Song Pandi carefully avoided people, slipped into the courtyard by the wall, thinking that no one was at home, so he could go back to the house first to steal some Wang Xinfeng's canned dim sum, and by the way, find the money that Song Chunli earned from going to the black market yesterday.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, I heard a cry that did not look like a human voice.

Song Pandi hid in the thatched house with a spirit, leaning against the door and listening carefully, as if Wang Xinfeng was crying again.

She couldn't help but frown.

Could it be that Song Chunli had an accident? Speculation was arrested?

Not that inch, right?

Obviously, Song Chunan was fine in his previous life, he went to the black market to make money and started a business, and finally opened a very large company;

Song Ci wanted to make any film, he took the money to smash it, and the two of them were embarrassed and made a lot of money.

It doesn't make sense to change it to Song Chunli.

Could it be that the wretch was so stupid that he ran headlong into it and caught the security patrol to inquire about it?

Song Pandi gasped, thinking that it was really possible.

So what to do?

If Song Chunli goes in, won't all the work at home have to fall on their sisters?

As far as Wang Xinfeng's tossing strength is concerned, ordinary people really can't wait.

She didn't want to anyway.

Then you have to find a way to get people out.

You have to get a lot of money and favors, right?

No wonder Wang Xinfeng is like a dead man, pestering the old lady Song to howl, this is to make the old woman bleed.

Song Pandi thought about it silently, thinking that this matter was not a big deal, but it was always a trouble, and the mood at home was definitely not good, she didn't want to rush to find bad luck at this time.

Hide.

Song Pandi squatted in the thatched house with peace of mind.

I didn't have to wait too long, and the people who got off work came back one after another.

Song Pandi lowered his head and went back to the east wing directly.

As soon as the door closed, she stomped on her numb feet, the soles of which were like pins and needles, and it was good to slow down for a while.

She latched the door from the inside and quickly rummaged through it.

Before the quilt on the kang was folded, Song Pandi pursed his lips, scolded in a low voice, and directly lifted the mat spread at the bottom, and sure enough, he found an oiled paper bag.

Without thinking about it, she tugged into her arms and continued to look for it.

There was a thick winter quilt stacked in the corner, and she stuck her hand in it, groping for it layer by layer, and turned out a snack bag.

Song Pandi opened it randomly, quickly picked up a piece of chicken cake and stuffed it in his mouth, swallowed it in three or two bites, choked and rolled his eyes, stretched his neck and swallowed hard, grabbed another piece in his hand, and then stuffed the snack bag back again.

There were two pieces of chicken cake as the base, and the burning sensation in Song Pandi's stomach was half gone. Tsinghua

She didn't dare to delay any longer, wiped her mouth and slipped off the kang, went back to lie on the bed in the inner room, covered the quilt, took out the oiled paper bag in her arms and opened it, half happy and half disgusted to look at the remaining more than one piece of money.

Wang Xinfeng is really enough to spend, the Shi family has lost more than three yuan this time, it's only been a few days, and that's all there is left.

Song Pandi hesitated, took out the middle one of five cents, picked up the rest of the money again, and stuffed it back under the mat.

She learned the lesson of the last time, since she can't leave, she can't sweep the wool all at once, and she has to go down for a long time.

As soon as Song Pandi put down his things, he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

She hurriedly laid out the futon and went over to open the door.

"What are you doing hiding in the house?"

The younger brother looked at her suspiciously, and then looked around the house.

Song Pandi's heart jumped, and he laughed dryly:

"No, I didn't do anything. ”

Lai's brows furrowed even tighter, and when he heard another wave of crying in the main room, he turned around and closed the door, and asked her in a low voice:

"You can still laugh? Dad is gone, Mom is crying so much that she is about to lose her breath, you are still laughing? What the hell are you thinking?"

Brother Song Pandi chuckled in his heart and asked in surprise:

"What are you talking about? Song Chunli is dead?"

Brother Song Lai was even more surprised than her!

Covered her mouth and smacked three times on the ground.

"If you want to die, why are you really cursed? Besides, it's our father, even if we don't live with our mother, we have to recognize him, can we really be without this person?"

Brother Song Pandi looked confused, feeling that his brain was a little insufficient, so he pulled away Brother Song Lai's hand and asked anxiously:

"What the hell is going on, why don't I understand? Why don't you talk to our mother? Why can he divorce Wang Xinfeng?"

Brother Song glanced at her strangely, pursed his lips and snorted softly:

"Aren't you divorced? Where have you gone all the time, you don't know such a big thing? It's spread all over the village!"

Song Pandi was shocked!

"It's not right, it's gone? Grandma can agree? Where do they live? There are a couple of children. No way! No way! Stop making jokes. ”

It's different from the previous life!

Could it be that because she came back, she changed the fate of her family?

What did she remember in her last life, okay?

How else can she use the things in her memory to avoid evil? How can she compare to Song Ci?

Will her plans work?

Song Pandi was a little flustered.