A woman’s heart, a needle under the sea!

Looking at Xia Bingyao's back as he left, Tang Long turned his head to find Luo Xue, but Luo Xue had already gotten into a black Mercedes-Benz. Before leaving, he did not forget to throw a charming look at Tang Long.

Luo Xue?

Humph, even I dare to be humble, please wait for me.

Tang Long turned his head and looked at the reporters, thinking, weren’t they really here to interview me, a national hero? It’s unscientific. I finally shot out more than a dozen terrorists and even captured the leader of the SK terrorist organization. He definitely made great contributions.

Could it be that those reporters didn't see me?

Yes, it must be like this!

Thinking of this, Tang Long walked to the reporters, walked back and forth, leaving the front for the reporters from time to time.

But what Tang Long vomited blood was that the reporters did not look at him directly, and even drove him away.

A reporter said impatiently: "Hey, boy, don't sway, can you not block our sight?"

Tang Long asked curiously: "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm waiting for someone." The reporter rolled his eyes.

Tang Long put his shirt in his arms, touched his hair and said, "Are you waiting for the hero to return?"

"Start up!"

At this time, the reporter reached out and pushed Tang Long away, rushed towards the exit like a flying one.

Soon, Ye Wenrou came over with Cobra, the leader of the SK terrorist organization.

"Give it, let it go."

"Borrowed, borrowed!"

Ye Wenrou walked in the middle, and the police in front began to drive away the reporter.

"Director Ye, I heard that someone killed more than a dozen terrorists. I wonder who this person is? Can you disclose it?"

"Yes, Director Ye, as a reporter, we should have the right to know."

"We must let those terrorists know that our China is not easy to mess with."

The reporters stepped forward one after another, asking each other.

Ye Wenrou was heroic and said with her hands behind her back: "I'm sorry, I have nothing to say."

Before Ye Wenrou could finish her words, Tie Kexin and others walked out of the entrance.

"Huh? Isn't that a little hero?"

"No, right? That thin monkey? He looks so ordinary."

"You know how to use yarn, it's so low-key."

Soon, passengers who were on the same plane as Tang Long surrounded him.

And those sharp-eyed reporters also surrounded them.

Haha, I just said, I must be here to interview me, the unknown hero?

"Sir, please wait!"

Soon, Tang Long was surrounded by reporters.

Seeing Tang Long's smug look, Tie Kexin's face turned a little unnatural. This bastard just likes to show off, but fortunately no one knows that this princess was defeated by this bastard.

Ke Tie Kexin miscalculated, and she underestimated Tang Long's character.

A female reporter wearing glasses held the microphone and said, "Sir, I heard you have practiced martial arts?"

"Ha, that's it. I practice martial arts at the age of three, write poetry at the age of five, dominate kindergarten at the age of six, step on elementary school students at the age of ten, punching middle school students at the age of fifteen. When I was eighteen, I felt lonely as a master, and decided to give up the college entrance examination and join the army!"

"After retiring from the army, I challenged martial arts masters everywhere, like the four little kings of the Xiaoqing Gang, and slapped them to death with one hand!"

"And that Kongtong Sect master, kicked it away!"

"Qi Sha called me uncle, Jiangcheng's Iron Leg King, his leg was broken, Jiangcheng's Iron Fist King, he had a tie-up!"

"Hey, it's so lonely that the masters are. Even the Mongolian girl was beaten with my punch and vomited blood."

Looking at Tang Long's arrogant expression, Xia Bingyao and Ye Wenrou were speechless. This is too shameless, right? Is it that exaggerated?

It seems that the iron-legged king Hong Tianbei was slashed away by Xia Qingsong with a palm?

As soon as I left the airport hall, Tie Kexin heard the five words "Mongolian Girl". She staggered and almost fell to the ground. She was shameless, so shameless. What does it mean to make me vomit blood with one punch? Are you that awesome?

Especially He Toutuo was so angry that he stomped his feet and said angrily: "Little Princess, this kid is too bullying!"

"The future is long, let this kid show off for a few days!" Tie Kexin turned her head and glared at Tang Long, and then got on a black Rolls-Royce.

Under Tang Long's deception, the female reporters all showed a silly expression.

Even those photographers were conquered by Tang Long's awesome resume!

A female reporter gathered her fists and said affectionately: "Male God, can I know your name?"

Tang Long lit a cigarette, looked up and spit out the smoke rings and said, "I am me, a firework of different colors, the sky is wide, so you must be the strongest bubble!"

After saying that, Tang Long bit the smoke and rushed out of the crowd.

In just one hour, news about Tang Long reached the hot search list.

All kinds of topics revolve around one person, that is Tang Long.

"He is a firework of different colors!"

"He regards money as dirt, and treats beauty as clouds!"

"He was born a martial arts genius, and was hiding in the market. He didn't like fame and fortune, and specialized in martial arts. Countless masters were defeated by him!"

Under the media hype, Tang Long was also popular.

But soon, news about Tang Long was taken down.

There was no way, because Tang Long's behavior had angered the martial arts masters in the Jianghang area, and they all challenged Tang Long.

Of course, it is not ruled out that those so-called martial arts masters want to step on Tang Long's shoulders and get angry.

"Ah, bastard, it's too much!"

"Shameless, Tang Long, my brothers are incompatible with you!"

Brother Hong Tiannan in front of the TV was almost furious. Why did he hear Tang Long's tone? His brothers are like useless?

When I returned to the villa, it was already evening.

After dinner, Tang Long went to play with Tangtang.

Looking at Tang Long’s interview video on the tablet, Tangtang said with admiration: “Dad Tang Long, you are so amazing. You practice martial arts at the age of three, write poetry at the age of five, and dominate the kindergarten at the age of six."

"Ha, keep a low profile."

Tang Long hugged Tangtang and touched his nose and said, "Tangtang, when you go to kindergarten in the future, you must be low-key. Never be like me. Being admired is a very painful thing."

Tangtang tilted her neck and said naively, "But why do I feel that Tang Long's father seems to enjoy this feeling?"

Tang Long smiled dryly and said, "Ha, no, by the way, Tangtang, let me discuss something for you."

Tangtang held the tablet and said, "What's the matter?"

Ahem.

Tang Long coughed dryly and said, "It's such a Tangtang. You are about to go to kindergarten. You must learn to be independent. So, Tang Long's father suggested that you sleep in my bedroom."

Tangtang said curiously: "Where did Tang Long's father sleep in? Are he sleeping on the sofa?"

"How can you do it? Of course I'm going to sleep with your mother." Tang Long licked his lips, shrugged and laughed, Tangtang shivered all over his body.

Five minutes later, Tangtang walked out of Xia Bingyao's bedroom with a quilt in her arms.

Xia Bingyao, who had just finished taking a shower, wiped her hair and said with a smile: "Tangtang, where are you going to hold the quilt?"

Tangtang said with a self-reliant look on her face: "Mom, from today on, I will learn to be independent, so I can't sleep with you."

Xia Bingyao said with a slight joy: "Haha, Tangtang is a good thing."

Tangtang said sensiblely: "Yeah, let Dad Tang Long sleep with you in the future!"

puff.

Xia Bingyao squirted out an old mouthful of blood and subconsciously pushed open the bedroom door.

"Wife, I will be gentler later. I am already familiar with you. Please pick it. I am so scared and embarrassed."
Chapter completed!