Passing through the crowded terminal hall, the three of them immediately saw the most eye-catching scene in the crowd.
It was a woman wearing a red sleeveless windbreaker, sunglasses, and a swaying ponytail. Her two white arms were exposed, and the loose bell-bottom pants could not cover her long, slender legs.
She stood there as if she were the center of the world, and people around her were involuntarily attracted to her.
But what is more eye-catching is the huge airport pick-up sign behind her, which lists six netizens in a row and is thoughtfully labeled in Chinese, Japanese and English. It can be called a social weapon.
Both Chu and Lu felt that the woman was somewhat familiar, but they couldn't recall it.
Gu Bei recognized it.
It was Mai Shutoku who met Chu Lu and the other two at the bookstore.
The image of Mai Shutoku at this time was completely different from the gentle demeanor she had in the bookstore. Standing there with her pocket in her pocket was a famous craftsman's sword that sharpened iron like clay, full of heroic spirit.
No wonder Chu and Lu couldn't recognize him, and Gu Bei didn't dare to recognize him at first glance.
The sharp knife came over with a clear purpose the second it saw the three people, and the three people seemed to see the bright blade slashing straight down.
Chu Zihang reflexively reached out to touch Cun Yu, but missed it.
Lu Mingfei unexpectedly did not hide behind the two of them, but stepped forward and stood side by side with Chu Zihang, with faint golden Yuan Qi floating in his hand.
Broken love makes people grow, this sentence is true.
Gu Bei stretched out his hand to stop the two of them.
Mai Shutoku's goal had nothing to do with Chu Lu and Chu Lu, and she had no intention of taking action. She just always hated Gu Bei's "old woman" and wanted to give Gu Bei a blow while the little devil was away.
Gu Bei naturally knew what Shutoku Mai was thinking, but he didn't want to let Shutoku Mai do what she wanted, nor did he want to break his face and look embarrassed, so he greeted her with a greasy smile.
When Shutoku Mai came closer, Gu Bei reached out and grabbed Shutoku Mai's right hand, grabbed it and said: "Hold your cock, look at the beauty's height and long legs, she must be the "long legs" in the discussion group Miss? "
The nephrite he obtained was not as delicate, soft, smooth and smooth as Gu Bei imagined. Instead, it had many rough calluses and was quite powerful.
Jiude Mai paused, and the lines she had prepared were interrupted by Gu Bei. It was like a punch punched into cotton, with nowhere to put any force, and all the accumulated momentum was wiped out.
Okay, stop it abruptly.
Giving Gu Bei an annoyed look, Shutoku Mai took out her hand and stretched it out to Chu Lu and the other two: "Sudoku Mai, my nickname is "1.8 meter long legs", you can call me Long Legs or Mai. "
Chu Zihang looked past Jiude Mai and towards Gu Bei.
Gu Bei shrugged and said it didn't matter. Chu Zihang understood and reached out to shake hands with Mai Shutoku: "Murasame, Chu Zihang." "
Lu Mingfei couldn't tell what was going on inside, but he felt that the familiar beauty in front of him was a little bit fierce, but not as fierce as Boss Gu.
Since he is not as fierce as Boss Gu, he should not be able to defeat Boss Gu.
After Lu Mingfei recognized this fact with a simple brain circuit, he also shook hands with Mai Shutoku: ""Xi"... Well, I am "Mingming" from the discussion group, my real name is Lu Mingfei, hello. "
After getting to know each other, Gu Bei looked around and asked, "Long Legs, are we the first to arrive?"
"of course not."
Mai Shutoku took off her sunglasses and hung them on her chest, looking at Gu Bei with eyes closed: "You are the second one, but the first one went directly to the VIP channel and went to the outside of the airport. We probably can't meet until we go out later. "
While the two were talking, a black and red plane slowly landed. This plane, which was obviously not a flight, squeezed away the passenger plane that was about to land and landed on the runway first.
A sweet announcement sounded in the terminal lobby: "Dear passengers, due to force majeure, flight **** will be delayed in landing, which will cause inconvenience to your trip. All the staff sincerely apologize."
Lu Mingfei frowned and looked at the black and red plane, and said in a displeased tone: "What's going on? Is today a big day? Why is there another private plane cutting in the queue? Is it possible that these rich people are being treated at Comic Exhibitions these days? Are people attracted? Or do they want to take advantage of their vacation to experience the earthquake, a specialty of Japan? Can they really do whatever they want if they have money? They are really evil rich people!"
Mai Shutoku looked at him with amusement: "What do you mean, you were also jumped in line?"
Gu Bei shrugged: "You should have seen it just now. It was a dark plane. It was a little smaller than this one, but it was also quite arrogant. It looked like the person sitting on it was a spoiled young man from a rich family. "
"Uh-huh……"
Mai Shutoku nodded matter-of-factly, and then continued: "The spoiled young man from a rich family you mentioned is the big benefactor of our party."
Mai Shutoku is the host, but the one who pays is the rich man in the discussion group, an Italian tycoon.
Gu Bei's expression did not change: "Look at the plane just now, which was painted in black. It is low-key and connotative. It seems that only well-educated nobles would fly on that kind of plane."
Lu Mingfei also nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, this kind of noble attaches great importance to family education. They have done a lot of charity since they were young. They are not the same type as the nouveau riche."
Chu Zihang and Jiude Mai looked at the two of them with dark expressions on their faces.
Chu Zihang was quite used to their personalities, but Mai Shutoku was the one.
She is now a little worried whether the boss's little white rabbit will be spoiled by the husky around her.
There are now four people present, including the young master outside the airport, and there are two people who are not attending the party. Now only Fingel and Old Tang from the United States are not here.
A few people were chatting and laughing while waiting for the plane from the United States.
Thirty minutes later, two private planes took off one after another, and the flight that had just been squeezed away landed on the runway.
Thirty minutes later, a group of passengers came out of the exit, two of them looked particularly eye-catching.
The leader had iron-grey hair and was nearly 1.9 meters tall, a little taller than Gu Bei, the tallest member of the Chu, Lu and Gu trio.
For some unknown reason, he didn't check in his luggage. He was carrying a bunch of things in large and small bags, looking more like a refugee than a tourist.
The shirt was taut on his body, highlighting his muscular lines, making him look like a strong flag football player who could catch a Frisbee, or a basketball player who had been practicing for two and a half years.
The man looked around and saw the four people gathered together, as well as the ridiculously large pick-up sign behind Mai Shutoku. He waved excitedly and even dropped the bag under his arm to the ground.
The Asian man following him sighed, picked up the bag and carried it in his hand with a sullen look on his face. He kicked the man and signaled him to leave quickly.
The man happily passed the customs with the Asian man, came up to the four of them, and threw the things in front of them without politeness: "Good brothers, please help!"
"Fingel, you bastard!" Lu Mingfei complained as he picked up the things. Chu Zihang also silently carried two bags. Mai Shutoku was more direct and hung a large bag directly on the pick-up sign. superior.
Only Gu Bei made no move.
Because now Gu Bei was looking at Old Tang behind Fingel in a daze, repeating one sentence in a turbulent heart: Is there something wrong? How can this be? Doesn't make sense?
How come this dragon blood is higher than Lu Mingfei’s?
