Super Soldier King english

The hometown sentiment, using this word to describe Ye Qian's current mood is no more appropriate. Sitting on the plane flying to China, looking through the window to the high-rise building below, Ye Qian was ups and downs. When leaving China, Ye Qian was only a 17-year-old child; now, eight years are fleeting. A childish teenager has now become a mature and determined young man with a shallow scar on his face, which makes his original handsome face more full of heroic.

"Sir, do you need a drink?" A beautiful flight attendant walked to Ye Qian's side and said to a middle-aged man in a suit and suit next to Ye Qian.

In the first class of this aircraft, there are almost all successful people in the so-called high society. The middle-aged man in this suit saw Ye Qian’s rustic dress, and he could not help but reveal his face. Indeed, Ye Qian wears too simple and casual. The top is a gray short-sleeved t-shirt that is almost white to wash. The lower body is a camouflage trousers wrapped in a pair of dusty marine boots.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Qian with disdain and nodded slightly to the flight attendant. He said in a polite manner: "No, thank you!" Then he looked at Ye Qian and muttered: "This way How can people sit in first class?"

Ye Qian naturally listened to his ears, but he ignored him. Like this self-righteous, I always think that the first person in the world, Ye Qian has seen too much, and many people died in his hands.