"Hehe, Mr. Ji is so humorous."

Song Enxi felt that every time she saw Ji Huaimo, she felt like she had given up treatment.

Alas.

"I'm not kidding." A cold light flashed on Ji Huaimo's lenses, and he was extremely serious, "I don't know if Sister Song believes in her past life and this life?" ”

"Uh, boss, this kind of pickled girl stalk is very old-fashioned." Li Nan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't help but turn his head and complain.

Ji Huai glanced at him coldly, and almost strangled him to death.

How did he forget that there was such a person in the car!

"Get down!" Ji Huaimo's lips lifted, and only after Li Nan got out of the car did he use "Sichuan opera-style face change" to say gently, "I know this is very abrupt." But since that day you smashed my head in the alley, I often have a lot of strange memories in my head. Different scenes, but there are you inside. I know you don't believe it, but I'll prove it to you slowly. ”

Song Enxi was confused when she heard it, and felt that the male supporting role written by Luo Linlin was getting more and more strange.

can be thought of in the depths of his memory, vaguely speaking, as if he was facing Ji Huaimo again.

Song Enxi always felt that she had forgotten something very important.

Forget it, she really just wants to make money quickly, finish the plot with a blank face, and return to the real world, it doesn't matter if her ex-husband is not an ex-husband at all!

Ji Huaimo sent Song Enxi back to the gate of the apartment area. Song Enxi thanked him politely, and didn't pay attention to his words of proof, and walked straight to the building where he was.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the building, a girl in a sweatshirt flashed out.

Song Enxi immediately recognized that the other party's clothes and outfits were the people who followed him in the alley last time, and he grabbed his bag and became vigilant.

"It's me." The person who came was in her early twenties, and she looked like some kind of non-mainstream girl.

When someone pulled down the mask, Song Enxi couldn't recognize the other party.

Song Enxi stared at the other party's messy hair: "May I ask who you are?" ”

The other party felt anger come up all of a sudden, but for some reason, he pressed it down and reported his name again, "Song Qiqi." ”

Song Enxi thought about it, but still shook his head.

Song Qiqi was angry all of a sudden, her hands clenched into fists, and she stomped her feet: "I am your cousin, Song Qiqi." ”

Song Enxi only remembered who Song Qiqi was.

Her uncle's daughter. It has been almost ten years since Zhang Li remarried. When she broke off with Song Jiaen, this cousin was not yet ten years old, how could Song Enxi have an impression of this person.

Moreover, as early as when their eldest uncle Song Guohua transferred his debts to loan sharks and used various price reductions to buy their house, the two families broke off and never got along. Song Enxi didn't think it was good to have anything to say to Song Qiqi in front of her.

She turned around and tried to get into the corridor, but Song Qiqi stopped her again.

"Hey, you guy, why are you so rude? Don't you feel awesome because you make money? Song Qiqi said politely.

Song Enxi rolled her eyes, and heard Song Qiqi say something even more mysterious to her.

"I'm telling you, my friend and I are my cousin. The supermarket you owned, we used to eat ice cream without money and without queuing. We'll go over tomorrow, and you can arrange it. Also, I don't have any money on me, you give me some. ”

Then, Song Qiqi stretched out her hand, feeling embarrassed at all