Sheng Fang took over the funeral home in the East District, which always seemed a bit inexplicable and weird to Soning.

She remembered that day in the mall, the eldest young master said, 'I am not only a small belly, but also a good look'.

But, it's not always because of the little friction with her, so I took this place down specifically to be a counterpart, right?

This thought flashed, and was immediately thrown out of the clouds by Soning.

That's what people who have to be idle and hurt to do this kind of thing.

However, it is foreseeable that now that the position is so convenient, it is even more impossible for Young Master Sheng to give her good fruits to eat.

I couldn't think about it in detail, and that afternoon, I came to work.

When Soning arrived at the place, he found that it was a little boy who didn't look very old.

Those who are sick and walk away have no two catties of flesh left on their bodies, the bones everywhere are clearly visible, and the needles of various sizes are all over the body. The skin is pale and translucent, with only a pair of jet-black eyelashes, which are unusually conspicuous.

He's a pretty kid.

A faint discomfort rippled through Soning's chest.

She closed her eyes, tried to steady herself, and after a moment took the makeup case from the side, gently opened the lid, and took out the tools she wanted to use.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, a layer of fine sweat broke out in her palms, and the tingling sensation on her hands slowly spread.

At that moment, the door to the dressing room opened, and a light light came in, hitting Sonin in the face.

"Do you want to find someone to replace you?" Director Zhang stepped in from outside the door and asked with concern.

The corners of Sonin's mouth twitched, and he shook his head, "It's okay, okay." ”

She looked at Director Zhang as she spoke, only to find that there was someone next to him.

Suits and leather shoes, well-dressed grand.

Soning raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from the corner of his forehead, and secretly adjusted his breathing, trying to make the movements of his hands as smooth as possible.

The child's eyebrows had fallen out from chemotherapy, and Soning traced them on his brow bone one by one, imagining how energetic he used to be.

According to the data, he is twelve years old, probably because of his perennial illness, and his height is only eight or nine years old.

Eight or nine years old...

Soning's hand trembled.

Director Zhang didn't bear it in the end, he rolled up his sleeves, turned on the faucet, washed his hands, and then walked to Soning.

"I'll do it."

Soning grinned, showed a wry smile, and didn't insist anymore, "Thank you, Zhang." ”

Director Zhang took the eyebrow pencil in her hand and waved his hand, "Let's go out." ”

She nodded and walked away.

The June sun was scorching, and Soning looked up, but it was pitch black in front of him for a moment.

Her eyes were swollen and aching, and her throat was choking like it was about to burst.

The boy's face, slowly overlapping with the other face in his mind, finally smiled at her, cried at her, and shouted at her:

Sister, the water is too cold, the water is too cold......

Soning finally ran to the side uncontrollably, vomiting loudly, as if he wanted to vomit out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys before he would give up.

She touched the old wound on her wrist, and picked at it with her fingertips, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and finally found a trace of life.

I'm sorry...

It's true......

I'm so sorry for you.

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After writing the report, I was busy with the things at hand.

It was already past nine o'clock in the night.

The noodles that Sonin brought back from the cafeteria were all hard lumps, so she took some water from the water dispenser, flicked them with chopsticks, and ate them.

When Sheng Fang came out of the office, he saw such a scene.

Soning poked the lump of noodles and was sending it to his mouth.

The eldest young master has been dressed and eaten since he was a child, not to mention eating this thing, it will be disgusting at a glance.

He locked the door and slowly paced to Sonin's desk, leaning his long straight legs against the desk.

Soning glanced up at him and swallowed the noodles in his mouth, "Mr. Sheng? ”

Sheng Fang glanced at her bowl of dark eggplant noodles and moved it to the side, "Xiao Suo, do you know why I took over here?" ”

"I don't know."

"Take a guess."

"I'm not interested in guessing." Soning reached out and took a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, and moved, "But Sheng is always a civilized person, so he shouldn't do anything out of the ordinary." ”

Sheng Fang raised his feet and hooked the stool next to him, and his feet were casually put together, ruffian and lazy.

"Civilized people? I'm not. He paused and leaned over slightly, "But I don't have any other purpose, you can rest assured." ”

Then, before Soning could respond, the eldest young master followed behind.

"I just want to make it difficult for you."

Sonin was stunned for a few seconds, and he overturned the overly human speculation of the morning.

There are really people who are idle and do this.

"Mr. Sheng is joking."

Sheng Fang lowered his head and smiled in a low voice: "Am I joking? ”

"......" is not quite like it.

"If you're afraid, just say it, Young Master Ben will definitely let you go."

Soning snorted unconsciously, closed the lid on the finished lunch box, and stood up, almost at the same height as Sheng Fang.

She looked directly at him and said slowly, "This is a serious place, you better not mess around." ”

"Do I want to mess up? What can you do with me? Sheng Fang's tone was provocative, "Are you leaving?" ”

Sonin raised his lips and smiled: "You think too much, I won't leave." ”

Sheng Fang stretched out his hand in front of her, snapped his fingers, expressed his satisfaction, and stared at her intently, as if to find some clues on her face.

After a long silence, he played with the taste: "Xiao Suo, I'm really invulnerable to you." ”

He tilted his head slightly, just in time to see the group photo in the frame on Soning's desk.

The little girl is Sonin unmistakable, a little boy with an inch head......

Between the electric light and stone fire, there is a strange association.

"Your reaction in the dressing room this afternoon must have something to do with this kid."