And now Song Jin won't often mess with them, but he thinks that such a sharp-toothed and thick-skinned Song Jin is even more difficult to deal with than the previous Song Jin!

Before they could say a word, she could say a hundred sentences, and she didn't know how to refute them, and there was an old lady behind her to support her, for fear that if she scolded her, or said something serious, she would cry and go to the old lady to complain.

If the old lady is so angry that she goes to the hospital again, the Zhu family will really be restless today.

Zhu Suiyu and Zhu Suiyun glanced at each other, obviously thinking so.

It's not that they are filial, they just don't want to cause more trouble and make trouble for themselves.

Zhu Suiyun and Zhu Suiyu are both people with a strong sense of time, and what must be done during this time period, they will complete it on time.

The Zhu family only has this one studio, if they really leave in order to avoid Song Jin, they will have to push the things that are in the back.

It's really not a good deal.

Zhu Suiyun silently lowered his palms and cleared his palms, with a sneer on his lips.

Song Jin looked at the blood in his palm and was a little nervous, although he didn't know who was the target of the mission, but maybe he would know by tasting the blood, and this opportunity to bleed was really rare.

Her heart moved slightly, and before she stepped forward to help him bandage him cheekily, she saw Zhu Suiyun raise her eyes and look at her, and said calmly: "It's okay to let you stay here, just stand at the door, dare to come over and I will immediately let people drive you out!" ”

"You ......"

Song Jin wanted to say, "You are a strong man's difficulty", but suddenly, her soul was repairing rapidly for some reason, and she frowned slightly in astonishment.

Was it because she had been in this room for a long time, which caused the aura of the mission target to become stronger, so her soul was repaired so quickly?

Or is it actually because of the blood that Zhu Suiyun shed?

Although she didn't swallow the blood, the breath that spread when the blood flowed out could be touched by her soul.

As soon as she entered this room, she felt that the aura in the room was very strong and strong, and it just so happened that Zhu Suiyun's hand had been injured once before.

There are still blood-stained cotton cloths in the trash cans, and the breath in the blood is much richer than the breath emanating from the skin.

Song Jin faintly felt that Zhu Suiyun was likely to be the target of the mission, but he was not sure.

What if Zhu Suiyu also bleeds?

Her eyes fell on Zhu Suiyu, who was sitting on the sand to process documents, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, very elite, with a cold face, because his limbs were tightly wrapped, she couldn't see whether he was injured or not.

It seems that to be accurate, she will have to stay alone in a room with them to try.

Sensing that the soul was being repaired in a steady stream, Song Jin stopped being a demon.

Sitting directly on the ground against the door, fortunately there was a thick and soft carpet on it, but she didn't feel cold, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, gave Zhu Shasha a few text messages, and began to bury her head in the game.

The quiet, silent appearance that did not make any sound surprised the two brothers a little.

Zhu Suiyun was closer to Song Jin, and raised his eyes slightly to look at her, and his dark and deep eyes did not have any ups and downs.

Song Jin didn't raise her head as Cheng was, even though she knew that the other party's eyes were on her, and her fingers were slicing around the screen to cut the fruit, as steady as a dog.

Zhu Suiyun looked at it for a while, pursed his lips, and then took his gaze back.

I've lost my memory.

He believed.

But so what.

It's still annoying, isn't it.