A hand is broken?
Song Lecong silently hid behind his brother.
How can such a beautiful girl be a violent person?
Song Anhui's eyes lit up.
"You know Kung Fu?"
Song Shishi chuckled: "The old man taught me."
Song Anhui narrowed her eyes and looked at Old Song again: "Old Song, you are so hidden?"
Old Song blushes easily when he is not praised.
Afraid of being discovered, he quickly looked at Song Lecong: "I haven't told you two brothers how the money fell from the sky."
"Money is falling from the sky?" Song Shishi couldn't believe it. "How did they do that? How much money did it drop?"
Song Lecong was a little scared of her and didn't dare to show off this time.
His brother explained.
"Three months ago, I was returning home at night and rescued a girl near a construction site and took her to the hospital."
"I didn't pay her any fees, but I didn't expect she would remember it for so long and come to me after she recovered."
Song Anhui's eyes lit up.
"Want to pledge your love to me?"
Song Lecong waved his hands repeatedly: "How is it possible? My brother is so ugly, and she is not blind."
His brother coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "Shut up."
"I was telling the truth."
"But they gave me 100,000 yuan and arranged jobs for me and my brother. The salary is more than 1,000 yuan. If we work for five years, we can also be allocated a house."
"And this dress, Sister Congcong took us to the mall to buy it. Do you know how much it costs?"
Song Anhui squinted and looked carefully.
"Ten thousand?"
The corners of Song Lecong's mouth twitched.
“Well, it’s not that expensive.”
"Just over three thousand."
Song Shishi's eyes turned red with jealousy.
She punched the table hard, and Xiao Liuer quickly pressed down the teacup on it. Then she said angrily, "That's too much!"
"I also saved lives and sent people to the hospital. Why didn't anyone give me 100,000?"
"I want a beautiful dress worth three thousand, too!"
Song Anhui blinked: "The skirt costs three thousand. It looks a bit cheap on you, right? I'll have someone send a batch over later."
Song Shishi was stunned.
"A, a batch?"
"Well, don't you want it?"
"Yes," Song Shishi held her hand tightly, her eyes firm, "Sister, you are definitely my long-lost sister!"
Song Lecong's brother grinned foolishly, and Song Lecong felt a sour taste in his mouth.
A batch of skirts.
And from what she said, each item would cost at least three thousand.
Suddenly I feel that a savings of 100,000 yuan is not so attractive anymore.
Can't there be one more rich person like me in this world?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "How come you are so rich?"
Song Anhui lifted her long hair.
"No way, our ancestors worked harder."
Old Song nodded.
All the Songs in this house are from the same family.
The ancestors more than ten generations ago might be brothers.
Unfortunately, things are very different now.
The Song Lecong brothers came today to thank Su Chen, and brought a bulging red envelope. When they learned that Su Chen went to my Zhuang Xu's house on the next street, Song Shishi frowned and asked, "What happened to his family?"
"His mother asked him to take Xiaoyu to visit the graves. When Xiaoyu came back, she had a fever. She was afraid that she had lost her soul."
Song Shishi snorted: "If he doesn't listen to his mother for one day, will he die?"
Little Liu shook his little head.
"Certainly not."
Her face was pulled up.
"Well, well, sister, let me go."
"I won't let go, I won't let go. Xiao Liu'er, have you gained weight recently? Your face is so chubby."
Speaking of fat, Lao Song finally remembered that there were green rice dumplings in the backyard.
Heat it up and bring it in.
Song Shishi put it down after taking a bite, put it in a bowl and covered it with a plastic bag.
"I'm on a diet, so I can't eat too much. Well, I'm going to go out for a while."
Song Anhui: “???”
"Why is she going?"
Old Song was disappointed: "What else can I do? Girls can't be kept at home when they grow up."
The other end.
Su Chen and Zhuang Xu came home.
Zhuang's house is bigger than Lao Song's teahouse. The front is rented out to merchants to open shops. Zhuang Xu led Su Chen into the yard through a small door on the side.
There is a swing in the yard, a grape trellis in the corner, and several rows of potted plants placed in the corner. At this moment, an old man is watering the potted plants.
Zhuang Xu saw it and asked hurriedly, "Mom, is Xiaoyu's fever gone?"
"No."
"Then why do you still have the mind to water these? Xiaoyu likes you the most, and she will secretly hide the delicious food for you."
The old man put down the kettle and said, "Can't I buy what I want to eat myself?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Su Chen: "Who is this?"
"Master Su, didn't I tell you that Xiaoyu might have lost her soul? I asked Master Su to come and take a look."
The old man's face relaxed immediately.
"Xiao Xu, are you out of your mind?"
"If people in your company knew about this, what would happen to your job?"
Zhuang Xu felt wronged: "It's just a job, the salary is not high, if I lose it, I lose it."
"If you really don't want to work, I'll stay home and plant flowers with you."
"Pooh, pooh, pooh," the old man said angrily, "It's just a job? He's still an official at least!"
"Yes, yes, mom, you are so right. I can't give up this job. So, mom, you have to keep it a secret. Shh."
Zhuang Xu said this and took Su Chen into the house.
The old man kept yelling for a long time but didn't let him turn around. He was so angry that he kicked the flowerpot, and ended up holding his foot and screaming in pain.
In the room, a young and beautiful woman was quietly wiping away tears.
Seeing Zhuang Xu coming back, he didn't call anyone, but stood up silently and took away the basin and towel.
You can tell at a glance that he is angry.
Zhuang Xu coaxed her in a gentle voice: "Tangtang, I've asked Taoist Su to come. Don't worry, Taoist Su is not only good at calling souls, but also has amazing medical skills. Xiaoyu will definitely be fine."
The woman then looked at Su Chen again and nodded to him.
Seeing this, Zhuang Xu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked Su Chen to go over and check on Xiaoyu.
The little person on the bed was a small ball, with a red face, wet hair, and fine beads of sweat on his face and neck.
Under the Heaven's Eye, Su Chen quickly discovered that there was a small ball of black aura in her head.
Zhuang Xu asked anxiously: "Master Su, how is it? Did Xiaoyu lose her soul?"
Su Chen shook his head: "All three souls and seven spirits are here."
"...Ah? Didn't you lose your soul?"
"Is Xiaoyu just sick with a fever, Master Su?"
As Zhuang Xu spoke, he subconsciously turned around and glanced at his wife Xia Xiaotang.
Xia Xiaotang's eyes flickered, and she felt a little guilty.
She was very superstitious. She was angry because her husband and mother-in-law took Xiaoyu to visit the grave without saying a word while she was at work. She thought Xiaoyu had lost her soul and had a high fever.
It seems that I blamed my mother-in-law wrongly?
After all, he is a junior.
When she was hesitating whether to go out and apologize to her mother-in-law, Su Chen shook his head: "It's not a high fever, it's really an evil spirit."
Xia Xiaotang: “!!!”
She came to Zhuang Xu viciously and twisted his ear.
“It hurts, it hurts~”
Zhuang Xu pleaded to pull his ears back, begged for mercy from Xia Xiaotang, and then asked Su Chen aggrievedly: "Master Su, is it evil? What did Xiaoyu see in the cemetery?"
Su Chen nodded: "Not only did he see him, he also followed him home."
Zhuang Xu: “!!!”
In an instant, goose bumps appeared all over my body.
He looked around quickly and found that the furnishings that were familiar to him in the past were now extremely strange, as if there might be evil spirits hiding in every place, staring at him.
Zhuang Xu's teeth almost chattered at the thought of this possibility.
"Master Su, please take him in."
Su Chen shook his head: "He has no ill will towards the child."
"How is that possible? He didn't mean any harm and yet he gave Xiaoyu a fever?"
Song Lecong silently hid behind his brother.
How can such a beautiful girl be a violent person?
Song Anhui's eyes lit up.
"You know Kung Fu?"
Song Shishi chuckled: "The old man taught me."
Song Anhui narrowed her eyes and looked at Old Song again: "Old Song, you are so hidden?"
Old Song blushes easily when he is not praised.
Afraid of being discovered, he quickly looked at Song Lecong: "I haven't told you two brothers how the money fell from the sky."
"Money is falling from the sky?" Song Shishi couldn't believe it. "How did they do that? How much money did it drop?"
Song Lecong was a little scared of her and didn't dare to show off this time.
His brother explained.
"Three months ago, I was returning home at night and rescued a girl near a construction site and took her to the hospital."
"I didn't pay her any fees, but I didn't expect she would remember it for so long and come to me after she recovered."
Song Anhui's eyes lit up.
"Want to pledge your love to me?"
Song Lecong waved his hands repeatedly: "How is it possible? My brother is so ugly, and she is not blind."
His brother coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "Shut up."
"I was telling the truth."
"But they gave me 100,000 yuan and arranged jobs for me and my brother. The salary is more than 1,000 yuan. If we work for five years, we can also be allocated a house."
"And this dress, Sister Congcong took us to the mall to buy it. Do you know how much it costs?"
Song Anhui squinted and looked carefully.
"Ten thousand?"
The corners of Song Lecong's mouth twitched.
“Well, it’s not that expensive.”
"Just over three thousand."
Song Shishi's eyes turned red with jealousy.
She punched the table hard, and Xiao Liuer quickly pressed down the teacup on it. Then she said angrily, "That's too much!"
"I also saved lives and sent people to the hospital. Why didn't anyone give me 100,000?"
"I want a beautiful dress worth three thousand, too!"
Song Anhui blinked: "The skirt costs three thousand. It looks a bit cheap on you, right? I'll have someone send a batch over later."
Song Shishi was stunned.
"A, a batch?"
"Well, don't you want it?"
"Yes," Song Shishi held her hand tightly, her eyes firm, "Sister, you are definitely my long-lost sister!"
Song Lecong's brother grinned foolishly, and Song Lecong felt a sour taste in his mouth.
A batch of skirts.
And from what she said, each item would cost at least three thousand.
Suddenly I feel that a savings of 100,000 yuan is not so attractive anymore.
Can't there be one more rich person like me in this world?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "How come you are so rich?"
Song Anhui lifted her long hair.
"No way, our ancestors worked harder."
Old Song nodded.
All the Songs in this house are from the same family.
The ancestors more than ten generations ago might be brothers.
Unfortunately, things are very different now.
The Song Lecong brothers came today to thank Su Chen, and brought a bulging red envelope. When they learned that Su Chen went to my Zhuang Xu's house on the next street, Song Shishi frowned and asked, "What happened to his family?"
"His mother asked him to take Xiaoyu to visit the graves. When Xiaoyu came back, she had a fever. She was afraid that she had lost her soul."
Song Shishi snorted: "If he doesn't listen to his mother for one day, will he die?"
Little Liu shook his little head.
"Certainly not."
Her face was pulled up.
"Well, well, sister, let me go."
"I won't let go, I won't let go. Xiao Liu'er, have you gained weight recently? Your face is so chubby."
Speaking of fat, Lao Song finally remembered that there were green rice dumplings in the backyard.
Heat it up and bring it in.
Song Shishi put it down after taking a bite, put it in a bowl and covered it with a plastic bag.
"I'm on a diet, so I can't eat too much. Well, I'm going to go out for a while."
Song Anhui: “???”
"Why is she going?"
Old Song was disappointed: "What else can I do? Girls can't be kept at home when they grow up."
The other end.
Su Chen and Zhuang Xu came home.
Zhuang's house is bigger than Lao Song's teahouse. The front is rented out to merchants to open shops. Zhuang Xu led Su Chen into the yard through a small door on the side.
There is a swing in the yard, a grape trellis in the corner, and several rows of potted plants placed in the corner. At this moment, an old man is watering the potted plants.
Zhuang Xu saw it and asked hurriedly, "Mom, is Xiaoyu's fever gone?"
"No."
"Then why do you still have the mind to water these? Xiaoyu likes you the most, and she will secretly hide the delicious food for you."
The old man put down the kettle and said, "Can't I buy what I want to eat myself?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Su Chen: "Who is this?"
"Master Su, didn't I tell you that Xiaoyu might have lost her soul? I asked Master Su to come and take a look."
The old man's face relaxed immediately.
"Xiao Xu, are you out of your mind?"
"If people in your company knew about this, what would happen to your job?"
Zhuang Xu felt wronged: "It's just a job, the salary is not high, if I lose it, I lose it."
"If you really don't want to work, I'll stay home and plant flowers with you."
"Pooh, pooh, pooh," the old man said angrily, "It's just a job? He's still an official at least!"
"Yes, yes, mom, you are so right. I can't give up this job. So, mom, you have to keep it a secret. Shh."
Zhuang Xu said this and took Su Chen into the house.
The old man kept yelling for a long time but didn't let him turn around. He was so angry that he kicked the flowerpot, and ended up holding his foot and screaming in pain.
In the room, a young and beautiful woman was quietly wiping away tears.
Seeing Zhuang Xu coming back, he didn't call anyone, but stood up silently and took away the basin and towel.
You can tell at a glance that he is angry.
Zhuang Xu coaxed her in a gentle voice: "Tangtang, I've asked Taoist Su to come. Don't worry, Taoist Su is not only good at calling souls, but also has amazing medical skills. Xiaoyu will definitely be fine."
The woman then looked at Su Chen again and nodded to him.
Seeing this, Zhuang Xu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked Su Chen to go over and check on Xiaoyu.
The little person on the bed was a small ball, with a red face, wet hair, and fine beads of sweat on his face and neck.
Under the Heaven's Eye, Su Chen quickly discovered that there was a small ball of black aura in her head.
Zhuang Xu asked anxiously: "Master Su, how is it? Did Xiaoyu lose her soul?"
Su Chen shook his head: "All three souls and seven spirits are here."
"...Ah? Didn't you lose your soul?"
"Is Xiaoyu just sick with a fever, Master Su?"
As Zhuang Xu spoke, he subconsciously turned around and glanced at his wife Xia Xiaotang.
Xia Xiaotang's eyes flickered, and she felt a little guilty.
She was very superstitious. She was angry because her husband and mother-in-law took Xiaoyu to visit the grave without saying a word while she was at work. She thought Xiaoyu had lost her soul and had a high fever.
It seems that I blamed my mother-in-law wrongly?
After all, he is a junior.
When she was hesitating whether to go out and apologize to her mother-in-law, Su Chen shook his head: "It's not a high fever, it's really an evil spirit."
Xia Xiaotang: “!!!”
She came to Zhuang Xu viciously and twisted his ear.
“It hurts, it hurts~”
Zhuang Xu pleaded to pull his ears back, begged for mercy from Xia Xiaotang, and then asked Su Chen aggrievedly: "Master Su, is it evil? What did Xiaoyu see in the cemetery?"
Su Chen nodded: "Not only did he see him, he also followed him home."
Zhuang Xu: “!!!”
In an instant, goose bumps appeared all over my body.
He looked around quickly and found that the furnishings that were familiar to him in the past were now extremely strange, as if there might be evil spirits hiding in every place, staring at him.
Zhuang Xu's teeth almost chattered at the thought of this possibility.
"Master Su, please take him in."
Su Chen shook his head: "He has no ill will towards the child."
"How is that possible? He didn't mean any harm and yet he gave Xiaoyu a fever?"
