Chapter 181 Chapter 50: My family artist has changed again.

Then, looking at the girl in front of him apologetically, he sighed and turned to go downstairs.

Wait until the front of the door is clean.

Si Ruan, who returned to the room with a teacup, continued to flip through the picture album while drinking tea slowly.

It wasn't until her phone buzzed that she put down the album and connected the phone.

"Hello?"

I didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, so she looked down and groaned.

"Okay, got it."

When the words fell, she hung up the phone, tilted her head, and muttered.

"Feng Han ran away."

？？

The system was shocked and said incredibly:

Can you still run like that? He's amazing, too!

"Well, that's pretty impressive."

All the evidence is conclusive, and he was basically beaten to death in prison.

But I didn't expect that before he could reach half a day, he escaped, isn't it amazing?

But.

She took her phone and poked it at it, staring at the little red dot that didn't push.

The system leaned over and looked at the little red dot and folded.

This is?

"Seal the cold."

……

The corners of its mouth twitched, a little speechless.

When did you put a position on him?

"In the RV, when he was knocked unconscious."

Si Calm Ruan, who didn't think there was anything wrong with pretending to be on someone else, said slowly:

"He's so unbehaved, he must be going to make it bad, so in order to find him conveniently, I got one on his necklace."

……

For a while, the system was a little sympathetic to Feng Han.

Such a powerful means, but still can't turn over the five finger mountains of its host, can only flutter underneath, and Su Ming feels very pitiful.

It's the same as it.

Thinking like this, the system sighed faintly.

So, what are you going to do?

"How?"

She looked down and dialed the demon spirit as a matter of course.

"Call the police, I said that I want him to think about it in prison, and when he makes up for the missing years, he will clean it up, well, educate him to be a good person."

…… Don't think you changed your words so quickly, I didn't hear that cleanup!

The system has a black line.

Despair has arisen about the task of this world.

No, it's wrong, it didn't hold much from the start.

After all, receiving the refined light of the task object or something, it is the simple and rude of its host, and even in order to save trouble, it skips the plot directly from the beginning and goes straight to the end.

How many eliminations do you think it can hold?

The heart sighed, it didn't want to speak anymore.

And, Feng Han, who had just used the means and escaped, ran on the front foot, and the police car on the back foot was chasing with a whining.

It's like a wolf seeing a rabbit, and wherever he goes, he can smell and find him.

After tossing back and forth for several months, Feng Han was finally forced to the point where there was no way out.

Decadent and falling, amazingly thin, but the momentum is undiminished, and there is a kind of cold sealing of the spirit of a lonely king.

At this time, standing on the beach, listening to the whining police car behind him, with his hands in his pockets, he looked indifferently at the port where the waves were crashing.

Until someone shouted at him with a weapon.

He turned sideways and looked at them.

The waves in the distance were noisy, the car lights were shining in front of them, and the young man, who was a little embarrassed, but still stood up, swept his eyebrows and eyes over them.

Then speak slowly:

"I can tell you who is behind me to help me escape, but, I want to see someone-"

Whereas.

At this time, the artist who was pointing at his nose by Ji Da's economic popularity, innocently folded, and said slowly:

"I really don't want to film anymore."

！！

Ji Qiluo's heart hurt, and he poked the forehead of an artist regardless of it, gritted his teeth and said:

"Who agreed not long ago to let me take on a few more plays for you so that you can earn pocket money!? It's only been a few days, have you changed your mind again? Feng Mingshu, what are you playing?! ”

"No—"

Si Yi rubbed his red head and said seriously:

"I'm not short of money now, so I don't have to take on the show, well, by the way, I don't want to act."

"What?!"

"What?!"

Ji Qiluo exclaimed, and the little assistant who pushed the door in the door almost knocked over the milkshake in his hand.

Frightened, I ran over, I couldn't believe it.

"Shu, Ashu, why don't you suddenly want to act? Don't you love acting? Why—"

"Hmm-"

The artist folded his account and was about to speak, but his mobile phone rang.

She took out her phone, glanced at the unfamiliar number on it, and clicked on it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is it Miss Feng?"

"It's me."

"Uh, that's the case, what, Feng Han found it, but he is willing to confess and be lenient until he wants to see you, I wonder if you have time to meet him?"

"Well, yes."

Si Yi nodded, hung up the phone, stood up, and walked out.

Let Ji Qiluo, who was confused, and the little assistant grab her, and said vigilantly:

"What are you going for?"

"Why don't you do it—"

The artist folded, looked at the two people who were guarding her against escaping like thieves, and said solemnly:

"The police said that Feng Han only confessed to leniency when he wanted to see me, so I just went to see people, not to run-"

"Huh-"

Who knows, Ji Qiluo pulled her mouth without smiling, stared at her faintly, and said coldly:

"In the last scene, who was the one who released the pigeons and said that they suddenly stopped filming? A few days ago, who was the variety show that couldn't find anyone? ”

“……”

Si Yi was silent, innocently looked at Ji Da Economist, who gritted his teeth, groaned, and said suspiciously:

"Is there one? I don't remember. ”

System:......

The faceless host's skin is getting thicker and thicker!

Assistant: "......"

Auntie, you're really not good at lying, so it's okay to have an innocent expression, but don't look at it!

Ji Qiluo: "......"

I believe in your wickedness!!

So, Ji Da Economist and the little assistant, who didn't plan to let go of the artist, tied her up to see Feng Han together.

When Si Ruan appeared on the shore of the port, the man whose eyebrows were so light that they blended with the night looked at her and actually smiled.

The face of the blade, the cold temperament, the man who is as cold as the king, this smile is like an ice cream flower that suddenly blooms on the glacier.

Cold and glamorous.

However, Si Yiyi looked at him as usual, and the account was folded.

"Looking for me?"

"Hmm."

He nodded, took two steps forward, but was guarded by several people.

He paused, stood there and didn't move, looking at the girl who was stabbed white by the lights of the police car, and there was a rare soft color in her expression.

"A few days ago, Feng Qingju came to me, and he said that I am not his child and have no blood relationship with the Feng family, what do you think?"

Si Ruan's eyes were a little unclear, and he wanted to say something.

Just watched him not answer.

And Feng Han smiled.

"I went to confirm that I am indeed not Feng Qingrui's child, but, it's too late-"

Feng Qingwan was too late, he knew too late.

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