Report to Master Sheng, Madam is pretending to be well-behaved every day

In the blink of an eye, it has been almost a year since they passed away.

Yuzheng's nose suddenly became a little sour, and she missed her parents.

Today happened to be the weekend when Sheng Jingting was at home, and when he got the news from Lao Cao, he immediately went upstairs to find Yu Zheng.

The size is also a happy event, and he, the 'parent', seems to have something to say.

It was also the first time for him. I don't know how other parents celebrate this kind of thing for their children. Maybe they should look it up online?

Sheng Jingting pushed open the door in thought, and saw the little girl sitting on the bed holding the admission notice, her face was full of disappointment, she looked very sad, as if she was about to cry.

Sheng Jingting frowned, and walked gently to her side: "What's wrong?"

He glanced down, it was her favorite school, her favorite major, then why was she crying?Who dares to bully his sweetheart?

Yuzheng was silent for a while, then sniffed and whispered, "I miss Mom and Dad."

Sheng Jingting's first reaction was that she missed Yu Jinhong and his wife: "How about... I will drive you back to Yu's house to see them?"

After all, they are biological parents.

Yuzheng shook her head: "It's my parents in the countryside."

Sheng Jingting was puzzled: "Huh? Didn't they treat you badly? They forced you to work as child labor to move bricks."

Yuzheng defended loudly in displeasure: "They didn't force me to do child labor, just talking nonsense on the Internet."

Sheng Jingting didn't quite believe it: "Didn't you move bricks on the construction site since elementary school?"

At least that's what his survey turned out to be.

Yuzheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and half-truthfully said loudly: "At that time, my father was moving bricks on the construction site to subsidize the family. I played there and helped him move by the way. Our children in the countryside are like this. When parents do things, we will also help. Voluntary, Nobody forced me."

Sheng Jingting never expected the truth of the matter to be like this.

Hey, Internet rumors are fiercer than tigers.

For a moment, he didn't know how to comfort Yuzheng, so he could only reach out and touch the top of her head: "How about...I'll take you home to see them tomorrow?"

Yu Zheng blinked and hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Well, thank you, Mr. Sheng."

She really missed her parents and wanted to go back and see them.

***

It takes about six hours to drive from Ancheng to Yuzheng's hometown.

Sheng Jingting drove the car himself.

Yuzheng was worried that he was tired from driving, so she had nothing to say and chatted along the way.

But after getting on the highway, she realized that her worries were completely unnecessary. Sheng Jingting's driving skills can be described as miraculous, and it reminded her of racing with an arms dealer abroad.

He also sighed in his mouth: "Mr. Sheng, your driving skills are really good, you can be an old driver at first glance."

Sheng Jingting frowned, his words were kind, but he always felt that something was wrong.

But his driving skills are really good, the six-hour journey was abruptly turned into four and a half hours by him.

Following the navigation and driving the car to the town, Sheng Jingting suddenly said, "Where is there a paper shop?"

"Ah? Over there... why do you need a paper-making shop?" Yuzheng pointed casually, a little curious.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to visit your parents' grave? Go empty-handed?" Sheng Jingting turned at the intersection.

"..."

Yuzheng really didn't see that Sheng Jingting still believed in these things, but he didn't stop him.

The two picked a bunch of white chrysanthemums from the paper-making shop, and when they came out, there were four or five young men surrounded by the car.

Seeing them coming, he stepped forward arrogantly: "Boss, pay the parking fee."

"How much..." Yuzheng grew up here anyway, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

In the middle of speaking, Sheng Jingting guarded him behind him.

The gangster glanced at Sheng Jingting, who was covered in famous brands, and said maliciously, "1000 yuan."

Sheng Jingting raised his eyebrows: "How much?"

The gangster patted the car body vigorously: "Can you afford such an expensive car? Isn't 1000 yuan much?"

This car is at least a million yuan, and it has a foreign license plate, which is an excellent opportunity to make a fortune.

Sheng Jingting was not annoyed either: "Give me the invoice."

"What? You asked me for an invoice?" The gangster sneered, "I mean the boss? Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Do I look like someone with an invoice?"

Sheng Jingting said lightly: "Since there is no invoice, then get out."

The bastard boss was amused by him, and reached out to poke his chest: "Hehe, you didn't see that the brothers accepted the passing... ah..."

At the moment when his fingers were about to poke him, Sheng Jingting suddenly twisted his wrist and kicked him on the knee.

The bastard leader screamed twice and knelt on the ground with a plop.

"I think you are toasting and not eating fine wine..." Seeing this, the other gangsters rushed forward ferociously, wanting to strike.

Yuzheng had never seen him fight, and she didn't know whether he could fight or not.

As soon as he rolled up his sleeves and was about to help, he saw a few gangsters screaming and flying out.

Because the gangster stood up and wanted to fly the farthest in a sneak attack, he threw himself on the ground and coughed a few times before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yuzheng: "..."

To Sheng Jingting, it was a very common thing. He opened the car door expressionlessly: "Why are you in a daze? Let's go."

Yuzheng stammered and pointed at the gangster leader: "He... vomited blood..."

Sheng Jingting: "I can't die, I can lie on the bed for half a month at most."

"But..." I've never heard of him practicing martial arts, why is he moving so fast?With her sharp eyesight, she didn't even see clearly how things happened. This force value... is a bit outrageous, right?

"Get in the car." Sheng Jingting urged as he got into the cab.

"Oh..." Yuzheng got into the car, and couldn't hold back her curiosity: "Mr. Sheng, are you...a martial arts practitioner? Why are you so good?"

She used to practice martial arts with Zhong Li from the military department. Sheng Jingting was not surprised that she could see that she was good at it, and she didn't intend to hide it: "Well, I practiced it when I was abroad."

"Who is your coach?"

"Why do you ask?"

Yuzheng tilted her head thoughtfully: "I...your movement...I seem to have seen it somewhere before, and it looks familiar, but I just can't remember it."

Sheng Jingting didn't take it seriously: "The skills in close combat are similar."

Yuzheng nodded and continued to think: "That's what I said, but I always feel like I've seen it somewhere... ah..."

Her face suddenly changed, and she stammered and blurted out: "I, I remembered, you... your action just now..."

"What's wrong?" Sheng Jingting looked sideways.

"Eh..." Yuzheng smiled awkwardly, and swallowed back the words: "I saw your action just now on TV."

"Oh." Sheng Jingting continued to drive without doubting him.

Yuzheng let out a breath slowly, and secretly looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

She did remember that on Dulong Island, the Military Intelligence Department had caught several criminals.When he was escorted in front of the devil, he still dared to babble and swear.

The Demon King was probably annoyed, and kicked them flying one by one. Two of them were seriously injured and dying on the spot.

It was at that moment that Yuzheng finally understood why the devil was called the devil.

The tall and straight figure, the ghostly quick movements, and the frightening movements all left a deep impression on her mind.

The actions Sheng Jingting taught those hooligans just now were exactly the same as that of the Demon King.

Could it be taught by a coach?

still is……