After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

"Wang Wang Wang."

The door opened, and Wangcai rushed in like a gust of wind and had fun around the bed.

Song Lingxiao then walked in, sat down by the bed as if he were a close eldest brother, and greeted his sister with sincerity and concern.

Li Xiaoyong rubbed his nose in embarrassment, pushed Wangcai away who wanted to go to bed, and ran out of the yard with him.

"This kid has some eyesight, and he doesn't stand here to hinder his eyesight."

When Song Lingxiao thought of her baby sister being snatched away by a big-tailed wolf, she felt resentful in her heart and disliked everyone.

"Brother, there's no need for this."

Song Lingyan thought it was funny: "You are so cold-faced, how embarrassing it is."

"Hey, it's true that women are not allowed to stay in college."

Song Lingxiao became even more depressed: "He hasn't even had a formal title yet, so you protected him first. If we get married in the future, we won't forget to go to Guazhao Island."

"Brother, you think too much."

Song Lingyan's eyes dimmed when she heard about the wedding, and she felt a bit bitter: "It's not even a matter of horoscopes yet, it's worth getting angry."

Song Lingxiao frowned: "You haven't made it clear to him yet?"

"said."

Song Lingyan looked dazed: "But, as you also know, his identity is not easy to disclose, and what will happen in the future is still unknown."

"what are you thinking?"

Song Lingxiao cared about her sister and was really worried about her: "If he really joins an anti-terrorist organization and cannot get married, you won't be stupid and wait for him all your life, right?"

"except him."

Song Lingyan's eyes were firm: "I will never fall in love with anyone again."

"Ugh!"

Song Lingxiao felt depressed and sighed deeply.

~

New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.

It was completely dark, and every household in Qilitang Village lit up red lanterns.

Firecrackers were hung one after another, deafening.

Visitors who come to the countryside to celebrate the New Year are even more excited and set off fireworks like a competition.

Dozens of cannon barrels were placed side by side in the middle of the road. They were lit one after another, roaring into the sky and exploding into colorful fireworks.

Song Lingyan, tightly wrapped in a hat and scarf, quietly slipped out of the yard and hid in the crowd to watch the fireworks.

Li Xiaoyong still claimed to be her bodyguard, standing two meters behind her, protecting her dutifully.

"Wang Wang Wang."

Prosperity comes only from an individual's perspective, and the more people there are, the more exciting it is.

The restaurant is booming, packed with tourists, and there are people everywhere on the edge of the reservoir.

Wangcai was enjoying watching the fireworks and kept shouting at the top of his lungs.

~

"Look, what is that?"

"Drones, lots of drones?"

"There are tens of thousands of them!"

"The drones formed a pattern."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't understand!"

"No culture, that's English!"

"I know, I know, that's the English version, Sister Yan, you are my god!"

"Look, the pattern has changed again."

"What is it this time?"

"Sister Yan, you are invincible!"

"Read it again, it's changed again!"

"Sister Yan, you are the pride of the Chinese shooting community!"

"It's changed again!"

"Sister Yan, we love you!"

~

"Wow, isn't this the slogan of tobacco fans!" "The boss is awesome, and there are people who follow him even when he comes to our mountains and villages."

"Boss, please accept my knee!"

"I am also a smoker, and I have never had the chance to confess my feelings to the boss!"

Thousands of drones are eye-catching and attract everyone’s attention.

Soon someone reacted, and pairs of blazing eyes searched everywhere like radar, leaving the talented girl hiding in the crowd watching the show nowhere to hide.

"Let's go, who is this, so bored that this happened?"

Song Lingyan was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood. Just when she was about to say something, she saw Special Assistant Wu and Yan Ming running towards her with smiles like flowers.

Li Xiaoyong frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, and pulled her to his side.

"Sister Yan, how are you doing? Is it grand enough?"

"Our smoke powder support group has tens of thousands of drones at once. We must compete with the Americans."

"What's wrong with the heir to a wealthy family? We smoke powder and nothing else. Even if there are many people, even one person can drown him with just a mouthful of spit."

Special Assistant Wu and Yan Ming came closer, lest others would not know that it was their contribution, they spat and slobbered wildly, confessing themselves with great enthusiasm.

"Who told you to do this?"

Veins twitched at the corners of Song Lingyan's eyes. She pressed her temples with her hands and gave up the urge to argue with the fool.

"No one ordered us around."

Yan Ming denied with a smile: "This is a support event organized by our smoke fans to cheer for Sister Yan and wish her happy New Year."

"to be frank!"

Song Lingyan didn't believe it, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the threat was obvious.

"Hey, who else besides Mr. Song?"

Yan Ming's heart trembled in shock, he stopped laughing, and explained everything thoroughly in one breath.

"Only Mr. Song has such financial resources and can mobilize so many people at once to transport tens of thousands of drones from the devil's capital."

"Big brother?"

Song Lingyan was really surprised this time: "Why did he let you do this?"

"The chairman said it."

Wu Te helped the fox pretend to be a tiger and boasted vigorously: "Some people must understand that China is our territory and we will not tolerate the dominance of foreign devils."

"Isn't that what eldest brother said?"

Song Lingyan knew very well about Special Assistant Wu's evil nature, and knew that these words were probably adding his own interpretation.

The eldest brother has always been very dignified in front of his subordinates and would never say such nonsense as a foreign devil.

"Cough cough."

Special Assistant Wu could not resist the death gaze of the eldest lady, and was defeated in despair.

"The chairman's original words were..."

Seeing that he was frustrated, Yan Ming was amused and became energetic again: "Sister Yan is the pride of China's shooting community. We must let those foreigners know that we value Sister Yan and no one can try to poach her."

"The pattern displayed by the drone this time is in English, and it is also a public announcement to the world that Sister Yan is a Chinese and plays for the Chinese shooting team. The glory she achieved in the international competition belongs to China. The glory of the motherland is above all else. .”

"Uh."

Song Lingyan was ashamed, her eldest brother's ability to dote on her sister was overwhelming, she was bragging a little too much.

Even if you are fighting with a wealthy heir, there is no need to rise to the level of national honor, right? !

"Hey, Sister Yan, can you sign your name for me?"

It was rare for Yan Ming to come face to face with his idol at close range, and he licked his face mask and got close.

"sign?"

Song Lingyan was stunned for a moment. He had already taken out the signature pen that had been prepared from his pocket, stuffed it into her hand, and stretched out his arm.

Do you want to sign it on your clothes?

Song Lingyan glanced at his pure white down jacket and hesitated for a moment.

"Sign it!"

"sign!"

Yan Ming was eagerly looking forward to it, and Assistant Wu also said: "There is no need to care. His clothes look white, but in fact they haven't been washed for several years, and they smell rancid."

"Screw you!"

Yan Ming's face turned red and he kicked him angrily.

(End of this chapter)