Facing the charming and lovely Nicole Zheng Zhiyi subconsciously swallowed. Then he felt that something was wrong with Yang Shubao's eyes when he saw him, so he quickly took a sip of wine and swallowed it to cover up his saliva.

"Yes, the reporters all have sharp eyes, but they don't know enough about our situation. The clothes we wear are all provided by the official, and there is no way to tell the difference in their clothes. So they had to start with their female companions. Have you ever heard a word? The best decoration for men is women."

Uncle Yang suddenly realized that it was like that.

The reception lasted not long, only an hour, and then the leaders and reporters began to leave.

Only then can the two countries stay and continue to eat and drink, and at the same time they can exchange contact information to expand their connections.

A group of Chinese people want the other party’s Twitter, while a group of big black men want the other party’s WeChat. This contrast is also quite interesting.

The official reception lasts until tonight, and then the talent group is fine, and can plan freely and arrange it by themselves.

Yang Shubao asked the staff to book a plane ticket for himself and took Nicole to fly to his hometown.

The temperature in his hometown was lower than that in the capital. After getting off the plane, he wrapped Nicole tightly before letting her out.

Nicole put away her arms and made bird wings flapping, and she laughed and said, "I'm now a male donkey penguin."

Yang Shubao said: "There are no penguins in our reserve yet. How about we get a batch of penguins when we go back and raise them?"

Nicole continued to flutter in front of him: "Isn't there a big penguin in front of you?"

Someone was waiting in line behind to go out. Uncle Yang saw that there was a young man inside clenching his fists and pulled Nicole out quickly.

They kept showing off their food, and probably the single guy could no longer bear it.

The two of them dragged their suitcases out of the airport and saw Yang Zhengnian and Zheng Qihong. The old couple came to pick them up together.

Zheng Qihong brought an extra cloak, and immediately put it on Nicole when she saw her coming out.

Nicole said, "Mom, I've already worn a lot."

Zheng Qihong said softly: "Be good, we need to cool down today. You have to be careful. We can't catch a cold during the New Year."

Yang Zhengnian said to Yang Shubao with a sad face: "Son, I have been married to your mother for so many years, and she has never spoken to me in such a gentle tone."

Uncle Yang comforted him and said, "She has never spoken to me like this. Isn't the reason why she talks to Nicole like this because she has a baby?"

Yang Zhengnian's eyes suddenly widened: "Really?"

"Fake!"

"Really or not?"

"Really and false!"

Yang Zhengnian covered his heart and said angrily: "I'm really angry by you two!"

The car drove out and after leaving the airport, I saw the white snow on both sides of the road.

Nicole held her chin and looked at the snow carefully. She said happily: "A year later, I finally saw the snow again, and it is still so beautiful."

Yang Shubao subconsciously sighed: "Another year has passed? Alas, time is so scary."

Zheng Qihong said leisurely: "Time is like an arrow and urges people to grow old, and the sun and moon are like shuttles to a young man."

When Yang Zhengnian saw his wife, he said without wishing to be outdone: "The dead are like this, and they will never leave day and night."

Zheng Qihong continued: "The situation does not depend on others, so I want to be a shred."

Yang Zhengnian also continued: "The dead are like this, and they will never leave day and night."

Zheng Qihong smiled and said, "Life between heaven and earth, it's just like a flash of time."

Yang Zhengnian still said the same thing: "The dead are like this, and they will never leave day and night."

Zheng Qihong was angry: "Can you change another sentence? Do you know this?"

Yang Zhengnian groaned twice and said again: "Everyone is equal in the face of time."

Zheng Qihong smiled suddenly: "Who is this a poem written by everyone?"

Yang Shubao sighed and said, "With your daughter-in-law, can you two live in peace? I really don't understand, how can you two be together for so many years? No, how can you get married?"

Zheng Qihong looked out the car window, and a leisurely look on her face: "Because your father was handsome when he was young, although he was not very educated, but the young man was energetic, enthusiastic, righteous, and practiced Tongbang Fist, just like a knight."

Hearing his wife's words, Yang Zhengnian straightened up and said, "Your mother was extraordinary when she was young. She was a cultural person who graduated from technical secondary school and was always elegant. You didn't see your mother's appearance when she was a big girl. She was holding a book in her white dress, tsk tsk."

After smacking his lips, he suddenly became dissatisfied: "It's all your fault. Your mother has bad endocrine system after she has you. She has a bad temper. If you can't get angry at the students at school, you can only take surgery on me. And what about me? In order to support you, you can only turn around the stove every day, and you are all blamed!"

Zheng Qihong glanced at her son and said, "If you hadn't found a good daughter-in-law like Nicole for us, sometimes I really hoped I didn't want you at that time."

The couple had a unified caliber and started firing at Lao Yang.

Nicole watched the fun with relish, just pretending to be watching the two people.

When the car returned to the village, someone was killing pigs in their yard. Yang Shubao's cousin Daguang was in command. Last year, someone was killing pigs when he went home, but that time he didn't kill well. The white knife went into the yellow knife and stabbed it into the shit bag.

Seeing that Yang Shubao came back, several people greeted him enthusiastically: "Ha, Xiaobao is back." "My wife was wrapped up so tightly." "Quick into the house, it's cold today."

Dahuang is in the room. It is very good at enjoying it. Its limbs are spread out and lying on the ground, its belly is pressed against the floor, and its front paws are pressing a roasted sheep head, its mouth is chewing, and its tail is also shaking.

Hearing the footsteps, it already knew that the owner was back. This is the secret skill of Chinese pastoral dogs, observing their words and expressions, and distinguishing people from others.

But it didn't rise, it just glanced at them and continued to concentrate on dealing with the sheep's head.

Uncle Yang went over and picked its butt with his toes and said, "Darhuang, who is here? You are a big brand now, and you don't even look at us directly?"

Dahuang gathered his ears at him and wagged his tail hard, but he still didn't get up. He continued to deal with the sheep's head and chewed the sheep's head in the middle, as if he wanted to remove it from a large piece.

Yang Shubao was surprised: "Damn, isn't Dahuang disabled? Is it paraplegic at a high position?"

Zheng Qihong slapped him and scolded, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, don't talk nonsense."

The rhubarb had very strong limbs and a strong mouth. It finally bit the sheep's head open, then picked up half of it and gave it to Uncle Yang and Nicole. After the split, it sat in front of the two of them and kept squinting his nose, which was so satisfying.

Seeing this, Yang Zhengnian laughed: "Oh, it turns out that Lao Huang has been preparing gifts for you."

Uncle Yang smiled and touched Lao Huang's forehead and rubbed his hair: "You are so sensible and considerate?"

Before he could finish his words, Old Huang jumped up and ran out, and then the old man of the Yang family entered the yard with his hands behind his back.
Chapter completed!