If Yuelan Jewelry and Jingcheng Real Estate were in Si Fuqing's hands, they would be ruined within a year.
Si Fuqing is a loser. If he is not good at writing or military, how can he manage a company?
It would be useless in her hands.
Mrs. Zuo was convinced when she heard this. She found Si Fuqing's mobile phone number and dialed it immediately.
When Si Fuqing received the call, she was bargaining with the owner of the hardware store: "Boss, it's cheaper. Your pliers are a little rusty here. Five yuan doesn't stop you from making money."
The boss saw that the canvas shoes she was wearing were turning white, and she was a little girl again. He waved helplessly: "Okay, okay, take it, take it."
Si Fuqing finally spent fifty yuan to buy a bunch of tools, and her first bargaining gave her a sense of accomplishment.
So when her phone rang, she picked it up without looking.
"Si Fuqing, please come back later." On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Zuo spoke with a bit of condescension, "I have something to discuss with you at home, and it has to do with your grandfather."
"You want me to come over? That's okay." Si Fuqing lifted her hair and smiled, "Please, I'll go back."
There was a "bang" sound from the phone, and then it cut off and turned into a series of "beep beeps".
Si Fuqing blocked his number and said calmly, "That's all I have."
She put her phone in her pocket and closed her eyes.
The fact that the Zuo family would let her go back at this time must be related to Mr. Zuo's will, and I'm afraid they gave her a lot of things.
She suspected that Mr. Zuo did not die normally.
But at the same time, she was also surprised as to why Mr. Zuo was so kind to her.
She needed to find a reason to see Mr. Zuo's body.
Si Fuqing leaned against the wall, looked at the sky and thought. After some time, she heard a surprised voice calling her: "Miss Si?"
She turned around and saw a black car parked in front of her.
The window rolled down and Feng San sat in the driver's seat.
He saw a pile of hardware props carried on Si Fuqing's back, including a hammer, and was silent for a second: "Miss Si, are you here?"
"Oh." Si Fuqing sighed, "Looking at the scenery from this sad place, I even wanted to recite a poem for a moment. It's a shame."
Feng San: "..."
"Don't worry about me." Si Fuqing waved her hand towards him, "Let me be sad for a while longer."
Before Feng San could speak, the rear door opened.
The man is wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he is tall and tall.
He sat quietly in the back seat, with mottled light and shadow falling on his straight nose bones, exuding an aura of luxury and dignity that was a bit unreal.
Yu Xiheng looked sideways at her and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Get in the car."
Si Fuqing turned his head, and two seconds later, he ran over happily and put the purchased tools into the trunk of the car: "Boss, you are so kind."
If you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard.
The fat sheep have all been delivered to her door, and it would be a sin if she didn't pick them up.
The back seat was huge. Si Fuqing was sitting on the other side, half a meter away from Yu Xiheng, but he could feel his strong presence.
There was a very faint moonlit cinnamon fragrance on his body, which was refreshing and pleasant, and slowly wrapped her up.
Just like himself, he is low-key and mysterious.
Yu Xiheng closed her eyes: "Do you have work tomorrow?"
"Ah? That's right." Si Fuqing pointed to the promotion on the advertising screen in front, "I'm a mentor here."
On the advertising screen was a promotion for "Youth", with Lu Yan occupying the C position, followed by Xie Yu.
After the photos of several popular trainees were played, it was the mentor group.
Si Fuqing's makeup to kill Matt became a mudslide among the four instructors.
Feng San's forehead twitched: "Miss Si, you don't even take off your makeup when you go on the show?"
Everyone else wanted to make themselves look like gods, so why did Si Fuqing make herself look more and more uglier?
"No." Si Fuqing held his chin and said slowly, "Isn't it enough to please the boss? Can anyone else give me money?"
Feng San's expression changed, her heart was in her throat, she was afraid that Si Fuqing's people would be gone in the next second.
Unexpectedly, Yu Xiheng just opened his eyes, glanced at her briefly, and said nothing.
indeed.
Whether it was during his 27 years as Emperor Yin or now, the beauties he had seen were not as good as Si Fuqing.
She also has a kind of magic power that can make him relax with just two or three words.
Although thousands of years have passed since that urgent war era, his nerves are still tense even now.
But what she said that day actually gave him a rare sleep.
Promotional pictures were still playing on the advertising screen, and Si Fuqing clicked his tongue: "What nonsense are these days? How can you enter the entertainment industry with such little ability?"
Feng San: "..."
Are you scolding yourself?
Si Fuqing looked at the fans taking photos in front of the advertising screen and recalled her past events.
When she was playing in Glen, the actors around her had to have good acting skills and good looks.
They are all busy honing their acting skills, so where can they find the time to engage in marketing?
That was an era where strength spoke for itself.
Fighting between gods, peak showdown.
Why is it that in the past three years since she left, the entertainment industry has retreated instead of advancing?
She has been experimenting for too long, and she has indeed not acted or sang for a long time, and she still misses it a bit.
"Boss." Si Fuqing suddenly turned his head and said with great interest, "Shall I sing a majestic song for you?"
Feng San, who was driving, was confused: "What is majestic? A war song?"
Yu Xiheng raised his eyes, his dark pupils were deep, and his tone was mixed with emotion and anger, but with a cold tone: "Drive well."
Feng San: "???"
What did he do?
Feng San was surprised.
He drove with one hand and carefully typed the words "powerful and dignified" on his mobile phone with the other hand.
I accidentally saw the sentence "I want to ask for more".
A bright and beautiful song.
Feng San's face stiffened: "..."
He silently put away his cell phone and drove seriously.
**
After returning to the small apartment, Si Fuqing received a call from Zuo's family again.
This time it was Zuo Xianyu who made the call. She said softly: "Fu Qing, please come back. It's really an emergency. If it can be solved well, you can make whatever conditions you want."
"Grandpa will be buried soon, and he doesn't want to see you in such a miserable state."
Si Fuqing crossed her legs with a lazy smile on her lips: "Can I make any conditions?"
The people of the Zuo family really wanted her to die.
Last time I cut her wrists, but this time I don't want to behead her?
Zuo Xianyu was still gentle: "Yes, Fu Qing, my family is waiting for you. If you are free, let's have dinner together tonight."
After two or three sentences, the call ended quickly. Zuo Tianbei couldn't wait to ask: "How was it?"
Zuo Xianyu frowned: "She agreed to come."
"Okay, Xianyu, you really succeeded in your attempt." Zuo Tianbei was very pleased, "Be ready to give up the inheritance agreement, and let her sign it when she comes."
Is Si Fuqing worthy of taking things from the Zuo family?
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Feng San: The eternal victim tool
Qingqing: I am favored!
Yu Xiheng:Yeah
Wow, look at the male protagonist's scenes in this book, the other three combined can't compare to 2333