don't call 'Little Harley'. This is your special name, I don't want to hear others calling me that!"

Hamlet's determination immediately made Tan Ailing turn his mouth: "...Dad, mom, you can call him 'Little Lei' in the future!"

After saying that, without waiting for her parents to react, she spoke again: "Little Harley, this is my sister's father - Tan Chu, who is the principal of the Tan Martial Arts School in Cangzhou." Because she knew that Little Harley was more cold to people than herself, Tan Ailing did not stipulate how to let Little Harley call her parents, she wanted him to decide for herself.

Hamlet understood Tan Ailing's feelings very well. He felt warm and comfortable in his heart. With this mentality, and he had long no longer cared about age and title, so he immediately called out with a respectful but not too close attitude: "Hello, Uncle Tan!"

I don’t know if it was stimulated by the words he had just said, but Tan Chu was not friendly to him, so he just snorted coldly and didn’t even say a word.

Tan Ailing was obviously dissatisfied with her father's attitude towards Hamlet, and the atmosphere between the father and daughter was suddenly stiff.

Maybe he has been used to this situation for a long time. Tan’s mother penetrated between the father and daughter and said with a kind smile: “Little Harley, hello. I am your sister’s mother. Can you call me ‘Mom’?”
Chapter completed!