He is paranoid sweet

Chapter 17

inside the car.

Warmth enveloped the whole body.

Jiang Ci casually looked at the traffic in front of him, his lips curled up slightly, "That kid just now, was your early-love?"

Song Shi, who was just about to drink water, choked before drinking. After coughing violently, "Sister, don't make fun of me, please? That's a bad student."

"Huh?" Jiang Ci raised an eyebrow, "Bad student?"

Song Shi nodded, "It's the kind that often fights and makes troubles. Just now you wanted to ask me for protection money. Fortunately, you came."

Jiang Ci frowned, that posture...it didn't look like he was going to rob, but it seemed like he was flirting with a girl.

I didn't expect to ask for protection fees.

Sure enough, she was still too old to understand the bewildering behavior of young people.

Song Shi seemed to think of something, and said very excitedly, "Sister, I saw the trailer clip of "Who Killed Him" ​​just now, my God...you and Sishen are really sweet..."

"What?" Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Haven't you read Weibo? It's all on the hot search, I'll send it to you." Song Shi took out her phone, clicked forward, and Jiang Ci's screen lit up.

"Wait and see."

Song Shi looked serious, "Promise me, sister, will you get back together with Sishen quickly?"

Jiang Ci: "..."

For half a second, Jiang Ci nodded very seriously, "Yes."

Song Shi's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Jiang Ci nodded, "After a hundred years, I will rest in peace with him. If you dig his grave and bury him with me, we will be together."

Song Poetry: "..."

"Why not dig yours?"

Jiang Ci hooked his lips: "Are you going to dig up your ancestor's grave?"

Song Shi: "...you are ruthless! You better stop hurting others!"

Jiang Ci felt reasonable, "Sishen belongs to everyone, and I will never get involved."

Song Shihe, it seems that he has seen the law of true fragrance.

……

This time, the old man's birthday was held at home, and he said he didn't want to make it public, so he only invited a few old friends.

Jiang Ci parked the car on the side of the road, and brought Song Shi into the house together. At the entrance, stood two men, one was Qiao Si, under a suit and leather shoes, his body was long and thin, and his body was thin and cold. At the wrist bone, she wears an expensive watch. She has thin lips and pale face, with a face like a god.

The other one, with unruly and hostile looks, dressed casually and freely, with AJ on his feet, seemed to be still changing slippers, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Shi.

Song Shi said with a face:! ! !

It's not surprising that Qiao Si is here. Mr. Jiang and Mr. Qiao are comrades-in-arms. It's normal for Mr. Qiao to bring Qiao Si here. On the contrary, this kid from Bidong Song Shi, how did he know Qiao Si?
Qiao Si said in a cold voice: "My cousin."

Jiang Ci suddenly nodded, pointing to Song Shi, "My cousin."

The few people didn't speak any more, and after quietly changing their slippers at the entrance, they went their separate ways.

After saying hello to a few old people, Jiang Ci went upstairs to his room, and Song Shi followed all the way until there was no one else, and Song Shi let out a scream.

Jiang Ci trembled in fright.

"Oh my god, damn it, can we meet this?" Song Shi learned from the painful experience.

Jiang Ci smiled, "This is fate."

"Fate?" Song Shi's eyes were blank, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "Is it okay if I don't want it?"

Jiang Ci rubbed her head, paused every word, and smiled, "No."

Song Shi: ... Are you a devil?

(End of this chapter)