I don’t know whether the driver was drunk or frightened, but the white car made a big turn and almost hit the sidewalk.
But the driver's skills were obviously not bad, and he avoided it in time when he was about to hit him.
It seemed like it was just an ordinary accident that was nipped in the bud. The young men looked at it as if it were a joke and then looked away.
But Yu Yao's expression became a little more solemn.
He had seen this car in Sijiucheng.
At that time, he went to attend a banquet. When he went out to get some fresh air, he accidentally saw Yu Xiheng getting out of the car.
Because it is inconvenient to travel, Yu Xiheng has many cars.
Yu Yao raised his head and looked over again, and happened to see someone opening the car window and peeking his head in.
Obviously, it's a girl.
He narrowed his eyes.
Will there be a woman in Yu Xiheng’s car?
This is simply more impossible than the Yu family being able to enter the Free Continent.
It can only be a misunderstanding.
It is also common to have similar cars.
Besides, it’s impossible for Yu Xiheng to come to the city.
Yu Yao chewed a cigarette and didn't care much anymore: "Maybe it's some upstart who just bought a car."
"It makes sense. I guess I just want to show off on the street before I can list my car." Young Master responded, "But his car is not very good. It only costs 900,000 yuan at most. A nouveau riche is a nouveau riche, and we are
There’s no comparison.”
Aristocratic families look down on rich families, and rich families look down on nouveau riche. The chain of contempt in the celebrity circle has always been like this.
The young master smiled again and went to hook Yu Yao's shoulder: "Ah Yao, I forgot to ask you that day. Are you here to find medicine for Miss Ji this time?"
Mentioning this name, Yu Yao's expression softened a bit: "Well, she is in poor health and takes a lot of medicine. There are not many medicines left in Sijiu City. I have asked people to prepare several carts of medicinal materials. When we arrive,
It’s time to send it back.”
"Ah Yao, don't worry." Young Master said, "Miss Ji is auspicious and her illness will definitely be cured."
Yu Yao responded with a smile, as if he remembered something, his expression became a little calmer: "Is she going to attend Mr. Zuo's funeral?"
"Oh, you said Si Fuqing, she wants to participate." The young master nodded, "But I heard that when she went to the funeral parlor, she not only refused to pay homage, but also maliciously disturbed Mr. Zuo's coffin."
"Tsk, after all it was Mr. Zuo who raised her, right? She is really hopeless."
When Yu Yao heard this, his expression turned cold: "Don't let her touch me then."
"Don't worry, the arrangements will be made." Young Master patted his chest and promised, "She will have nothing to do with the Zuo family after the funeral. With her status, it will be difficult for her to see you in the future."
Not everyone can enter the circle of Sijiucheng.
**
Half past eleven noon.
Feng San parked the car in front of a local restaurant.
All three of them had put on masks and wore ordinary clothes, no different from passers-by.
The proprietress of the local restaurant is very enthusiastic and the food is served very quickly.
"You are really fragrant and plump." Si Fuqing said to a plate of roast duck, "My dream in life is to eat you every day, and I'm going to do it."
Feng San: "..."
Is your dream in life to eat roast duck every day?
This is too casual!
He became increasingly confused about Si Fuqing's mind.
Yu Xiheng's diet was light, and she only ordered clear soup and a few snacks.
He propped up his chin and glanced at Si Fuqing through the tea mist, who was eating duck meat with puffy cheeks.
I thought casually that when I eat, I look like a little fox.
"Boss, I'm going to take a look around." Si Fuqing finished eating and blinked, "I'll buy you some medicine."
She said that wanting to treat Yu Xiheng was not a whim.
After all, there are not many diseases in this world that she considers to be incurable diseases.
Yu Xiheng nodded: "Go."
"Need to reimburse."
"Um."
Si Fuqing then left happily.
Yu Xiheng put down the tea cup and raised his head: "Go and pay."
Feng San: "..."
Although it is true that he has the bank card on him, but comparing the before and after, the difference is too big, right?!
**
night.
hotel.
Feng San found out everything and walked in quietly: "Brother Jiu, Miss Si said she will be back soon."
Yu Xiheng was reading a book and just nodded slightly when he heard this.
Seeing that there was nothing to do, Feng San thought for a moment, then quietly took out his phone and opened the video software.
Since he learned that Si Fuqing served as a mentor in "Youth", he collected a lot of information.
However, some proper nouns and abbreviations in the entertainment industry bothered him, and he couldn't learn them even after studying for a long time. It was more tiring than asking him to practice martial arts.
The theme song of "Youth" sounded, and the high pitch exploded instantly. Feng San was so frightened that he immediately pressed the mute button.
But it's too late.
Yu Xiheng raised his eyes: "What are you looking at?"
Feng San was so excited that he broke out in a cold sweat: "...I'm watching Miss Si's show."
It's over. He didn't do his job properly during work and watched talent shows. He was going to be kicked back by Ninth Brother.
Unexpectedly, Yu Xiheng raised his chin slightly: "Let's project it on the screen and watch it."
Feng San: "???"
He double-checked that it was not his ears that were broken, and after being in a daze for a while, he turned on the projector and connected it to his cell phone.
Dense barrage instantly filled the screen.
【Brother Yan, I’m here!】
[Brother Yan is always awesome. He has dumped someone by 10 million votes. Who is the last C position? You still haven’t counted in your mind? 】
[Oh, I’m so annoyed. I have to see Si Fuqing again. Can you reduce the number of scenes of her? I don’t want to see her!]
[When will Si Fuqing die? If it weren’t for her, my brother’s popularity would be worse?]
Half of the barrage was praising Lu Yan, and the other half was madly scolding Si Fuqing.
"I'll turn off the barrage right now." Feng San frowned, "Brother Ninth, I've searched and found that these people are called keyboard warriors. They are all brainless and dirty people."
"No need." Yu Xiheng said, "Watch."
His expression remained motionless, but his eyes slowly dimmed.
When Feng San heard what Yu Xiheng said, it didn't matter.
[Come, come, let’s see how Si Fuqing made a fool of herself.]
[Every time I see Si Fuqing in the program, I always feel torn. I don’t want to see her ugly face, but I also want to see her make a fool of herself.]
[Isn’t anyone curious about her without makeup? When can she take off her makeup? Is she really so ugly that she can’t be seen in public?]
The barrage has been in a state of ridicule while watching the show.
But when Si Fuqing gave Makino an "F" rating, fans exploded.
[Si Fuqing, are you really going to get out of here? How did you ruin a good talent show? 】
[Brother Mu is good at fighting, but he can’t sing or dance. Si Fuqing, why do you give me an F? 】
[Today Si Fuqing cannot give a reason, so I will send her something bloody [smile][smile]]
On the screen, the girl turned the microphone with a calm expression.
[Si Fuqing was about to answer and smiled, let me see what you say.]
【Attention ahead!】
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