The Sand Sculpture Daughter of Crazy Criticism of the Villain

It has been more than half a month since Shen Tingbai disappeared completely in a car accident, and the major forces that were still secretly observing couldn't help but start to move.

But most of them have been suppressed by Shen Tingbai for a long time, even if his life or death is uncertain now, he dare not act rashly.

There is no open war, but there are many secret wars.

Shen Wenqi doesn't know about these things, and the daily troubles are nothing more than why he has a sister who likes to buy things for him crazily.

The hidden wounds on his body are also caused by a family doctor who comes to treat him every day.The perennial pain disappeared, and the original cool and handsome appearance was no longer concealed.

There has never been such a relaxing moment in my life.

"Because the mermaid princess didn't listen to her father's words, she ran away from home alone and sneaked ashore, and ran away with the wild man, but she paid the price with her life. In this way, the wild man and the innocent princess from the neighboring country married and lived together."

Closing the book with a strong sense of dark fairy tales, Shen Wenqi put on a wooden face and asked, "Sister, I have a question."

Shen Wenjiao obediently hugged her plush doll, blinking and blinking: "Say it."

Shen Wenqi raised his hand and ruthlessly took her doll away, and helped her pull the quilt back up: "Shouldn't you be the one who put me to sleep, who is fragile?"

Shen Wenjiao let out a soft sigh, and answered the wrong question: "I thought you would say where this kind of genius story comes from."

Shen Wenqi nodded: "This is also a slot, so who is this genius?"

Shen Wenjiao raised her hands and cheered: "My father!"

The quilt that had just been covered was knocked off again, and Shen Wenqi covered her again.

"A genius old father and his uneasy daughter."

After a pause, he coaxed softly: "Sister misses your father."

With a sore nose, Shen Wenjiao pulled the quilt and buried her head in, a muffled voice resounded in the quilt, and pitifully retorted: "No..."

Shen Wenqi smiled softly, he understood the feeling of missing his loved ones.Feeling empty in the heart, it will appear in the dead of night, and the pain envelops the whole heart, making people breathless.

Before that, he had only one relative, his grandfather. Fortunately, he died of old age, so he didn't have too many regrets.

But Sister's father is different... no one is alive, no corpse is dead...

Gently patted across the quilt, and the soft voice like the breeze gradually calmed Shen Wenjiao's sad emotions: "Let me tell another story, emm... This time it is His Royal Highness, the necrophilic prince... Tsk."

Unable to hold back the desire to complain, he accidentally clicked his tongue.

There was giggles from under the quilt, and Shen Wenqi touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

Forget it, just make fun of it.

After the story was finished, Shen Wenjiao, who was still sad just now, had already closed her eyes and slept soundly.

Putting this custom-made storybook on the bedside table, Shen Wenqi got up carefully and walked out of the room.

Back in the room, lying on the big soft bed, his eyes fell on the ceiling, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Turning over, his fingertips touched a furry object.

Take it out and see, isn't this the same doll that Auntie just held in her arms?

Fluffy and soft, hugging and burying his head in his arms, he felt full of security.

Drowsiness soon came up, and before falling asleep, Shen Wenqi couldn't help thinking, this is coaxing him like a child.

Plush dolls and the like seem to be pretty good too.

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Although Shen Tingbai was not here, the subordinates he left behind protected Shen Wen in an impeccable way.

What's more, with Xiao Xie around, those forces that were eager to make small moves were all bitten back forcefully.

Through this lesson, everyone will know that even if Shen Tingbai is no longer here, they will not be able to do anything about the power he has left behind.

Finally, he was completely dead.

The start of school went smoothly, even if Shen Wenqi intervened in the second half of the semester, there would be no major problems.

In order for him to keep up with his studies, Shen Wenjiao specially found a tutor for him, who would come to Shen's house every weekend.

Life is gradually returning to plain, as if there is only beauty left in life.

But one thing is, what I was worried about at the beginning still happened.

Because they are not in the same grade, Shen Wenjiao has no way to keep Shen Wenqi by her side.

The car that Xiao Xie took to pick them up from school was parked on the side of the road, and when they got in the car, Shen Wenjiao fiddled with her fingers a little bored.

However, more than ten minutes passed, and Shen Wenqi still hadn't left the school gate.

Shen Wenjiao raised her head, and looked at Xiao Xie in the rearview mirror.

The other party immediately dialed the staff arranged in the dark of the school, and the news they got was that Shen Wenqi was targeted by the only son of the Lu family in the past two days.

Now he was stopped in the classroom, because he was hiding in the dark, and that subordinate couldn't see clearly what happened in the classroom.

Before Shen Wenjiao ordered him to go in, the door of the classroom was already opened, and four people, headed by the only son of the Lu family, came out with smiles.

After coming here for about a minute or two, I saw Shen Wenqi coming out of it.

There were some stains on the clothes, like shoe prints. Before the men hiding in the dark could see them clearly, he turned a corner and went into the bathroom. When he came out again, the clothes had been cleaned up.

Other than a little water, there's nothing wrong with it.

Those people also kept a little bit of an eye out, the places exposed on the outside were not hurt at all, I am afraid they were all hurt in the dark.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Wenjiao lowered her head with an unclear expression, anyone could see the depression at the moment.

Xiao Xie wanted to coax her, but she didn't know where to start.

"Miss, don't be so angry, I'll find someone to do it tonight."

Shen Wenjiao murmured, "Two days."

"What?" Xiao Xie sat up straight nervously, always feeling that the low pressure released by Shen Wenjiao is really similar to that of Mr. Shen.

"Being bullied, I didn't say anything for two days." Shen Wenjiao said coldly, "It's really... well done."

Xiao Xie: "..."

He swallowed his saliva and dared not make a sound.

He could understand Shen Wenqi's thoughts, probably because he didn't want to cause trouble.

After all, the affairs between the aristocratic family are inherently complicated, plus Mr. Shen is not around, and he doesn't know what kind of power the Shen family is, so it is understandable that he does not want to trouble the "lonely and helpless" Shen Wenjiao.

But who made Mr. Shen a different fireworks?

He didn't know that the aristocratic family could be black like this before, fortunately Mr. Shen still had a white character in his name.

They don't need to worry about anyone at all, anyone who dares to offend them will have to be skinned to relieve their anger!