Song Jing lowered his head and ate slowly, chewing every bite carefully.
It's like what you eat is not food, but someone's thoughts.
Shi Yan stood behind the screen on the other side of the dining room, looking at Song Jing's back.
Why has she lost weight again? You can see the protruding shoulder blades on her back even when she is wearing a coat.
So I can still eat meat and still be so thin, is it because I am always hungry for three days after one meal?
The old butler came in with the last Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. He glanced at the screen without trace and then quickly looked back. He placed the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall on the table and said, "Doctor Song, eat slowly."
"Grandpa Butler, I wrote a prescription. Please grab the medicine and send it to Yanzhai. I have already written down the method of decoction. Just ask the servant to decoct the medicine." Song Jing handed over the prescription.
The old housekeeper took it and couldn't help but glance at the screen, "Doctor Song, I have to take care of the old man, and I don't have much time. Why don't you go to the banquet house and deliver the prescription to me in person?
OK?"
Song Jing picked up the chopsticks and said, "It's not convenient for me."
The old housekeeper sighed helplessly, took the prescription and left the dining room.
Shi Yan stood behind the screen and smiled silently.
I thought she was heartless, but it turned out that she still remembered that he was hurt.
Separated by a screen, one person was sitting and eating, while the other person was standing behind, hiding and watching.
After Song Jing finished his meal, he said hello to the old housekeeper and left Shi's old house. He called a taxi using a taxi app. After getting in the taxi, he took out the package from his bag and opened it.
The package was indeed a box, but what was in the box was not a bomb, but a few photos.
These photos are not complete, only part of her parents is preserved, and the other part has been torn out.
Song Jing looked through the photos one by one, and his eyes stopped on the last photo.
Part of this photo was also torn off, leaving only her parents, but there was an extra arm on her father's shoulder.
The other party probably wanted to keep her parents intact in the photo, so they didn't forcibly tear off the arm.
This arm looks very ordinary. It can be distinguished from the skeleton that it is a man's arm, and it also wears a men's Golden Eagle series rose gold limited edition Patek Philippe watch on the wrist. This watch was released fifteen years ago, when it was just
The price paid was over seven figures.
A man who could afford to wear this watch, and who could buy it at that time, must be rich or noble!
Song Jing put away the photo, took out his mobile phone and sent a message.
[Sister Man, check for me who bought the Golden Eagle series rose gold limited edition Patek Philippe fifteen years ago.]
[Xiao Jing'er, is this news related to your parents? I'll have someone check it out right away. In addition, the Tailing Research Institute has placed an order for the thief Lingyin. They want the design of Country M's latest stealth fighter, and the price is 500 million. We
Accept it?]
【catch.】
Song Jing ranked first in the National Special Recruitment Examination and received the recommended admission notice from Beijing University. She no longer has to go to school for the last half of the semester of her senior year of high school. After finishing this matter, she plans to go back to the Experimental Middle School to complete all the procedures.
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[No problem, then I will take the order. Are you in the Imperial Capital? I will go to the Imperial Capital to find you tomorrow.]
[I will not be in the Imperial Capital tomorrow, so I have to go back to school to go through the formalities. You can wait for me in the Imperial Capital.]
[No problem. Taiyi gave me a month of plenty of time, at least let my sister play for a week first. My sister has been locked up in Heiyun for programming recently, and she hasn’t known what it’s like to be a man for a long time. 】
A smile flashed across Song Jing's eyes, "Scumbag, be careful one day these will become debts you have to repay."
[Impossible. My sister belongs to all men, and will never belong to just one person. I love you.]
Song Jing could imagine that when Sha Manyin sent these messages, she was leaning against Heiyun's bar in an enchanting and charming manner, looking like a beauty in every gesture.
This woman knows very well what men want. As long as she is interested in the prey, there will be no one who will not be abducted by her.
Song Jing stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket, and the car slowly drove into the village in the city. It drove slowly on the streets that were rarely repaired, with potholes and trash cans everywhere, and finally stopped at a shop with a half-opened rolling shutter door.
Front.
Song Jing paid and got out of the car, and looked up at the tattered sign hanging on the store: Yunda Express.
There were many battery cars parked in front of the store, and there was also a very shabby van with advertisements for infertility treatments plastered all over its body.
The doors of the other shops nearby are all locked, and you can tell at a glance that they have been closed for a long time. And given Yunda Express's half-closed business attitude, I'm afraid the business is also deserted, and it is not far away from closing down.
Song Jing bent down to hold the half-open rolling shutter door, "Send express."
Behind the door, there were three strong men playing cards around a spread out cardboard. Hearing this, they looked up at her.
The three strong men originally looked impatient, but after seeing Song Jing's appearance clearly, the three looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces immediately changed. One of them stood up and walked over with a smile, "Beauty, what do you want to send?"
"Photos." Song Jing bent down and went in, took out the photos from his pocket and put them on the table, "City express delivery."
"It's okay to send anything." The strong man holding the door chuckled and pulled down the half-closed roller shutter door, slamming it completely, "Beauty, you are still a student, right? As long as you let your brothers have fun, you
Whatever you want to send, my brothers can send it to you."
"Little beauty, your legs are so straight, how about letting my brother touch them?"
"Want to touch my legs?" Song Jing smiled, raised the ends of his beautiful eyes slightly, and raised his fingers dangerously and stunningly, "Come here."
The strong man's eyes were filled with surprise, and he almost shed tears. He quickly stepped forward without any precautions, "Little beauty, brother, come...ah!"
Song Jing grabbed the paper knife on the table and thrust it into the shoulder socket next to the strong man's neck. Blood instantly poured out along the blade. The strong man screamed and tried to fight back, but she raised his leg and kicked him into the crook of the knee.
, pressed down on the table with a bang, "You want to touch my legs, are you worthy?"
"Damn it, you bitches, you're looking for death!" The other two strong men reacted quickly, with fierce looks in their eyes, they pulled out a twenty- to thirty-centimeter-long watermelon knife from under the paper shell, and slashed directly at Song Jing.
Song Jing raised his legs and kicked up a tattered single sofa next to him. At the same time, he grabbed the strong man who was pressing on the table, held his waist, and stabbed him head-on.
"Ah!" The strong man received a solid knife on his chest, and the strong man who had slashed his companion was stunned.
Song Jing raised his leg and kicked the person directly into the wall. The strong man on the other side was knocked over by the flying sofa and was also pressed to the ground.
The three strong men fell to the ground in an instant, groaning and unable to get up.
"You...who are you?" The strong man who was knocked away by the sofa was the least injured. He pushed away the sofa and stumbled to his feet, his small eyes full of fear.
"Do you remember these photos?" Song Jing picked up the photos and faced the three of them with a cold and bloodthirsty expression. "You lousy courier can't send a normal intra-city express delivery in a year. If you dare to tell me that you can't
Remember, I don’t mind opening your head and helping you remember.”
"Remember...remember." The three strong men didn't know that the pretty little girl was actually a evil spirit. They were scared to death of her. "It was sent by a man in a Bentley. But we only saw it.
Looking at his profile when he was sitting in the car, it was his bodyguard who brought the stuff in."
Their intra-city express delivery service is just a listing, and it is not really delivering express delivery at all.
Those who can bring things to them and send them are those who understand their rules.
"What does his profile look like?"
"What a cool guy! But I just took a quick look when I opened the door and didn't see what it looked like." The strong man was stunned for a moment and then thought about it, "But he left an envelope. He said that if anyone took the photo,
Find her and give her the envelope. Just wait."
The strong man limped and turned over the envelope left by the man, "Boss, this is it. We really don't know anything else."
The envelope was an old-style cardboard envelope used by British aristocrats, with a rose-flower seal on the seal.
Song Jing's expression changed when he saw the envelope, and his beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, filled with overwhelming murderous intent.