The country had long anticipated the anger of the people, otherwise it would not have summoned special personnel such as Yaya to form a team to the Golden Triangle.

Su Tong and Yang Feifei snuggled on the sofa, with the TV on.

Now TV is full of news about the Mekong incident, especially the news channel, with recent progress on the Mekong incidents broadcast from time to time.

Even diplomats came out to promise that they would do their best to capture the murderer who had not been arrested.

The public's emotions were a little soothed, but only some people understood.

No matter how serious a soldier in any country commits, he cannot hand over to other countries for disposal.

Daqin also tried to put pressure on Thailand, but of course the other party refused to hand over it, and the nine people refused to plead guilty.

Then there is nothing we can do. Apart from being transcendent, the most cutting-edge power of those who guard the borders is the kind of people like Yaya, who set out quietly.

"I'm so worried about Sister Yaya." On the sofa, looking at the news, Yang Feifei hugged Su Zhao's arm tightly.

"She should have participated in a lot of this kind of thing. She returns safely every time, it's okay." Su Zhao comforted, but he was also worried.

"How good is peace, why do you need to fight?" Yang Feifei was uneasy. Everyone called for war, but war would kill people. If his relatives went to the battlefield, how many people would call for war?

"So our country did not fight, and we just used a small number of people to help our citizens get justice." Su Tong finally understood that he was passionate in the past, but after Yaya went to the battlefield, he was no longer passionate, but full of worry and anxiety.

There is never a winner in the war. I don’t know how many families are broken, wives and children are separated, and family is destroyed.

"Many netizens must be scolding and calling for war on the Internet." Yang Feifei got up, picked up the phone on the coffee table, browsed the news and microwave, and watched it with Su Tong.

Sure enough, the heroes and the netizens were so passionate that Su Tong and Yang Feifei couldn't help but become passionate.

This is the people's voice and the power of the people.

One person is passionate and a few people are passionate, nothing is wrong, but millions of netizens are furious, and that will have great influence.

The main reason is that the nine soldiers in Thailand were involved and were sheltered, which made netizens unbearable and demanded death.

"Some domestic media are pro-Japanese and pro-US, secretly adding fuel to the fire. What kind of good intentions are you uneasy?" Yang Feifei hummed angrily.

Su Tong was still soft, weak and not passionate, but it did not mean he was not bloody. He suddenly said to Yang Feifei: "Sister Feifei, I want to start a microwave. I'll read it, can you please help me send it?"

"What microwave should I do? You have a good rest." Yang Feifei didn't want Su Tong to care about any messy things, especially work, and she couldn't do it.

"Can you bring my phone? It seems to be in Sister Yaya's room." Su Tong begged.

"We are busy every day, and we rarely have time to sit together and chat and watch TV like this." Yang Feifei pouted and refused to get up.

Su Tong leaned over with her big mouth and chewed on it.

It took more than ten minutes before the two separated. Su Tong had been pressed on the sofa by Yang Feifei, so he had no strength.

This is the longest time that the two have ever been in love.

In the past, he could not help but kissed for a while, either quickly moved his position or quickly carried his gun on his horse.

This time, I have been so long that I have lost all my strength, my body has lost many functions, and I have the heart but lack the strength.

Yang Feifei enjoys this intimacy very much, and seems to be able to kiss forever without going to the next step.

"It feels so good." Yang Feifei lay on Su Tong and didn't want to get up.

"Get up, I'm almost crushed to death by you." Su Tong struggled.

Yang Feifei quickly got up and almost forgot that Su Tong was a wounded person.

"I hate it, it makes me feel very fat." After getting up, seeing Su Zhao laughing, Yang Feifei was shy and ran upstairs and took off Su Zhao's cell phone.

After taking down his cell phone, Su Zhao looked through it and found that some private information, such as Wang Xiaohu's information, were packing his luggage and leaving.

Su Tong's hands holding the phone were trembling a little, and this time he was exhausted again.

"I'll help you type, I'll type whatever you say." Yang Feifei snatched the phone from Su Tong.

So, Su Tongnian and Yang Feifei helped type and reply to some private information.

"Yeah, there is also Xiaoxiao's text message." When processing the text message, Yang Feifei saw the message signed by Xiaoxiao and asked with a smile: "Can I read it?"

"What did you say?" Su Tong didn't go home last night and called in advance. It seemed that the little girl hadn't seen him for a day and a night and started looking for him again.

Yang Feifei thought, "Prince, my elder sister bullied me last night. Her legs were so heavy when I was sleeping that I couldn't breathe. I was so pressed that I woke up. I didn't want to sleep with my elder sister."

After reading, Yang Feifei burst into laughter and the little girl complained.

"There are still a lot of information about Xiaoxiao below. Can I read it?" Yang Feifei found it very interesting.

"Look, it's all about complaining about Xiao Yu." Su Zhao smiled.

Yang Feifei continued to watch.

"Grandpa, my elder sister doesn't give me meat, I always ask me to eat vegetables, I can't eat them."

"Girl, my elder sister said I was ugly and she looked ugly when she smiled. She hadn't changed her teeth."

"Prince, I just don't wash my hands after peeing, and my elder sister scolds me again..."

“…”

Yang Feifei was overjoyed to see it. It was true that almost all the complaints were reported. This little girl was very hard-working to be controlled by Xiaoyu.

"Okay, stop being happy. I want to send a microwave urge to be gone." Su Tong stopped Yang Feifei from continuing to read. Just look at a few, and it was almost the same.

"What microwave should I send?" Yang Feifei said curiously.

"Send a poem to answer the scenery. I am patriotic." Su Tong said.

"Write a lyric?" Yang Feifei suddenly became excited and opened the microwave app: "Come on, come on, read me and type."

If Su Tong doesn't write poetry and lyrics, he will make a splash when he writes it. Not to mention that all audiences like it, at least there is a turmoil in the literary world.

"Have you logged in?" Su Tong asked leaning against the sofa. The microwave on his phone automatically remembers the password, and he automatically logs in as soon as he opens the app.

"Okay." Yang Feifei sat down next to Su Tong, holding her cell phone.

Su Tong immediately recited: "Manjianghong·Angry Hair Crown"."

Yang Feifei was stunned for a moment and soon realized that it was the name of the lyrics and the title of the lyrics.

She had vaguely heard of "Manjianghong" that Daqin has this brand name.

"English and rush to the championship", Yang Feifei immediately thought of these four words, and it was true that the people are now full of justice and passion. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are angry and rush to the championship.
Chapter completed!