Suddenly, Si Shangshan's inquiry came from the upstairs.

"dad."

Si Shang quickly let go of Zhang Zi and stood aside.

Si Fengmian thought about it, but didn't say hello, and sat back.

Zhang Zi turned around, looked upstairs, and said, "Shang Shang was drawing cartoons from us. I heard that her grades were pretty good, and many people on the Internet liked her."

"Is that true?" Si Shangshan was stunned for a moment, but did not react much, just nodded, "It's good to have some interest or hobbies."

Si Shang's heart skipped a beat, and his joy was wiped out.

Just... not bad?

She has works and achievements, but Si Sheng can't even produce works. Why do you think that Si Sheng is "a person who lacks an art career in our family" and that she is just "a little interested in her"?

On this side, Si Fengmian also frowned slightly as Si Shangshan treated him differently.

The porridge in the bowl is tasteless.

He got up, picked up the backpack that Mrs. Xiao brought down, "I'm going to school."

The only joy in the morning disappeared in the cool air.

*

This is a remote alley.

The weather has not improved, it is gloomy and dark, the cold wind whistles in the alley, and the sound of passing through the ears is like a roar of a beast.

According to the positioning, Ling Xize drove the car to the front of the fruit store.

The streets are dilapidated, leaving traces of time, and the shops along the street are all covered with the wind and frost of time.

As soon as Ling Xize parked the car, he saw Si Sheng and... an old man sitting outside the door.

He glanced several times before confirming Si Sheng's identity based on the bloated military coat.

The two sat around the door of the fruit shop. The door was open, but they were drinking the northwest wind. There was a pair of chess in the middle, and next to it was a burning charcoal stove. They were dressed thickly and bloated, and both military coats and elderly coats had an old feeling, which inexplicably fit the style of the entire street.

There is no abrupt feeling.

"Come?"

When Ling Xize walked over, Si Sheng looked up and said hello to him, then took out the hand in his sleeve, moved the chess, and "turned."

“…”

The old man opposite was silent, blew his beard and stared at him. After a while, he waved his hand and said, "I can't go down, I can't go down."

He stood up in disappointment, first glanced at Ling Xize, with a little hostility and regret, and sighed in his heart why Song Qingming, this kid, was not at all successful.

Then, he told Si Sheng: "Old Qin said, let Qin Fan deliver food to you at noon."

After being called out for half an hour, Si Sheng repeatedly denied it, it was useless, so he had to agree. Now that he emphasized "you" instead of "you", he reminded him: "It's two people."

"snort."

Old Man Song hummed proudly, then glanced at Ling Xize coldly, picked up the dishes he bought in the morning, and walked away.

Ling Xize, who was beaten by two eyes for no reason, was quite inexplicable.

Without thinking much, Ling Xize and Si Sheng asked, "Why don't you go in?"

"What you want is the smell of open air." Si Sheng slowly sorted out the chessboard, hooked the charcoal stove with his feet, then looked up and asked, "Come on a plate?"

Ling Xize was silent for two seconds and sat down opposite him as if he was good.

"Did you go back to the water and clouds this morning?"

Shensuan Ling asked casually and helped organize the chessboard.

"Um."

It was still early when he left the Si family, so Si Sheng went to the water clouds and changed into a thick and warm military coat.

The chessboard was arranged, and Ling Xize and Si Sheng were playing chess in the open air cold wind, but after a while, Ling Xize got up and left, went to the convenience store next door to buy handheld bags and handheld stickers, and threw them to Si Sheng as soon as he came back.

Si Sheng: "..."

However, the hand warmer bag was too warm, and Si Sheng put it on his knee without saying a word.

The two played chess and blew the cold wind until a high-end car arrived.

"I can't get out of here, I'll move my muscles."

Giving up the game of defeat, Si Sheng stood up and threw the handheld bag onto the chair.

She put her hand in her pocket and suddenly touched an object that had been in her pocket for unknown amount of time. She paused, thought of something, suddenly curled her lips and smiled, and then looked up at the car.

Ling Xize sat down without moving, calmly reorganized the chess pieces and put them back to the original place of the chessboard one by one, as if everything that happened next had nothing to do with him.

The first person to get off the bus was the driver. He circled around and opened the door of the back seat of the co-pilot. Then, a woman dressed in elegant clothes walked out of the car. She was elegant and dressed in a famous brand, and was incompatible with this dilapidated street.

Wang Qinghuan, Grandpa Wang’s daughter.

Since Yi Zhongzheng asked Si Sheng to guard the fruit shop, Si Sheng knew that—

It’s fake to guard the fruit shop, but it’s real to solve Wang Qinghuan.

Wang Qinghuan searched all of Grandpa Wang's house, which made Grandpa Wang so angry that he was hospitalized. There are no golden cicadas at home now, so Wang Qinghuan will definitely come to the fruit shop to look for it.

The wicked will be punished by the wicked.

Si Sheng has no other strengths. He has been in the world for many years and punishes "evil people". He is a bit good at it.

Wang Qinghuan walked over in a sable manner in a snail coat. When he saw the fruit shop with open doors and the two people at the door, he gazed directly towards Si Sheng.

She looked condescending, "Who are you, why are you here?"

Ling Xize raised his eyelids, frowned unhappily, and said nothing.

"Is the money ready?"

Si Sheng held his pockets with both hands, his voice was faint, and his clouds were light and his wind was light.

If it weren't for the military coat reducing her aura, she would have a sense of déjà n that she would be able to trade on the spot at this moment.

Wang Qinghuan was stunned, "What?"

He stretched out his feet and kicked the charcoal furnace aside. Si Sheng stepped forward half a step forward and said lazily: "Grandpa Wang said, 3 million is not a divalent price."

"3 million?!" Wang Qinghuan glared at her eyes, "He thought-"

She didn't finish her words.

Because, as visible to the naked eye, the woman with a calm and gentle expression changed. She curled her smile on her lips, but her eyebrows were covered with coldness. When she looked here, she was like two sharp swords piercing her heart, making her body tremble.

In just a few seconds, she showed her sharpness and murderous aura.

She opened her mouth and said, "If you don't, just get out."

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Bottle: Fierce, bandit.

Si Sheng:...
Chapter completed!