The caller was Zhang Xiaomeng. She told Hang Ling that she had met Zhang Xiaoming's sister and Zhang Chong's brother in Hong Kong, and that the two little nephews and nieces of Zhang Yun were also with them. They were all very good, so please tell Hang Ling that she would not worry.

When Hang Ling heard her daughter's voice, she became excited and asked Zhang Xiaomeng how she was there and whether she was wronged?

As a result, she could not hear any comfort words from Zhang Xiaomeng's mouth, but a woman's laughter came from the microphone: "Hello, mother-in-law, Xiaomeng is on my side, how could she suffer any grievances? Don't worry, I like this child very much as soon as I see it, and keeping it will not make her feel dissatisfied..."

"Who? Who are you?" The other party called his mother-in-law as soon as he opened his mouth. Could it be that she is Yang Zhengkun's mother? But even if you are Yang Zhengkun's mother, our Zhang family has not agreed to this marriage yet? Do you think you are too close to me by calling it like this now?

She was really right. When Zhang Xiaomeng called, Yang Zhengkun's mothers were really next to Zhang Xiaomeng. This call was only called by Zhang Xiaomeng after Long Lingyun's approval. The purpose was not to report Zhang Feng's safety, but to Zhang Tao and Hang Ling, the marriage between Zhang Xiaomeng and Yang Zhengkun to Zhang Tao and Hang Ling.

So, after Zhang Xiaomeng finished speaking, the phone was answered by Yang Xueying. When Hang Ling asked who she was, Yang Xueying smiled and said, "My mother, I am Xiaokun's mother, Yang Xueying..."

"Xiaokun's mother, Yang Xueying..." Hang Ling was stunned when she heard the other party report her home. The name of this woman was already famous in Shanghai thirty years ago. At that time, she was one of the two strong women in Shanghai that were well-known for Zhao Xiaoting. It is said that this woman had a net worth of over 100 million yuan thirty years ago. Since Zhao Xiaoting moved the headquarters of Rongguang International Group to Hong Kong, this woman has been in charge of the business world of Shanghai for many years.

Hi, it’s all my fault that I don’t care much about business affairs. In fact, I should have remembered it a long time ago. Speaking of which, wasn’t the predecessor of Xinjing Building Yang Xueying’s New Century Group Company? It turns out that Yang Zhengkun is actually her son, so it’s no wonder that he will work in Xinjing Building.

"Yes, it's me. My mother-in-law, I'll inform you now that I will send a plane to pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Let's go and discuss the marriage between Xiaomeng and Xiaokun..." On the other side of the phone, Yang Xueying looked very happy. As she spoke, bursts of comfortable laughter came from the receiver from time to time.

After putting down the phone, Zhang Tao looked over with concern and asked in a low voice: "Is it Xiaomeng's phone? What did she say?"

"Yes...yes, he said he saw Xiaoming and Zhang Chong and others in Hong Kong. He asked me to tell my second brother and sister-in-law that they were all good, please don't worry..." As he said, Hang Ling looked at Zhang Feng's expression a little worriedly, and said hesitantly: "And...and...Yang Zhengkun's mother also called, and she said that she would arrange a plane to pick us up tomorrow and discuss the marriage between Xiaomeng and her son..."

"What?..." With a bang, the cup in Zhang Feng's hand had already flew out. At first, when he heard about his son, daughter, and grandchildren, he suddenly felt relieved. However, when he heard that the other party was going to send a plane to pick up his younger brother and sister-in-law to discuss his niece's marriage, he couldn't help but be furious and threw the cup in his hand hatefully.

From this point of view, their children were kidnapped by Yang Zhengkun’s family. They even dared to pick up people to discuss what kind of wedding they were doing, which was simply too much.

If you say that if we want them to get married, our family must agree to get married. What’s the point? It’s not that Zhang’s family takes it seriously.

"So, Xiaoming and the others are in Hong Kong too?" Zhang Feng's face turned into a pig's liver. He stood up and walked back and forth in the living room. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at Hang Ling and asked.

"Yes, that's what Xiao Meng said." His hideous look scared Hang Ling and lowered her head and replied in a low voice.

"Hmph, since you have the scope and goal, it's easy to deal with. Don't go to Hong Kong, I will have someone bring Xiao Meng back to you without any harm. Now, you can go down and rest first..." After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he shouted loudly: "Junjun, please invite the two gentlemen Ferdo and Ramos over, I have something to say to them..."

"Second uncle, I think we might as well pass the trick..." The young woman named Junjun smiled, walked closer to Zhang Feng, lowered her voice, and whispered in his ear.

"Okay, you're very good. Haha, you're really worthy of being my elder brother's daughter. Your intelligence can be regarded as the most perfect combination of your father and your mother..." Junjun is actually the daughter of his elder brother Zhang Zhe. Her mother is Yaoyao, the woman who has been following Zhang Zhe. However, Zhang Zhe and Yaoyao have never been officially married. When Junjun was born, Zhang Zhe had been "missed" in the East China for seven or eight months.

Even Zhang Zhe did not expect that after he died, there would be a trace of remnants of the veins. This woman inherited Yaoyao's beauty and Zhang Zhe's femininity, and kept following Zhang Feng to give advice to her second uncle. Zhang Feng's "business" has been so successful in the past decade that it can be said that this woman's contribution is the best.

Now, hearing that his niece had made such a plan to follow the clues and follow the tricks, Zhang Feng couldn't help but exclaim, and he stretched out his hand and slapped the armrest of the sofa, shouting: "That's it, third brother, tomorrow you two will do it according to each other's requirements and go to Hong Kong..."

The next afternoon, around 4:30 pm...

At the entrance of a high-end villa facing the sea to the sun in the Repulse Bay Villa District, Hong Kong, two uniformed security guards were standing together and chatting kindly.

These two people looked like they were fifty or sixty years old when they looked up. They had a slightly dark face, tall figure, and a gray security uniform.

Two luxurious Mercedes-Benz cars drove along the rugged oil road by the sea, and were three or four hundred meters away. The driver pressed the horn twice. After hearing the sound of the horn in the car, one of the darker old security guards pressed the remote control in his hand and the electric door slowly opened.

At this moment, a nice voice from a young woman suddenly came from the headphones he was wearing: "Gate No. 9, I found three cars of unknown origin behind the two welcome cars, heading towards Villa No. 3, and it is still 830 meters away from your location. Please be vigilant and turn on the emergency defense system..."

"Boss, the surveillance center warned that three cars of unknown origin were following the welcome car and were heading towards our villa..." The big black security guard whispered to the old security guard beside him.

Villa No. 3 is at the end of the bay. It was built here in order to consider security measures. 2,000 meters away, there are very eye-catching signs to remind tourists that this is a private area and tourists stop.

Most tourists are very conscious and rarely see signs and even enter them. However, it is not ruled out that some people are more in a strong mood to peek at ****. They obviously have to walk forward even after seeing signs and never give up until they see the scenery.

In the past, this situation has happened a few times. As long as the guard turns on the automatic defense system of the villa according to the prompts of the monitoring center, strengthens the alert, and prevents tourists from entering the villa area. If tourists who are wandering around the road refuse to leave, then someone will naturally come and drive them out.

"Well, Lao Hei, you can do whatever you want. I am your soldier now, haha..." Another elderly security guard smiled, walked out of the door, stood outside the gate, and looked at the cars coming on the road.

In the car in front, Yang Xueying, Zhang Tao and Hang Ling who were picking up at the airport. In the car behind, Ikeda Masao and Yuan Zhengyang who were sitting in Shanghai to welcome the couple onto a private luxury business plane.

Along the way, Zhang Tao and Hang Ling and his wife accepted the meticulous service of Masao Ikeda, Yuan Zhengyang and the flight attendants on board. They were already secretly feeling in their hearts. Looking at the villa in Linhai in front of them, although the two of them were used to seeing the world, they still couldn't sigh from the heart that being a human being at the level of Yang Xueying would not be wasted this life.

On the south side of the road is the blue sea and golden sand beach. On the north side of the road is a connected and relatively high villa area, with white iron fenced courtyard walls and silver-gray gates. You can see the small, blue brick and red roofed building hidden among green trees and flowers. Living in this kind of place can be considered a real enjoyment of life.

The car was getting closer and closer to the door. Yang Xueying looked out from the car window and could already see the figure of the elderly security guard standing outside the door. Suddenly, her eyes couldn't help but stagnate on the old security guard, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she whispered to herself: "What are you doing with this old guy?"

Hang Ling, who was sitting next to her, was looking at the scenery on the road through the car window. When she heard her talking, she couldn't help but turn her head and ask, "What did you say?"

"Oh...no, I didn't say anything. Hehe, I'm about to arrive. Xiao Meng and the others are in the villa, waiting for you to come..." How could Yang Xueying tell her what she really thought? He hurriedly passed by in words.

In fact, Yang Xueying's shock was far inferior to Masao Ikeda and Yuan Zhengyang who were sitting behind him. When the car drove into the gate, the two men also saw the old security guard's appearance. Yuan Zhengyang suddenly "standed" from his seat. Fortunately, the roof of the car blocked his head, otherwise he would have probably jumped out of the car.
Chapter completed!