Song Rongyan blinked her beautiful and almost charming eyes and looked at Shen Zhouyi with a pleasing smile: "Isn't he my last relative? I can't do anything about it."

Shen Zhouyi held his eyes.

Song Rongyan seems to have a vicious tongue and does not take anyone seriously, but she is the most soft-hearted. Her parents have experienced those things, but her good education since childhood has always hidden a kindness in her bones.

She was just afraid.

Song Rongyan lived too tiring.

"Family?"

Shen Zhouyi walked forward, "When you were wandering in the black market, where was he hiding when your home was smashed and robbed?"

She is not very good at expressing her concern.

The exit is somewhat sharp.

Fortunately, Song Rongyan understood Shen Zhouyi, so she kept stolen her, "When I was a child, my uncle was so nice to me. When my father had nothing to do, he often gave me gifts and took me to play secretly. You know, my father was so busy at that time, and I had no mother since I was a child, so I only took me to an amusement park once. I was happy for a long time."

It's just that once.

This silly girl threw most of the money she earned from growing up and stepping on the thorns on the black-hearted uncle.

Shen Zhouyi stopped talking about anything.

Song Rongyan has lacked love since she was a child and wanted to seize this only bloody connection, which is also the last bit of comfort in her heart.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I'll refuse if I should. You are the one I'm dearest." Song Rongyan was afraid that Shen Zhouyi would be worried, so he poked her on the cheek, "I can't live now without you."

He died long ago in the black market and turned into a knife and fish meat.

Let others play with it to death.

"Come less."

Shen Zhouyi patted her hands, but still curled her lip helplessly.

When she met Song Rongyan.

It was her twelve years old and Song Rongyan's fourteen years old.

Thirteen years have passed since the blink of an eye.

Song Rongyan also fell into a memory.

The weather was quite cold that day.

Forget it or it rains.

Shen Zhouyi used her thin body to destroy most of the black market shop.

Think about the details at that time—

She couldn't help laughing.

Look, her light is in her arms.

"arrive."

After walking for a few minutes, I finally saw a plaque standing at the door that looked like a store but not a store.

Entered the courtyard.

Quite quiet.

There is a pastoral dog in the courtyard, chasing his tail and circling.

Song Rongyan glanced at him and looked at him secretly: Silly dog.

The retro decoration style of this house reflects the taste and style of the owner, which is particularly pleasing to the eye. There is a long corridor inside the courtyard, which leads directly to the innermost part.

A woman was soon greeted.

Plain clothes, about forty years old, the beauty still has the same charm.

She stepped forward and chuckled: "Come and make small objects?"

Shen Zhouyi nodded.

"Then come with me. There are still a few girls there at this time. There are not many people and they are quite quiet."

"The price is marked there, see which gears to be used for." The woman pointed to the handwritten price list over there, and the font was very beautiful.

The prices of raw materials vary.

What Chen Bufan said is indeed good.

The price is really expensive.

The lowest-end packages are all 7888.

The highest.

"Twenty-eight thousand?!" Song Rongyan next to him was already exclaiming, "No, I said, are you robbing openly?"

No wonder the store is open here.

Is it not convenient to close the door and slaughter people?

There was also that stupid dog outside.

The woman seemed to be used to this kind of exclamation, and she smiled faintly: "It may be that the charge is high, but any materials you use are real gold and silver. You can first look at the appearance, it doesn't matter."

Song Rongyan frowned: "That's quite expensive, I have to do it myself."

This money.

Can't buy ready-made ones?

Can you buy any luxury goods?

A woman smiles but doesn't say anything.

Shen Zhouyi didn't feel anything. The cuff in Chen Bufan's hand used was FL-level diamonds. What exactly does this store do?

"What's the matter? Why don't you have money to do here? Why do you think you're fat?"

Someone came out inside.

It's a young girl.

Shen Zhouyi raised his eyes.

It's not a coincidence.

She's seen this girl.

It was one of the ones I met in the cafeteria yesterday.

I don't know what it is called.

Jiang Yiyou swept it impatiently, Song Rongyan covered her tightly and couldn't see her face, but Shen Zhouyi looked at her for a while and suddenly remembered: "It's you?"

Then he laughed: "Who am I thinking I am? I pretended to be here again. I have a clear price tag, so why do I come in to do if I don't have money?"

Jiang Yiyou didn't like Shen Zhouyi.

This kind of calm and gentle look at people inexplicably seems to her as if she is just a fake noble person, pretending to be gentle and gentle green tea. When the rich second generation in their circle are all brainless? So easy to cling to?

She still feels angry. This woman is stumbled around the bush in the cafeteria and said that she is uneducated!

Shen Zhouyi's eyes were as light as autumn water, with almost no turbulence.

Song Rongyan next to him frowned, "Who is this idiot?"

When Jiang Yiyou heard this, he became angry: "Who are you talking about?"

"Yuyou! Don't mess around!"

Another voice came from inside, and another figure appeared. Compared with Jiang Yiyou, she showed the ladylike demeanor of a big family that was immersed in wealth and honor.

Lu Yuran did not apologize to Shen Zhouyi first this time.

Instead, he looked at the shopkeeper woman who had been standing there with a little apology and nervousness, "Aunt Liang, Youyou is straightforward and has no rules in her usual way. I hope she won't bother you."

The woman she called Aunt Liang is graceful and dignified, with a poetic smile, elegant posture, immersed in time, and beauty is in the character.

No one would look down on it.

Look at Lu Yuran's attitude.

Obviously, I was quite nervous about this woman's attitude.

Shen Zhouyi couldn't help looking at Aunt Liang again.

Aunt Liang didn't mind the conflict between the younger generations at all. She smiled faintly: "Not hindrance."

Lu Yuran then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She must not offend this woman.

She is the biological daughter of Mr. Liang, a flower bed in Gaihai.

However, Mr. Liang was glorious all his life, but his daughter did not inherit his legacy.
To be continued...