Song Qianqian's back was completely pressed against Shang Chao's chest.
As soon as he spoke, the deep magnetic resonance in his chest sensitively reached her ears, "I just want to wipe it off for you."
Song Qianqian didn't like to get too close to others, and her eyebrows were twisted into caterpillars.
Does he want to help her wipe her with this posture, or does he want to take advantage of her?
Why does Master’s face appear on this perverted old man?!
"Let me go!" Her tone was very bad.
If they hadn't wanted to cooperate in the future, Song Qianqian would have really wanted to kick Shang Chao when he let go.
"I'm loose, don't move." Shang Chao was also helpless and could feel her rejection of him.
This was a huge failure for him. After all, the word "Shang Dynasty" looked like a god to anyone in Haicheng.
But it just doesn't work with her. Every time she wants to establish a better image, it backfires?
After letting go of her and looking at her like a cat with its claws exposed, Shang Chao kept his distance, "It's stained with blood."
This time I didn't dare to do it directly, but gave her another wet wipe.
Song Qianqian tried to wipe it by herself, but failed to wipe it in the right place after two attempts.
"Shall I do it?" the man asked tentatively.
She acquiesced.
Shang Chao took the wet wipe and asked her to turn her head slightly.
The slender white neck was exposed, and a trace of blood was like a charming trace in the white snow.
The distance was a bit close, and Shang Chao once again smelled the light and strange fragrance on her body. To this day, he can't describe what kind of perfume it belongs to.
However, he likes to smell it and is even addicted to it.
After wiping away the blood, Shang Chao's fingertips touched the skin on her neck. It was so delicate and smooth that he instantly felt as if his heart was being rubbed by goose feathers, and it was extremely itchy.
Song Qianqian saw the red color wiped off the wipes, so she didn't say anything.
More than twenty minutes later, she got out of the car.
The car continued to drive forward.
"Seventh Master." Uncle Zeng glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, "The martial arts field has monitored it."
Shang Chao collected his thoughts and said "Yeah".
Sure enough, two seconds later, the surveillance video was transmitted to his mobile phone.
Shang Chao re-read the part where she took action and said, "Have someone wipe it clean completely."
Uncle Zeng: "Yes."
Just as he was about to put away his phone, he frowned, turned the video forward, and then slowed down the playback, and saw the flash of snow-white light and shadow.
Shang Chao squinted his eyes slightly, then went back again, doubling and slowing down.
This time, he saw clearly, a... white fox?
It jumped out of thin air from the bamboo umbrella she never left her hand! After attacking Paper, it merged into the umbrella again.
Shang Chao asked abruptly: "Is this the original video?"
Uncle Zeng nodded, "Yes, it just came over."
If it was transmitted in such a short time, there must be no time to do any processing.
The man's expression became dark and obscure, and he was silent for a while.
He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.
But when I think about it carefully, after meeting her, it is obvious that she is very different from the rumored Song Qianqian.
She is not Song Qianqian... When this idea came to Shang Chao's mind, he was not surprised, but rather interested!
Then, he called Shang Qisheng, "Dad, did you mention to Song Qianqian that I was looking for a portrait?"
Shang Qi Sheng said impatiently, "If you don't want to draw anything, don't disturb me playing chess!"
Shang Chao understood and hung up the phone.
Sure enough, the old man never mentioned it to her, but she knew?
Recalling that she had deceived him when she just answered him, Shang Chao's thin lips curled up.
Little one, it’s really interesting!
Shang Chao wanted to know even more how she could help him find the painting.
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Zhan Liunian knew that Count Song had won the battle, which was great news for him! He had a contract in hand and was bound to send Count Song to the Divine Weapons Department.
However, people from the Shang Dynasty took Earl Song away, and he still had to contact the Shang Dynasty, which was a bit of a headache.
Shang Dynasty and him were separated by a generation, but because they were the same age, they usually had a good relationship, but it was different when it came to serious matters.
As long as the Shang Dynasty was displeased with anyone or anything, he would change his face without any regard for feelings.
Zhan Liunian couldn't figure out how much the Shang Dynasty cared about Song Qianqian, so this matter would be difficult to handle.
He still bit the bullet and called Shang Dynasty, calling him: "Uncle Qi."
Shang Chao was still in the car, his voice slightly cold, "Is my number still in Mr. Zhan's address book?"
As soon as he heard this, Zhan Liunian knew that he was unhappy.
He smiled and said, "That's right! I know Uncle Qi's number by heart."
"She is the one that the old man likes. I thought I made it very clear, but you still dare to have your own way?"
Zhan Liunian pursed his lips and said, "No, Brother Qi, think about it from my perspective, should I fight this battle?"
"She used money to grab my throat and make me submit. Why can't I send her brother to the ring to force her to retreat?" Isn't this a common tactic used in shopping malls?
Shang Chao's thin lips touched lightly, "Do you think she retreated?"
Zhan Liu was young and hummed, "Anyway, I didn't lose! She wants to withdraw money, I will withdraw it for her on Monday! It complies with the procedures! And on Monday, I will definitely win the capital injection from the Xiang family."
In this way, the inflow and outflow of funds will be balanced. Even if she withdraws one billion, the operation of the bank will not be affected.
It's the weekend, and there are still two days left. It won't be difficult for him to go talk to the Xiang family.
The Shang Dynasty was silent for a moment.
He rubbed the Buddhist strings on his fingertips carelessly, "Do you think the Xiang family will definitely cooperate with you?"
Zhan Liunian was confident: "Of course, Xiang Tianhe is your little follower. If you don't sell my face, how can I not sell yours?"
Shang Chao smiled and reminded him, "I suggest you kneel down and apologize to Song Qianqian."
Zhan Liunian wanted to laugh after hearing this, "How old is she before I kneel down to her?"
There was no smile on Shang Chao's face, he was very serious, "I won't get involved in your matter this time."
Zhan Liunian expected it, but he had already taken the first step and had no choice, "As long as you don't stop me."
Shang Chao shook his head slightly. He was indeed a role model for young people to dare to do what he dared to do at such a young age, but he was still too young.
"What are you going to do to make the Xiang family readily agree to inject capital into you?" Shang Chao asked.
Zhan Liunian is still confident about this, "The Xiang family does not have many partners to choose from this time. Sichuan Du Bank has the absolute advantage, and I will promise to help Xiang Dingzhou find the painting he wants!"
The Xiang family is engaged in mining and is a veritable nouveau riche with everything they need.
But Xiang Dingzhou likes collecting. Over the years, he has been looking for a portrait and has reached the point where the remuneration is unlimited.
The outside world joked that as long as someone helped find the painting, Xiang Dingzhou would probably sell his own son and nod!
After hearing this, Shang Chao chuckled and said again: "Then you'd better apologize to her honestly."
For some reason, Shang Chao firmly believed that only she could find the painting.
Zhan Liunian frowned, knowing that he was not afraid of his own father and acted arbitrarily. If anyone in the world could make him obedient, it was probably the Shang Dynasty.
But this time, Zhan Liunian was not happy, "I see that you are just like my father. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup you have been fed!"