Song Yi hurriedly caught up: "You said you were going out just now, where are you going?" ”

Fang Zongtang said as he walked: "Look at the prices, take a look around, and see what has changed in the ten years since I left." ”

The two walked to the restaurant, and there were six men outside, holding notebooks, busy estimating the price.

From large pieces of furniture to small soap boxes for soap, she didn't let go, and she twitched the corners of her mouth when she saw it.

"It's like sticking a seal on the door!" She had seen the court seize the property before, except that there was no sticker on the thing, which was not much different from this.

Song Yi's face was calm, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of scene: "They are busy with theirs, let's eat ours." ”

She subconsciously reached out to take the buns on the plate, and Song Yi's chopsticks just happened to be handed to her.

Fang Zongtang raised his eyebrows and looked at his right hand, although she had not gone to school seriously, but what she should learn, her grandfather did not fall behind to teach her.

Where there are chopsticks, she never reaches for the buns.

What does this mean?

It shows that in the ten years since she disappeared, she has had a very hard life, and she has no chopsticks for her.

"Little pomegranate, I may have suffered for ten years." This is also verified by calluses in the palms.

Song Yi's eyes flashed with emotion, and he stuffed the chopsticks into her hand.

"Eat, it's all over, and you'll never leave again."

She was just about to speak when an appraiser came.

"Mr. Song, can we go in that room?" The appraiser pointed to the room where Fang Zongtang lived.

The latter immediately blew up her hair, and didn't want to put her things on the stickers. As soon as she was about to speak, Song Yi took the lead.

"I don't need that room."

Appraiser: "Okay. ”

Song Yi smiled and looked at the person who seemed to be facing a great enemy: "Don't worry, no one dares to worry about you." ”

Fang Zongtang was vigilant, she had a feeling in her heart that Song Yi was the kind of person who could sell her with a smile.

Of course, if he dared to do that, don't blame her for being ruthless and revenge ten times over.

Two three fresh buns, a bowl of white porridge, after eating, she went into the house to bring the money and things that could be realized.

There are not many things, but they are scattered, there are brand-name bags that are not used, who would carry rags around like a fool, making it clear that the hillbilly makes people lower the price.

She marked the window at the door, and then opened the door.

"Little pomegranate, I'll go out. Isn't there still someone from the bank coming in a moment? You wait at home! ”

Song Yi paused as he walked out and explained, "You don't have to wait, someone at home is watching." ”

Outside the door, the nanny stood in a row, and the bodyguard stood in a row, she looked left and right, twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "Aren't you busy?" ”

Song Yi: "I'm not busy these days. ”

She didn't believe it!

"Okay, I'm going to buy something in a while, and I just don't need one to pay."

Song Yi hurriedly caught up and walked to her side.

Yesterday it was Cadillac, today it's Lincoln.

She glanced at the car sign and subconsciously estimated the value.

"Do you have a lot of cars?"

Song Yi said while driving the door: "A lot, when you come back, I'll take you to the garage to have a look." ”

"Okay, I just happened to learn how to drive." After she sat in, Song Yi also sat down.

"Little pomegranate, tell me about the price changes in the past ten years, right?" Fang Zongtang put the bag aside and said.

Song Yi reported the address of the department store to the driver, and began to talk to Fang Zongtang.

From a bowl of wontons to gold, silver and jewelry, Song Yi knew what she wanted to hear the most.

There are two more days to be the death day of Grandpa, she hasn't come back for ten years, and she wants to be grand.