Song Ru I never thought that Ji Fan would return to Busang with such a attitude.

He went abroad for further study at a young age, and he has seen countless customs in his life, but this time his life is only a piece of paper. Every bit of his life is still being examined over and over again.

The hand of fate strangled him at a good age, and in the end he would suffer these insults. Song Ru and I handed over the death certificate with a cold face, and said word by word in a round London accent: "Shosomerespect," and finally said a word with a "chest": "p1ea color." ”

Probably because of her resolute attitude, the customs quickly withdrew their hands. The blue eyes glanced at her, intentionally or unintentionally, before finally letting her go.

After more than ten hours of flight, Song Ru and I once again set foot on the land of Busang after eight years.

Ji Fan's home is in a deep alley, the old town of Busan, a typical family with small bridges and flowing water. Song Ru and I only stood on the bridge in front of their house for a few minutes, and then in accordance with his will, I sprinkled his ashes on the small bridge that he was talking about in his dying moments.

Ji Fan's parents died very early, and he didn't have any relatives in China, so his life was as if he had never existed. Song Ru finally took off the sunglasses that I had been wearing on the bridge of my nose, and silently said in my heart: "Goodbye, Ji Fan." ”

It's October 15th, and the golden autumn is deep yellow and bright, and pedestrians are leisurely and comfortable. The most famous auction house in the city of Bussan, "Sanshi", which specializes in one-of-a-kind auctions, will present to the world at 12 noon today the most representative self-healing work of the famous writer Mary West: "The Unfinished Portrait".

The city of Busan caused a sensation, and the spokesperson of "Sangshi" claimed that the "Unfinished Portrait" in this auction was a manuscript from the author's creative period, and it reappeared on the market after 80 years. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the book 'fans' of the murder of the 'female' king Agatha in the city, and everyone knows that this is the most appropriate book written by Agatha under another pseudonym to her real life.

And in this auction, the real person in charge behind "Sang Shi", the seventh son of the Sheng family in the city, will attend.

For a time, this auction was not only a feast in the field of art, but also a carnival that entertainment journalists in the city could not miss.

Sheng Congsu, the oldest and most powerful and intertwined son of the first family in the city, is undoubtedly the best news material for Yu Ji. The life experience and appearance that make the 'woman' and 'sex' scream, the 'sex' personality that is almost a mystery when she is silent and cold. And this time, he never appeared in any media, and this time he generously invited his only 'daughter' to invite media friends in the city.

At half past eleven, Song Ru stood in front of the "Sangshi" auction house. "Sangshi" is located in the garden area of Busang City, where the mystery of the "private" garden and the mystery of the unique auction are perfectly combined. From the 'gate' to the hall is a winding path with evergreen trees beside it.

Song Ru and I were wearing a simple sportswear, with no fat powder, like a freshman who graduated from college. The thin falling sunlight between the cracks in the trees fell on the side of her face, and she was 'mixed' in a group of people, not tall and outstanding, but with a turn of her face, her facial features were stunning and dazzling, which made people unforgettable.

Sheng Yang felt that Sheng Qi was really boring and not fun, and when he arrived in the lounge, he only knew to read a book. As soon as she got permission, she came out and jumped around like a rabbit in the crowd.

Her big eyes were so sharp that she only turned around in the crowd for a while, and then immediately turned around like a gust of wind, walked through the hall of the auction hall to the lounge in the middle, pulled her father's cuffs and chirped: "Seventh! Seventh! There's a beautiful sister outside! Would you like to come and see! ”

Sheng Congsu lowered his head, and quietly took away Sheng Yang's small hands. Sheng Yang saw that he didn't react, and immediately looked like a deflated ball, his small mouth pursed, and his big watery eyes didn't mention how pitiful he was.

Sheng Congsu stood there for a second, then squatted down expressionlessly and stretched out his hands. Sheng Yang immediately smiled like a sun 'flower', hugged her father very familiarly, and then commanded: "It's just outside, it should still be in line now." ”

All the way by, the staff was no longer surprised, and Sheng Qigongzi, who was tall and always silent, carefully held a little girl in his arms. A tailor-made suit from the city's old-school celebrity was unceremoniously used by the little girl to wipe her hands. The father and daughter really didn't know how much attention they attracted all the way, and others gave way.

There are also sharp-eyed people who praise: Sure enough, it is the first family in the city, and the clothes worth 7o yuan were ruined by children like this.

Song Ru was still replying to the company's personnel short message with my head down, and I didn't notice that there were two people standing in front of me for a while. And Sheng Congsu is tall, temperamental, and holding a quirky little girl in his arms, which attracted everyone's attention for a while, and everyone looked at this 'female' who was still bowing her head.

After I typed the last word, I told Yale-China that the HR department would be working 9-5 in three days. Before she could react, she was poked in the face by a little girl. She finally raised her head and saw Sheng Congsu and Sheng Yang at a glance.

The man was silent, his face was cold, and he slightly picked up a pair of delicate Danfeng eyes, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and they were extremely sharp. Then his eyes only lingered on her for a moment, and he immediately lowered his head to look at the 'girl' in his arms.

Sheng Yangwu looked at the beautiful sister in front of her with a smile to herself, she looked at it a few times and then giggled, turned back to her father and whispered: "Seventh, I'm not wrong, it's so beautiful that it looks a little like me!" ”

Sheng Congsu just patted Sheng Yang's face and said "um" as if he didn't have it.

Being watched like this, like a monkey, Song Ru's heart sank. The little girl who was held in his arms was obviously curious about her, but she was covered by Sheng Congsu's big hand, and she didn't just know how to smirk at herself.

Song Ru suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in my heart, and she tightened the bag in her hand.

"Old Seven, can you let me down?" The little girl finally knew how to speak.

Sheng Congsu has always responded to the words of the 'girl', and immediately put her down. Sheng Yang, who had been smirking and looking at Song Rume, had a smile like a sun' on his face, and suddenly disappeared. Her 'fine' little eyebrows and 'hair' quickly wrinkled, and she grabbed Song Ru's hand and was about to go inside.

has always done whatever he wants, and he is used to being pampered, Sheng Yang doesn't care that this is just a stranger, and he just pulls others away, which is very inappropriate.

The love in Song Ru's heart became more and more violent, like a rolling 'tide', rising and rising, until she was pressed to the point that she couldn't breathe at all.

Sheng Congsu followed the large and small figures in front, and soon, the hall sounded the music of the opening on the hour. In the slow sound of the violin, Song Ru heard Sheng Yang cautiously ask himself, "Mom, have you come back from aliens?" ”

The child's voice was so soft that it was almost impossible to hear in the thicker and thicker music. But the words of this little girl who did whatever she wanted entered Song Ru's ears word by word.

Her face sank, and she lowered her head and said, "Children, don't 'mess' with your mother." ”

Sheng Yang blinked at her.

"Also, it's rude to casually pull me in. You'll go find your dad later, okay? ”

It was the first time someone criticized her like this, but Sheng Yang, who had always been lawless, was not angry at all, but still blinked her beautiful eyes, pointed at Song Rume for a long time and said, "Don't you think our eyes look exactly the same?" ”

Song Ru and I were silent for a while, and at this time, there was a burst of warm applause in the hall. Before she could react, she heard the sweet voice of the little girl say to her, "The seventh is going to speak." ”

"Everyone, welcome to the auction that 'Santoki' is proud of. Please do not hesitate to give us your advice. He only said two words, and ended his short-lived appearance in the flash of the media.

Song Ru was "buzzing" in my head, the seventh son of the Sheng family was still the same style, and even the tone was still the same as before. The natural sense of superiority, the tone is slow and deep, and the feeling of disdain for superiority is really ......

It's disgusting.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl next to him clapped her hands vigorously. While pulling Song Ru's clothes, he said crisply: "Look! Look! Isn't the seventh very handsome?! ”

Song Ru pinched her fingertips little by little, and it wasn't until the tingling sensation in her heart hit her that she felt a little perverted pleasure. She just had a smile on the corner of her mouth, but she was suddenly grabbed by someone, and she just evacuated the crowd in a flash.

It was Sheng Congsu, who took her to the corner without saying a word. At this time, his always expressionless face finally had some 'color', and he smiled intriguingly: "You also know to come back." ”

"Mrs. Sheng, after so many years, what are you doing here?" Immediately afterward, he asked again, not without sarcasm.

Song Ru and I seem to have returned to that biting cold winter night many years ago, he also blocked her like this, and she will never forget the appearance of 'pressing' her step by step with the victory in her hand.

She was like a fish in her throat, and her nails were deeply embedded in the 'flesh' of her palm, itching and painful.

Song Ru finally smiled: "Of course I'm for the manuscript." I'm a fan of Agatha 'Woman'. ”

"Also, I'll be back." She paused, and her face raised: "By the way, I want to divorce you." ”

Her tone was so calm and light, and she also used the word "by the way", Sheng Congsu suddenly became full of interest - 27761 + dsuaahhh + 24o41819 - >