"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

There was a slight sound of ecstasy in the living room, it was a girl's, judging by Zhen's father's qualifications as a veteran driver for many years, this voice was still a beautiful girl's. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He's seen it before!

Holding the teacup, Zhen's father closed the bedroom door and walked out, and saw him on the sofa in the living room......

The two that plucked out their ears.

There is also a little collapse in my heart.

Mu Qian was holding a cotton ball bat and helping Song Shijing gently pluck her ears. Song Shijing was lying on Mu Qian's lap face out, although she was itched with tears, she still insisted on watching the funny show.

It hurts, it's itching, and it's happy.

Father Zhen floated by weakly, and then weakly floated away, and went to the bedroom with a tea......

I really couldn't find a chance to interject.

Dad Zhen read a book in his room, watched TV for a while, looked at the time and saw that it was time for afternoon tea, and then walked out with a smile.

We...... Get out...... Afternoon tea...... Right?

Grunt, the two people sitting on the sofa watching DVDs were drinking juice, and Song Shijing jumped up happily.

"Uncle, do you want to drink juice? I just squeezed it!"

"Well, well, okay. Dad Zhen smiled lovingly and returned to his bedroom with the juice.

The world of young people really can't get in.

Dad Zhen sat down on the bed, sighed, and continued to sit there thinking about life.

The point is, this Saturday is a bit boring, it's finally a day off, and he has pushed a lot of meals, but suddenly it feels useless.

A beautiful parent-child weekend has become an afternoon when you are a dad brand light bulb.

Fortunately, there was a box of tea given by Song Shijing, which made Zhen's father chat with comfort, although there was a feeling that his son was snatched away by others.

"Hey, Xiaoqian, I've got all my clothes to the laundry, it's okay. ”

"It's okay," Mu Qian asked her a little strangely, "so what could it be?"

"That...... Because many of them are famous brands that I bought before, the cost of maintenance may be a little higher...... bills, there are more than a thousand ...... said. ”

In Song Shijing's impression, Mu Qianna is a very powerful mythical master, but he has always been a high school student who relies on his parents' pocket money.

Mu Qian nodded, although he had a new account, it was more reliable to save flowers.

"Don't you have a deposit?"

"However, the bank card has been dropped. ”

"Then report the loss of the bank card......" Mu Qian looked at the stupid expression.

Song Shijing frowned and sighed: "My identity certificate was lost at the same time as my mobile phone and bank card, and the bank card must have been maxed out, but fortunately, I didn't open a credit rating before." ”

Mu Qian only asked: "What generation is your bank card?"

"The new generation is what my mother did for me," Song Shijing had a happy smile on her face, "When my mother knew what happened to me in the town, she said that women can't lose their morality because of wealth...... Oh, there seems to be a fingerprint recognition chip on it!"

"Let's go, let's go to the bank. ”

Lord Demon King smiled calmly, finally he didn't have to spend his little reward.

There is a bank nearby, and the bank card is promoted to report loss in the color of the city, regardless of whether it is interbank or not.

Zhen's father wanted to say that he would send them out, but before the words could be spoken, the two had already walked out of the house one after the other.

"Little ...... Relocation ......"

Zhen Haohan shouted, almost making up for his miserable appearance and nowhere to find joy......

With a female ticket, I forgot my father, which is also what the son once said.

"Forget it, I'd better go to a colleague to contact my feelings, alas......"

……

In the bank, when Song Shijing heard the news that her bank card was still available, she almost burst into tears.

"Provide proof of identity?" Song Shijing glanced at Mu Qian, who was waiting next to her, "How to prove it?"

There was a murderous aura coming from the front, and in the counter, the life form between the middle-aged aunt and the young eldest sister helped his glasses.

"To prove your identity, of course, you need identification, and if you can't even give proof of your identity, then how can we give you an identity that doesn't exist for this object that is suspected to be you?"

Song Shijing was petrified on the spot.

After a few minutes, she finally understood what was going on, and walked tremblingly in front of Mu Qian with spiral circles on her head.

"What's wrong?"

"The bank card works, and it hasn't been swiped away, but you need proof of identity to get it back...... What to do?"

"Let's go find an authoritative place to issue your identity certificate," Mu Qian thought for a while, and looked at the time again, "It's past five o'clock, and it's a weekend, so it's estimated that everyone except the bank will be off work." Why don't you wait until Monday? ”

"The clothes will be taken tomorrow ......"

Song Shijing was suddenly embarrassed.

Mu Qian wanted to wave his hand and say, 'Brother lend you', but before he could say anything, there was a sudden braking at the door of the bank.

In a hurry, a group of heavily armed soldiers quickly isolated the pedestrians and rushed to the bank.

Mu Qian frowned, and Song Shijing had already taken the initiative to block in front of Mu Qian.

"Don't be afraid, I have everything. ”

"Well, come on. ”

Mu Qian patted Song Shijing's shoulder, turned his head and left, walking among the guests of the bank who were watching a little nervously next to him.

Song Shijing stood there messy......

Actually, it's not why, it's just that in a luxury car outside, a girl dressed as a campus girl is stepping out, her long blond hair shining in the sun.

Wen Yu.

Ten minutes ago, when Mu Qian and Song Shijing took a taxi near the bank, the camera automatically captured Song Shijing's face.

Suddenly, the department in charge of street monitoring quickly reported this major discovery, because it was handled as the most urgent matter, but within two minutes, the screen in front of Wen Yu appeared on the screen.

"Are you sure it's the little princess?"

"Yes, that Minister Song is furious, do we need to show her the picture?"

Wen Yu was silent.

Because there is not only Song Shijing in the picture, but also a high school boy she is very familiar with.

Zhen Muqian.

"Turn around, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible," Wen Yu took a breath, "Prepare the car, I'll rush over immediately." ”

She didn't seem to be affected by Mu Qian, and she had forgotten the correspondence that had been talking to herself until five in the morning......

Unilateral Communications.

……

In the VIP hall of the Municipal Building, several pavilion elders were covered with cold sweat on their foreheads, fidgeting at the palace women standing by the window.

Few people can wear a retro palace dress in a modern environment and still be so natural and charming.

The woman did it, and the years didn't seem to have left a single scar on her, there was a ...... has a temperament similar to Su Qing, and it looks really beautiful.

"Minister Song, Minister Song, Minister Song?"

"Huh?"

"Your daughter has found ...... Here's the video, she's fine, and now she's fine. ”

The old man with big heads, the woman standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window snorted coldly and turned around and walked directly to the door.

"Lead the way, the dark guard will protect Xiaojing. ”

"Yes. ”

There seemed to be a few transparent figures in the air, and this powerful figure in Kunwu Mountain, his face at this time could definitely be described as cold as ice.

I don't know who is going to be bad.