++ As soon as the two got off the plane, workers from their respective families were waiting on the tarmac. To put it crudely, this is called special rights. After all, they were workers in a red family and were not ostentatious. The group just nodded slightly to the two young masters and opened the car door. Gu Hang and Chen Rulin understood. + Gu Hang was not in a hurry to get in the car, and turned around twice impatiently. He took a deep breath and said energetically: "Alin, how are you? The air in the motherland is good." Chen Rulin+ touched Gu Hang's hair. Gu Hang was obviously used to being touched. He turned and smiled brightly at Chen Rulin. Chen Rulin said with an indulgent expression: "There will be a lot of time for you to breathe the air of the motherland in the future. Now go back honestly. I will find you after these few days." + After that, he walked to the car. "Alin!" Chen Rulin, who was about to get into the car, turned around and looked at Gu Hang. "Remember to say hello to Shibo for me. I'm going to have a meal." "Okay, I got it." Watching Gu Hang get into the car, Chen Rulin also breathed a sigh of relief. He hasn't been back to China for a long time. His father often said that being born in a red family requires having the courage to be a soldier and to look forward to the future, but he has no knowledge of politics. It is indeed a lack of interest. Although he is only fourteen years old, he often hears his workers abroad talk about which young master was slapped by the media today because of an accident and almost stepped down, and which political pioneer was double-regulated tomorrow, so he has long been afraid of the volatile world of politics.