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At this point, even though Ai Yige still fell into a cloud of mist, he did not dare to openly resist the lieutenant general who was exactly the same as Ai Changhu Chang in front of him, and he had a gun on his waist. Even if he didn't dare, he would not be willing to kill his son with a gun. These well-trained soldiers inside and outside the house were not vegetarians. According to the anger of this person who was exactly the same as Ai Changhu, it was very normal for these soldiers to clean up Ai Yige's flesh with an order.

"Aren't you able to do it very well on the phone just now? Why is there no sound now? Tell me, what's the Zhao family's daughter so that you won't look down on you?" Ai Changhu had long narrow eyes, and the corners of his eyes were like a hook, which was a pair of phoenix eyes. When he glared, it was a cold light.

Ai Yige secretly complained in his heart, where is this? No matter what his voice and appearance, the person in front of him was no different from Ai Changhu, but the power between his tone and behavior was far from being compared with that of the father who had been discharged from the army and was laid off for the rest of his life. What was wrong? It seemed that this man was really his father. Could it be that he was so confused that his memory was deviated and he actually made his identity as a son-in-law miserable?

There are too many things I don’t understand, and Ai Yige can only treat him silently. No matter what he says, it’s wrong. Besides, the old man came to the military compound to help others sweep the floor, and he must let his qi and blood attack his heart and make him angry.

"I'm going back to the house." Ai Yige had no choice but to think of a flash of people first, turn around and find Peng Lianqing, and carefully find out whether this world is crazy or whether there is something wrong with his memory.

Ai Changhu did not stop him, but just snorted heavily and said angrily: "Things that are not good!"

After going upstairs, Ai Yige secretly complained again. He only remembered the courtyard-style house. How could he know which room he should live in in this villa? He had no choice but to pretend to be bowing his head and pondering. After going upstairs, he walked slowly along the corridor, and glanced at the several rooms on his right from time to time, hoping to find the room that "owned" him.

As if he had a heart-to-heart relationship, Ai Yige pushed open the door of the room on the innermost floor. When he looked in, he knew that the room could only be his own, with toys, Gundam, Astro Boy, Transformers, etc., which was more suitable than Ai Yige's bedroom.

Looking at these toys that I have always liked quite a lot, I once thought about taking them back from the toy model shop one by one, but a set of Transformers alone costs tens of thousands of yuan. Even though Ai Yige earns more than 100,000 yuan a year, he is still a little guilty. Now that he suddenly sees these things appearing in his room "owned", Ai Yige doesn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Logically speaking, he should be proud now. Even though he still doesn't know what role the father downstairs, who obviously changed his identity, plays in the Nanjing Military Region, but he also knows that according to the status of the old man, he should at least become a yamen, or even a son-in-law. However, even if all the benefits of the world were hit on him, Ai Yige would need time to digest it - at least, he had to figure out what he was now, right?

After thinking about it carefully, Ai Yige felt that it would be easier to start with Peng Lianqing. Even if even Peng Lianqing had problems, at least it seems that Peng Lianqing is still his best friend. Even though their identities are different, the two are still best friends who urinate and mud together when they are wearing open-crotch pants. To put it in a sentence, Wang Shuo said: Who are we with whom? We are a kid and steal the sunflower from kindergarten, spitting and playing from the passing body upstairs, and having fun. A beautiful childhood!

After dialing Peng Lianqing's phone number, Peng Lianqing answered it immediately, but his voice was a little sneaky: "Old Ai, are you okay? My Uncle Ai didn't deal with you, right?"

If it weren't for the old man downstairs who was eyeing him and the Audi TTS that Peng Lianqing had driven before, Ai Yige wouldn't think that Peng Lianqing had changed at all. His tone of speaking was no different from the fat boy who often caused trouble ten years ago but always asked Ai Yige to help him with thunder. But no matter from any point of view, this boy has changed, as if everything around him has changed, including living people and dead things, but Ai Yige has not changed.

"It's okay..." Ai Yige took his tone as light as possible to prevent Peng Lianqing from seeing any clues. "What have you been doing recently? Are you going to work?"

"Damn, Lao Ai, are you confused? I've been doing my foreign trade all the time. By the way, you're more familiar with my company than me. What's wrong with you today? Why did you go to Jin Kezhu before? I said you're not obsessed with it and really go to cook rice (the meaning of cooking raw rice)? I remember that the first time you saw that girl, I was distracted, and I insisted that they seemed to know you for several years!"

Sure enough, after hearing what Peng Lianqing said, Ai Yige can at least confirm the information, that is, Jin Kezhu really doesn't know him yet, but why did the memory of living together for more than two years be so profound? Is it because he had a problem or the world had a problem?

With indirect attacks, Ai Yige also got a lot of information about the current situation from Peng Lianqing. His father had become the No. 3 figure of the Nanjing Military Region for some reason. He was probably going to go a little further in a year or two. It would probably be a problem to take over the Nanjing Military Region completely before the commander of the Nanjing Military Region died. Even better, he could go directly to the Central Military Commission.

The mother of his housewife seems to have become the president of a large consortium. She is not very clear about her specific wealth, mainly because it is not convenient to ask too much. Even if Peng Lianqing is confused, Ai Yige always shows that she is unfamiliar with her parents, and it is inevitable that Peng Lianqing will doubt whether Ai Yige is impersonating. In short, Ai Yige's mother is now leading an extremely large consortium. Judging from the tone of that boy, there is no problem with the total assets of this consortium exceeding 10 billion.

Peng Lianqing's identity naturally changed. Although it is still a little stronger than Ai Yige's background, Ai Yige can barely be included in the ranks of the Crown Prince|Party Party, and Peng Lianqing is a veritable *. His father is actually a member of the Politburo, and he acts very high-profile, and is likely to become one of the eight Standing Committee members in the near future. As we all know, once he becomes a member of the Politburo, he is equivalent to being the highest-level leader of China.

God, what's wrong with this world? Could it be that except Ai Yige, the whole world has traveled together?
Chapter completed!