Chapter 12 is handed over to the account with one hand and delivered with the other

Song Qizhi also frowned: "Don't worry, can the garbage they send be the same as the treasure that the old immortal is desperately protecting?" When the things are obtained, let Song Ci hurry up and get out, and go far away, it's really boring to look at it. ”

And Song Xue outside the door smiled with satisfaction.

It is enough to have one of her daughters at home.

——

As soon as Song Ci entered the door, she saw Song Qizhi and Luo Xiang sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

"Yo? Today is the sun hitting the west and coming out? ”

Song Qizhi wanted to have a seizure, but was stopped by Luo Xiang.

Luo Xiang smirked and said, "Little porcelain, did you bring that thing?" ”

Song Ci blinked his eyes: "No." ”

Luo Xiang's expression was almost uncontrollable.

"Then, when can you bring the things, of course, if it's inconvenient, tell your dad where the location is, and let him get it."

Song Ci looked at Luo Xiang's smile that she was trying to squeeze out, and really wanted to remind her that it was too ugly.

"No need, when will you give me the household registration, and when will I give you the things."

Song Qizhi patted the sofa: "Okay, I'll take you to do it tomorrow morning, and bring me things in the afternoon." ”

Song Ci's eyes narrowed, and he smiled sweetly: "Okay." ”

As soon as Song Ci entered the room, he took out his mobile phone and sent the originally edited information.

Tomorrow, she wants to see the desperate faces of Song Qizhi and Luo Xiang with her own eyes, and when she thinks about it, she feels stimulated.

——

Sure enough, early the next morning, Song Qizhi took Song Ci to the police station and made Song Ci's household registration independent, Song Ci looked at his household registration book, and in another month, it would be her eighteenth birthday, and at that time, she would be able to completely leave the Song family.

It's a little exciting to think about.

Song Qizhi obviously saw it, he frowned tightly, and there was always a feeling of losing control.

But this thought flashed in a flash, and Song Qizhi didn't delve into it.

"Okay, I've got your account done, now I'm going to get something."

Song Ci smiled at Song Qizhi: "Dad, can you take me with you to see them off?" This is the last thing my grandfather left me, and I want to look at them more. ”

Song Qizhi just wanted to say why she had so many things, but after glancing at the time, he knew that it was really too late, and he got Song Ci's confirmation yesterday that he had made an appointment with Secretary Zhang.

Now Luo Xiang has sat down in Tianyuanju with Secretary Zhang, just waiting for him to bring his things over.

Song Qizhi: "Okay, but what about the things, where is it?" ”

Song Ci patted his bag that was still suffocating.

"Here's it."

Song Qizhi was stunned, although he had only seen those two jars when he was a child, but it was definitely not something that such a cloth bag could hold, he was angry and wanted to get angry, so he saw Song Ci open the backpack, and there were indeed two porcelain jars inside.

He's angry, this little slut got things back yesterday, and yesterday he was cheating on them.

But looking at Song Ci's still smiling face, he had to admit that this daughter was much better looking than when she first came back, but no matter how good-looking she was, she didn't raise her by herself, and her heart was really bad.

Song Qizhi took Song Ci to a private room full of antique restaurants, which could seat more than 20 people, and only two people were made at this moment.

Luo Xiang poured tea for a man who was over half a hundred years old and had some Mediterranean hair.

"Secretary Zhang, thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to guide us in our work."

Secretary Zhang waved his hand: "Is this also for the masses?" ”