Bandit?

  Zhang Jin, who had completely forgotten his sorrows and worries after being teased by Xiao Yaotou, stood up again, took out a bunch of snacks from his luggage in an affected manner, and sat down with Xiao Yaotou on his lap. The big and small pair of people moved their hands together, eating quickly and contentedly.

  "Ah, uncle, this is delicious, try some! Ah, this one is also delicious..." The little girl's mouth was stuffed full, but she didn't forget to feed Zhang Jin her own food as a gesture of affection. Zhang Jin accompanied the little girl, laughing and playing, and thought to himself more than once: "If only this little girl were my daughter!"

  Just as Zhang Jin and Nini were laughing and having a great time together, a voice interrupted their noisy and unrefined commotion: "Nini, how did you end up here? You're really disobedient!"

  The speaker was a woman of about fifty years old, with gray hair and a kind smile that had some intellectual elegance, she was an elegant elderly lady.

  Nini heard the sound, turned around with a small face stained with sauce and oil, similar to a Peking Opera mask. When she saw the person clearly, her little apple face burst into an even happier smile: "Grandma is here! Try it, Uncle Zhang's things are delicious." As she spoke, she handed over the pastry in her hand, which had been bitten into several small crescents by herself.

  The old lady smiled helplessly and apologetically, then said to Zhang Jin: "Hello, my surname is Chen, I'm Nini's grandmother. I'm really sorry, our Nini has disturbed you."

  The old lady's polite demeanor made Zhang Jin feel that he was being somewhat rude by still sitting, so he picked up the little girl from his knee and put her on the chair to sit properly before standing up. He said politely: "Aunt Chen, hello, my surname is Zhang, you can just call me Little Zhang. Don't mention anything about disturbing or not, Niuniu is very cute, I like her a lot!"

  …………

  Because of Nini, the little happy fruit on the road, Zhang Jin's journey was very pleasant. After parting with the grandfather and grandson at the airport, Zhang Jin walked out of the terminal building with a smile.

  Of course, although Zhang Jin and Nini got along well, they didn't leave any contact information after parting ways. In this era, it's not as easy to establish relationships between fleeting acquaintances as it was in the past. Trust is a very difficult thing to come by, even elusive. You have to know that in today's China, swindlers are everywhere. Even if someone isn't a swindler, under the influence of society's environment, they might still take advantage of a naive person without hesitation and play the role of a swindler once. This is called "if you don't cheat, you'll be cheated".

  For those professional scammers who are engaged in 'selling insurance', 'doing multi-level marketing', 'doing telecommunications', 'doing investment and financial management' and 'doing real estate', this world is even more a place where no one can't be cheated. What fellow villagers, friends, relatives, to them, they are all fools...

  It's hard to guard against even those close to you, and being with them is like walking on thin ice. What about friends who are just acquaintances? So, in order to reduce the chances of being cheated, try to make yourself more relaxed, people who have been through the mill in society all know that they should keep their social circle "pure" as much as possible, carefully filtering every person they interact with. Even if you happen to meet someone you hit it off with, you won't easily exchange contact information, this is already an unwritten rule for adult interactions.

  Zhang Jin didn't go to the parking lot to look for his own car after leaving the terminal building, but instead took a taxi to Guankou in Hubei Province. Because a few days ago, he had already received electronic summons from the courts of Shenzhen and Hong Kong, and learned that his car had been seized, towed away and handed over to the traffic police of Shenzhen Municipality.

  Thinking back to the crazy storm that had just passed, Zhang Jin was clear that he would inevitably be fined and penalized, but he didn't care. Those things would blow over in a few days, and it would all be over soon. What's more important now is going home.

  After passing the security check at the lake district entrance, Zhang Jin picked up his backpack from the conveyor belt and slung it over his shoulder. His footsteps became even lighter as he thought of his seaside haven, where he had lived a leisurely and peaceful life, surrounded by his beloved black crystals.

  But before Zhang Jin's footsteps left the customs hall, a shrill angry shout came from behind, "Thief... stop right there!"

  It should be countless pickpocketing incidents that occur nationwide every day appeared here.

  If this had happened three months ago, Zhang Jin would have taken the same 'enthusiastic' spectator approach as millions of his fellow citizens. If the thug was being arrogant, he would sit and watch the victim shout with a hoarse voice, sit and watch the thug escape with swagger; of course, if the thug was finally subdued by the victim, he wouldn't mind 'taking justice into his own hands' and kicking him a couple more times, adding insult to injury.

  If this had happened a week before Zhang Jin went to Malaysia, Zhang Jin might have relied on his own 'attribute' being superior and gone up to show off, once a big hero. In return, the surrounding 'audience' either praised or looked at him with stupid eyes.

  Unfortunately, this happened today when Zhang Jin was eager to go home. Selfish him didn't let this mess delay his plan to go home. So even though it was very lively behind him, Zhang Jin still continued on without looking back.

  Suddenly, a burst of piercing wind sound came from behind Zhang Jin's head, and even the hairs on the back of his neck felt the oppressive wind pressure.

  Luckily, Zhang Jin had gone through the training of 'eighteen consecutive kills' that night, and his reaction speed was much faster than before. So, half a second ago, Zhang Jin suddenly felt danger approaching, and within one-tenth of a second, he had already completed the dodging action - taking a step forward, jumping out more than two meters away. Turning back, what Zhang Jin saw was a pair of long legs wrapped in tight jeans, like an axe chopping wood, with a whooshing sound passing through his original standing position, exactly at the height of his neck.

  The owner of the beautiful legs is a tall and stunning beauty. The beauty looks no more than twenty years old, with short hair, wearing a red T-shirt on top and tight white-blue jeans on the bottom, exuding an overwhelming aura of youth.

  Her face is as sharp as a knife, her eyebrows are like swords. Although she doesn't have the traditional oriental feminine beauty, she still can't help but be acknowledged as a top-notch beauty, an elegant and full of personality beauty; Her breasts are firm, her buttocks are tight, although the curves may not be as exaggerated as those famous "meatballs", they are still extraordinary, exuding a sensuality that is no less than those "phone-stuffed" meatballs.

  Although the beauty's pretty face and perfect figure are enough to captivate people, what attracts men most is not her face or breasts, but those beautifully lined, stunning legs that have reached an exaggerated degree of perfection.

  It's killing me!

  At 170 cm or more in height, the length of the legs accounts for nearly half. The thighs are moderately thick and straight, rounded and smooth when closed, with no gaps; the calves are solid but not stiff, outlining a tight pair of jeans to create a beautiful and smooth curve.

  And judging from the height of the kick just now, the flexibility is also good.

  It's simply perfect, top-notch!

  It's a long story, but actually Zhang Jin figured all this out and added his own evaluation of the situation in just the blink of an eye.

  Although he was dazzled by the woman's beauty and legs, Zhang Jin's 'spirit' attribute, which was not ordinary, quickly came back to his senses, recalling the heavy kick that had come from behind him towards his neck, his eyebrows furrowed as he wanted to question her.

  Unexpectedly, before Zhang Jin opened his mouth, this 'rude and violent' beauty had already 'taken the initiative to report', her tone even more aggressive than what Zhang Jin was about to say: "Little thief, you're quite skilled! No wonder you dared to steal from me. Let me tell you, today you've hit a steel plate, I'm going to teach you a lesson today, and next time you do this, make sure to check the almanac before heading out."

  The beautiful woman's voice was exactly the same as the angry shout Zhang Jin had heard earlier. It turned out that the little thief who had given up watching earlier was actually himself.

  "Me? A thief?" Zhang Jin pointed at his own nose with a confused expression, then asked with a hint of amusement: "Beauty, you're not joking, are you?"

  "Shameless! Caught by me and still not admitting it! Backpack." The beauty did not immediately get rough, but instead shouted angrily, then stretched out her slender and beautiful jade fingers, pointing to Zhang Jin's back.

  "Backpack?" Zhang Jin shook his shoulders, loosened one side of the backpack's strap, and swung the backpack to the front from the other side, saying: "Beauty, you wouldn't be thinking that this backpack is yours, would you?"