Beauty is always a trouble maker

Shen Guangming and song Yinqiao have the opposite temperament.

Song Yinqiao is a firecracker, a little bit on, in the mind what don't ask, are written on the face.

But Lao Shen pretends to be deep

At the very least, he did not express any opinions on whether Shen Yue would come to Beijing or not, and whether her beloved daughter should become a trading commodity.

As in the past, he has the final say that everything is in the hands of his wife.

In fact, song Yinqiao is very clear that her husband's heart may be more bitter than her.

After all, he's the third young master of the Shen family. He's an absolute lineage. He can walk across the street with his back on this mountain, but he can't protect his son and adopted daughter. He didn't hit his head on a power pole, thanks to his amazing skin.

Let him say it or do something, Lao Shen may be the first one to collapse.

To put it bluntly, after Lin Xiangjun made the decision to talk to song Jingqi about friends, the mood of old Shen and his wife was always very depressed.

At the beginning, they also pinned their hopes on Shen Qingwu.

But the most rebellious girl in the world, I don't know where the waves are these two days. She never appears.

It seems that no one can count on his aunt. Old Shen and his wife have no choice but to sacrifice their adopted daughter to save their own son. They have no conscience... How can this feeling be better?

If someone has to ask their husband and wife to say what they want to say most, they will probably say with one voice: "if only they had never given birth to Shen Yue, that heartless coward, how good?"

No matter how much song Yinqiao loves her son, he never says that he will come to Beijing. She doesn't care about Lin Xiangjun's sacrifice. She feels extremely disappointed. She thinks this guy is heartless and a coward.

But now, my daughter told them that Shen Yue was coming.

Song Yinqiao was in a daze and asked in unison with old Shen, "Xiangjun, what did you say?"

Wearing a white nightgown, Lin Xiangjun looks like a happy deer. Stepping on the snow feet of a small cotton tow, she points every step lightly. Her beautiful hair floats to song Yinqiao. She reaches for her neck and kisses her face. Then she smiles like a silver bell and says loudly, "I say Shen Yue wants to go home and visit you two!"

Song Yinqiao's face suddenly turned red.

Old Shen then raised his hand excitedly and photographed it heavily on the table. His long suppressed sullen spirit turned into a man's roar and released it heartily: "I said, how can my son Shen Guangming be a coward without conscience!"

Shen Yue is going home.

This proves that he has to formally recognize his parents and prove that he will never allow Lin Xiang Jun to be a trading item. He will definitely take part in the sixty birthday dinner of Shen Lao DA in Mountain Resort tonight, so that all the people present will have a look at his woodlouse character.

Tears, without any sign, sprang from the corner of song Yinqiao's eyes.

She put her arms around her daughter, as if she were a child, lying in Lin Xiangjun's arms, choking and trembling like a swing.

Lin Xiangjun, with tears streaming down his face, pursed the corners of his mouth, patted his mother on the back and said in a low voice, "Mom, Shen Yue asked me if I could pick him up..."

"Go and get him. Come on, come on, don't make him wait. "

Song Yinqiao stopped crying immediately. She raised her head and wiped her tears quickly. She pushed Lin Xiangjun to the door of the living room and urged her to go quickly. She must pay attention to safety on the way. There must be no mistake. She must take Shen Yue back.

Lin Xiangjun, who was pushed out of the living room door by her, couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, will you let me wear this to meet your baby son?"

The goddess Xiangjun has just finished washing and is still wearing a white nightgown and a cotton tow.

Small cotton tow also in Song Yinqiao anxious to push her out, kicked off one.

She held Su Xiong in both hands and stepped on the cold steps with her bare snow foot. She pretended to be so cold and shivering that she finally reminded song Yinqiao to be a mother.

"Dead girl, you know how to pretend with me. Why don't you go back to your room and get dressed? "

Song Yinqiao chuckled and wiped her face with her backhand again. After dragging her in, she yelled at old Shen: "what else are you doing on the sofa? Hurry to clean up the room. Sister Wang, where's sister Wang? Come on, Jingjie... I'll change. Ah ah, Xiang Jun, wait for you. You tell mom, which dress should I wear? Which dress can show my mother's red in white and make her different? "

Looking at his wife, who was full of nonsense, directing this and yelling at him, old Shen shook his head with a bitter smile, pretending to be indifferent: "isn't it just going home with his son? It's not a big deal. It's necessary for me to be Lao Tzu to dress formally for him? "

As he walked up the stairs with his hands on his back, Lao Shen thought, "what kind of clothes should I wear in order to be kind and powerful and indescribable different?"

Lin Xiangjun didn't worry about what to wear like old Shen and his wife.

Anyway, she was seen by a woodlouse without wearing clothes, wasn't she?

In Song Yinqiao's urging, Lin Xiangjun simply kicks off another small cotton tow, steps on a pair of snow feet, jumps into the bedroom, then pulls a suit of clothes from the hanger and puts it on.

Ten minutes later, in Song Yinqiao's urging voice, Lin Xiangjun rushed out of the living room and ran to her red Trident.

The three members of the Shen family were all in a mess, crying and laughing, but sister-in-law Wang was scared.

But when she learned that the young master was going home, Mrs. Wang's eyes were red with joy.

She is not pretentious.

It's not that song Yinqiao always gives her a raise when she's happy... It's that she's been working in Shen's villa for so many years, and she's also a member of this family. She knows better than outsiders how important it is for Shen Yue to go home.

Today is a good day.

If I go to marry another man, that guy will break my leg.

He promised to support me for the rest of my life.

These words, like the magic sound, echoed in Lin Xiangjun's ears.

What's so happy about being threatened by someone breaking her leg?

Who knows.

Anyway, Lin Xiangjun was still giggling when she was driving towards the Taishan Hotel. She really wanted to imagine what she would look like after Shen Yue broke her leg.

You can't drive distracted.

This is the truth that three-year-old children all know. Lin Xiangjun, who was so happy and silly, forgot.

This idiom is quite speechless.

There was a dull bang.

When Lin Xiangjun found a shadow and flew out like a kite, he suddenly realized something and stamped on the brake with all his strength.

Maserati, with a speed of more than 100 per hour, suddenly sank in front of the car during the emergency braking, almost without the slightest tail flick, and then came to a steady stop on the road.

Fortunately, the rush hour has passed, and this is a suburb. Lin Xiangjun's speed is very fast. After braking, she did not rear end the car behind her.

Even if it's rear end, she won't care.

Because she... Hit someone.

What's the result of hitting people at 100 per hour?

Lin Xiangjun doesn't have this concept and experience... She just sits in the car and looks at the roadside more than ten meters away.

The man who was hit and flew was a woman with long hair and black clothes. She was wearing a windbreaker in winter, but she was wearing a small skirt with navel exposed and her legs on knee high riding boots. She had no protection, so she was blown by the cold wind.

Lin Xiangjun subconsciously knew that the girl lying on the side of the road was dead.

After being hit so far, the girl is still alive. I'm sorry for the brand of Maserati

Help, help.

In Lin Xiangjun's brain, a blank, I do not know what year this evening, ear came knocking on the window sound.

Subconsciously, she looked up and saw a man in a white windbreaker standing outside, gesticulating to drop the window.

Completely instinctive, Lin Xiangjun casually pressed, the window fell silent.

The cold wind poured in immediately, but she couldn't feel it.

Outside the window floated in a feminine male voice: "beauty, you hit someone."

Lin Xiangjun nodded.

Facts speak louder than words. She has nothing to say.

"That person is my friend. Now that she is hit by you, should you make it up to us? For example, invite us to breakfast. "

The man in white outside the window said slowly, bending over and looking at Lin Xiangjun in the car.

After a car crash, no matter who is responsible, even if it's a professional porcelain master, the car owner has to give some compensation, which is human nature.

But Lin Xiangjun has never heard anyone say that after the car owner knocked someone over ten meters, the compensation they asked for was just a breakfast.

"Is this man mentally ill?"

Lin Xiangjun subconsciously think like this, rigid brain thinking, finally slowly running up, dull eyes rolling down, see the window that incomparably soft and beautiful face.

Two people four eyes after opposite, outside the window that person cordial smile.

The person outside the window has a beautiful face, so when you smile kindly, it will be very good-looking.

But why, after seeing this smiling face, Lin Xiangjun was shocked as if he had been electrified by high voltage, and screamed: "ah, it's you?"

"It's me. Congratulations, little wife. You're right. "

As the man in White said, he put his right hand into the window, pinched a handle on Lin Xiangjun's small face, and then sniffed it under his nose. He gave a heartfelt praise: "it smells good. Your name is worthy of a fragrant word. "

Lin Xiangjun didn't have any reaction. Suddenly, he heard a lazy girl's voice, and the co pilot next to her said, "no matter how fragrant she is, is there a dog ignoring steamed stuffed bun? But you promised me that as long as I was hit by her, you would invite me to eat Goubuli steamed stuffed bun. "

Lin Xiangjun looked back in a hurry.

Then, she saw a petite figure, baby, baby face special pure little beauty, I do not know when to sit beside her.

The little beauty was dressed in black, knee high riding boots, revealing the snow skin of palm width, which was softer than suede jade.

"How can she dress like a girl who was hit by me?"

Lin Xiangjun blinked and looked up at the roadside more than ten meters ahead.

Just before the car window was knocked, Lin Xiangjun saw the girl who was hit by her, lying there.

Now it's gone.

It's not missing, it's in her car.

How come she didn't get killed?

When did she show up in the car?

Said earlier, Goubuli steamed stuffed bun, and so on, what's the matter?

Lin Xiangjun looked at the girl stupidly and asked, "are you, are you human or ghost?"

The girl immediately spat out her long tongue. Her eyes turned white without any black eyes. She put her little fingers around the corner of her mouth to make a big mouth. Sen Sheng said to Lin Xiangjun, "I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost. I was killed by you. Lin Xiangjun, don't leave. Give me back my life. "

Lin Xiangjun... Turned his eyes and fainted happily.

"Why did you faint first? It's not fun. It's not fun. "

Yamanaka Yaqing suddenly feel dull, Lin Xiangjun on the dashboard phone rang.

Yamanaka Yaqing didn't even look at the phone call from who. She slipped her finger and said, "who are you? Don't beep yet. Let me tell you something. Lin Xiangjun hit someone. The victim of the collision is Yamanaka Yaqing. Come here and invite me to eat Goubuli steamed stuffed bun. "