While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 15
The next day, Song He cleaned the house carefully in the morning, ate something, and rushed to the airport.

Because the time has been calculated, when we arrived at the airport, there were still about 10 minutes before the plane landed.

After recognizing the direction and coming to the pick-up gate, I found that many people were already waiting there, and they were also pick-up people.

Suddenly, Song He's heart moved. His eyes fell somewhere in the crowd, and he frowned slightly because he spotted a familiar figure.

"Xiao Song."

Zhang Hongmei also found Song He, and came forward to say hello with a smile.

"What a coincidence, Manager Zhang is also here." Song He guessed her intention of coming with a glance, but he didn't specify, and smiled politely on his face: "Are you picking up the plane too? Are you a client?"

"This time you guessed wrong, it's not a client." Zhang Hongmei said with a smile, "Isn't this your parents coming back? I know that your family doesn't have a car, so it's inconvenient, so I just came to pick up the plane and stop by your house for a ride. ".

Song He thought about it, and understood that Zhang Hongmei planned to start with his parents and let him return to the insurance company to continue working as an assistant.Although the means are not very clever, but this is indeed his only weakness.

"Manager Zhang, even if I go back to the insurance company." Song He paused, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sign even one order?"

"Xiao Song, what are you doing?" Zhang Hongmei's smile froze, and she realized that Song He was not angry with her, but was determined to leave the job, so she panicked.

"Aunt Hongmei, I have helped you for a year. During this year, your position has been promoted from a salesperson to a department manager, and your income has more than doubled. What else do you want?" Song He looked at Zhang Hongmei's face. Eyes, said seriously: "According to the insurance company's commission determination rules, even if you only have one small order every month from now on, your income will be the highest in the company within four years, what more do you want?
"If I were you, instead of clutching at straws, I'd better learn to swim first while I still have the chance."

After finishing speaking, he ignored her and stood outside the pick-up gate to wait.

Seeing that Song He had made up his mind not to go back, Zhang Hongmei opened her mouth in embarrassment, but found that she had no way to argue, sighed feebly, turned and left.

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged woman of medium build appeared at the airport pick-up gate, dressed in a suit that matched her temperament, looking very gentle.

Half a step behind her is a middle-aged man with a dark complexion. Although his figure is a bit fat, he still looks very strong. He is pulling a huge suitcase. His facial features are seven points similar to Song He.

It was Song Hechu who was the only person who gave him warmth when he first came to this world!

His parents in this life!

When the two saw Song He, they both laughed immediately, their eyes full of joy at seeing their son.

Song He hurried forward to meet him, took his father's suitcase, and easily pulled it in his hand.

"Hey, your strength has increased a lot, have you exercised?" Although Song's father is not as observant as his son, he is still in place: "The body has also improved."

"Well, I signed up for a gym recently, and I'm ready to exercise." Song He tilted his head, and pushed the changes in his body to Canglong Club.

"Very good. Boys should train harder." Father Song nodded.

"Just like you?" Song's mother glanced at Song's father, and then looked at Song He with a smile on her face, her eyes were full of doting: "I think He He is fine now, neither fat nor thin, looking for a partner right now suitable."

Song He was sweating profusely: "Mom, I just quit my job, so I don't want to find a partner."

Mother Song smiled and said, "No need to delay, your aunt told me two days ago that she has a student who works in the development zone, and he is quite handsome."

Song He and his father looked at each other, feeling helpless with Song's mother who had turned on the broken thoughts mode, and walked out of the airport while agreeing.

"stop!"

"Catch the thief!"

Two loud shouts sounded, scaring Song He's parents to stop, and Song He had already hidden in front of his parents, looking in the direction of the sound.

I saw two men wearing airport security work uniforms chasing a running thief. The thief was very inconspicuously dressed, but now he became the focus of everyone's attention amidst the shouts of the two security guards!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The thief threw away the stolen wallet with a wave of his hand, and ran wildly, running towards Song He's standing direction by coincidence.

"Ding! Temporary C-level mission: Stealer, do you want to claim it?"

The system voice in his mind remembered at the right moment that Song He directly received it without saying a word. He narrowed his eyes and was about to step forward, but his mother held his arm firmly, for fear that something might happen to her son.

Feeling the strength from his mother's hands, Song He sighed helplessly, and took half a step back, but when the thief ran past him, he stretched out his toes towards the foot that was about to step after the thief landed, light and It was firmly hooked on the ankle, and then it was lifted violently!
The thief who was running wildly felt that his feet couldn't move forward, and suddenly lost his balance. He leaned over and fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed, making a teeth-piercing crash!
"I go!"

"It hurts!"

"Hiss, hahaha!"

The quiet onlookers suddenly shouted, looked at Song He admiringly, and then turned their eyes to the thief who fell to the ground and groaned.

Seeing this, the two security guards rushed forward quickly, subdued the thief firmly, and thanked Song He when they passed by Song He.

"You're welcome." Before Song He could finish his words, he felt a pain in his waist. He quickly whispered, "Mom, Mom! It hurts!"

Mother Song angrily let go of her son's hand, glared at him, and walked out of the airport.

Seeing this, Father Song secretly gave his son a thumbs up, before he caught up: "Honey, go slowly!"

Song He hurriedly dragged the suitcase to catch up with his mother, rubbing his waist with a tangled expression, trying to please and admit his mistake.

In fact, because of his improved attributes, he didn't feel any pain when Mother Song pinched him. However, his appearance made Mother Song's concern for her son prevail.

After the persuasion of the two men, Song's mother quickly calmed down and felt that her son had acted very bravely. This matter would soon become a topic for her to show off to her relatives and friends.

Back home, it was already noon, and Song He had already turned on the air conditioner at home through remote control on his mobile phone, so Song He's parents were surprised by the cool temperature of the room as soon as they entered the door.

"Son, you bought this?!" Mother Song was overjoyed and looked at the stylish cabinet air conditioner in disbelief: "It costs a lot of money, right? Where did you get the money?"

"You, what are you asking so much for?" Song's father was obviously very assured of his son's source of income, and said comfortably, "It's a good thing for my son to know that he loves us, so we can enjoy our happiness with peace of mind."

"Dad, your heart is still so big." Song He didn't tell his parents about the source of the [-] bonus, but the system didn't mention it.

"Oh, Xiao Zhao and his wife are poor people too." Father Song handed a tissue to his wife with red eyes, and asked his son, "How are they doing now?"

Song He had already learned about the situation of Sister Zhao and his wife through Zhao Congjun, and said: "They killed someone, and the sentence is certain. However, the neighbors sympathized with them. Sister Zhao's old customers also wrote a joint letter, hoping that Give them leniency."

"You help the police catch the traffickers, that's the best help." Song's father sighed and said: "Those three traffickers must have abducted many children. If they are caught alive, there is a chance to get them back. "

"Human traffickers should be shot!" Mother Song cursed with red eyes.

Seeing that his mother was in a low mood, Song He took the initiative to take on the responsibility of cooking. After a lot of work, he finally made his mother forget about these things after the meal and began to count the special products for relatives and friends.

After chatting with his parents for a while, Song He left home and came to the Canglong Club again. He found that there were more people here than the last time he came.

Song He became interested when he saw this, and stood aside to watch, but after just a second glance, he found it meaningless.

It's no wonder he was there. The two people in the boxing ring wore full sets of protective gear and looked very professional. However, both their movements and footwork were far from what Feng Zhihui taught them. They looked like two ordinary people fighting.

While shaking his head secretly in his heart, Song He left the ring, only to be greeted by Feng Zhihui: "Are you here so early? There is still half an hour before your class."

"Isn't this coming here early to gain insight?" Song He responded with a smile.

"How can you gain insight without actual combat?"

A voice broke in suddenly, and Song He saw that it was Xiao Ming who was put down by Feng Zhihui yesterday.

Feng Zhihui smiled bitterly in his heart and thought to himself that he shouldn't have talked so much yesterday, but he introduced with a smile on his face: "Song He, this is Fang Ming, a senior member here."

Looking at Fang Ming's eager eyes, Song He couldn't understand his thoughts. It happened that the kick that brought down the thief in the morning made him fond of it. I'm still a novice, no one wants to fight me."

"What's wrong with the novice, who doesn't come from a novice." Fang Ming pretended to be indifferent and said, "I happen to be free, why don't we give it a try? Don't worry, I will hold back my strength."

"Really? That's up to you." Song He smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing this, Feng Zhihui couldn't stop him, so he said, "Let me be the referee."

"Okay, let's start!"

Fang Ming couldn't wait. After all, Feng Zhihui spoke highly of this newcomer, and he even showed signs of surpassing himself in terms of talent!In this case, how could he let it go, otherwise he would not be worthy of the title of the second master of his club!

When the two put on their armor and got into the octagonal iron cage, there were already more than ten people standing outside the cage, looking inside and whispering to each other with great interest.

"Who is Xiao Ming challenging this time?" A man with a mustache asked.

"do not know."

"I haven't seen it before, so it can't be a newcomer."

At this moment, a man in exercise clothes smiled and said, "He's really a newcomer, he only joined the club yesterday."

"No way, Xiao Ming has degenerated to bullying newcomers?" The man with mustache had a look of disbelief.

Everyone knows that Fang Ming is a well-known sparring madman in the club, and there is no one present who has not fought against him. It's a waste of time.

So as long as you lose to him several times in a row, you won't be entangled again.

But looking at Fang Ming's eagerness to try now, could it be that he has completely degenerated from hunger and hunger?

"Who knows, maybe this newcomer has some skills. Huh?" The man in the exercise suit was taken aback: "The newcomer's posture is very standard!"

(End of this chapter)