My Darling Is Pampered and Wild

Qin Xi zoomed in and looked at it several times before suddenly cracking his lips and laughing: Is this the picture that made me green?

Sensing the Sensen behind that smile, Yi Sui said tremblingly: Master, it's just a picture... That picture... must be the boss and his friends having dinner, Jiang Tingyun is also true, this kind of obviously inappropriate What are you posting random pictures?

Qin Xi said hmm, and then opened the dialog with Lu Qingqiao.

The conversation between the two was still on Sunday.

He typed and deleted for three or four minutes before sending out a sentence: 【Have you had dinner yet? 】

After sending it out, he felt that the words were inexplicably awkward. Just as he was about to withdraw them, he saw the message on the dialog box: The other party is typing...

His hands froze, and he held his breath for a few seconds, feeling that everything around him was still.

Lu Qingqiao: [I'm eating western food, and Sheng Ming. 】

Followed by two words: [What about you? 】

Qin Xi smiled, no longer with a gloomy meaning, but the brilliance of the sun.

He replied: [I haven't eaten yet. 】

Lu Qingqiao: [Don't be hungry, go eat. 】

Qin? The little milk dog? Xie nodded obediently: [Yeah. 】

Lu Qingqiao: [There is a concert this Saturday, come with me. 】

Qin? Smiling like a sunflower? [Okay. 】

When Jiang Tingyun returned to the dormitory, he found that his grandfather was playing games and humming. He looked at Yi Sui as if he had seen a ghost.

Yi Sui leaned forward and said in a low voice, I guess I'm probably crazy.

Jiang Tingyun looked at Yi Sui, and said without emotion: Then you are finished.

Yi Sui: ...

I'm back, let's have dinner together after I finish this game. Qin Xi turned to look at the two of them, and Yi Sui quickly retracted his head that was next to Jiang Tingyun's ear.

Jiang Tingyun: I just came back from the restaurant, just...

Under Qin Xi's extraordinarily bright eyes, he couldn't say the remaining two words don't go, and then...

Jiang Tingyun, who had just eaten, sat in the restaurant in front of the school again.

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After Lu Qingqiao was full, Sheng Ming leisurely took out a kraft paper information bag and gave it to her.

Said: The sign you photographed last time looked familiar to me. I went back and looked through it to find out these materials.

After Lu Qingqiao took a picture of that sign last time, Lu Qingqiao checked a lot of information, and even searched through the relics of her parents and grandparents, but found nothing. She still wanted to find a time to go back in person. Take a look at the old house in Los Angeles, there are many things stored there.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Ming had a clue here first.

She opened the file bag and looked.

It is better to say that it is a record of interviews and photos.

The handwriting is very familiar, it is Sheng Ming's handwriting.

Sheng Ming's handwriting is quite different from his appearance. It is crooked and crooked, like chicken feet.

Seeing the horrible handwriting, Lu Qingqiao frowned slightly, and couldn't help complaining: Your handwriting still hasn't improved.

Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled: I just need my signature to be handsome enough, those words don't matter.

If it wasn't for Lu Qingqiao, how could he invite out his calligraphy?

Lu Qingqiao took a general look, and the whole article was nonsense, and the conclusion is:

This place is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The old people he met randomly were all gangsters back then. Looking at the tattoos on their arms, they are so special and awesome! He must have been a gang leader when he was young, and when he was old, he hid himself in this place where no shit was going to suffer in order to avoid his enemies.