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Chapter 380 Men at thirty are like wolves and tigers

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    Seeing Song Qinrong frowning and sneering for a while, Fu Sichen shook his head helplessly.

    "What are you thinking about?"

    He walked behind Song Qinrong and put his hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair, forming a posture of protecting the girl from behind.

    A man is tall and has long legs. Even if he is leaning over, as long as he lowers his head slightly, his chin can easily touch the top of the other person's head.

    ??And he did.

    He lowered his head, kissed Song Qinrong's head gently and lovingly.

    "As long as I'm here, don't worry about anything."

    "Yeah." Song Qinrong's ears turned red from being kissed, and she responded in a low voice.

    "So," the man said, he stood up again and pulled the chair in front of him. Song Qinrong, who was sitting on it, was forced to turn around and look at him. "Don't keep things in your heart. Speak out at least to let your man have some presence."  the value of."

    Song Qinrong¡¯s face instantly turned red.

    ?????????? Even she, who was so bold and lustful three years ago, could not have said the words "your man" so calmly.

    ???????????? Fu Sichen, this guy, is really if he doesn't make waves, he will be astonishing.

    Being stared directly at by Fu Houlang's eyes, Song Qinrong's back became more and more stiff.

    She thought for a while and sighed helplessly: ""Yao Chi Leng" should be in the hands of my grandma."

    Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows in surprise: "In grandma's hands?"

    No wonder he was surprised. Song Qinrong checked all the members of the Song family and did not suspect Zhao Shuying.

    What¡¯s more, Fu Sichen has never checked anything.

    Song Qinrong nodded: "The Ningcheng squire you just mentioned who discovered "Yao Chi Leng" is named Zhao Lin."

    "Your surname is Zhao?" As soon as the word came out, Fu Sichen understood it instantly.

    Song Qinrong nodded: "A few days ago, when I had an opportunity to chat with my grandma, I pretended to accidentally ask her about my great-grandfather's name. It was indeed Zhao Lin."

    Fu Sichen understood: "Then have you seen "Yao Chi Leng"?"

    Anyone with a discerning eye knows how much Zhao Shuying loves Song Qinrong.

    Since "Yao Chi Leng" is in Zhao Shuying's hands, as long as Song Qinrong opens her mouth, even if she can't take it over, there should be no problem in taking a look at it.

    Song Qinrong shook his head.

    ¡°I¡¯ve been asking her about Ning Cheng these past few days, but it¡¯s a pity that her memory is not deep.

    ¡°I only know that her mother died in childbirth when she was giving birth to her younger brother.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Even if the Zhao family were local squires, their relatives died and fled. Eventually, only the father, daughter and an old housekeeper were left in the family.

    Zhao Lin died to protect his daughter. The Anti-Japanese War was not over yet. After all, my grandma was only five years old at the time.

    Fortunately, the old housekeeper is loyal and always takes care of grandma.

    "It's a pity that she didn't live long. When she was twelve years old, she died of illness.

    When my grandmother came to the capital alone to seek a living, she only brought a small bedroll, which contained a tattered quilt and two pieces of clothing.

    There is no such thing as "Yao Chi Leng".  "

    As Song Qinrong spoke, the frail figure of a twelve-year-old girl seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

    She was holding a small bed roll with all her belongings in her arms, standing alone on an unfamiliar street, with confusion about the future in her eyes.

    Speaking of which, if Zhao Shuying, a helpless orphan girl, had not met Song Hongtao, she doesn¡¯t know what she would have encountered in a capital full of tigers and wolves.

    The two have been married for more than sixty years, and to this day, Zhao Shuying is still held in the palm of Mr. Song's hands. She is carefree and has developed such a character that is not defensive against anyone.

    It is also because of this that Song Qinrong always has some tolerance for this grandfather.

    Fu Sichen thought deeply for a moment, and for a moment he couldn't tell how true Zhao Shuying's words were.

    It¡¯s just that his intuition told him that the old lady with a kind face and always smiling should not be lying.

    "This information is actually not a secret. Fang Yueling should have known it for a long time." He asked aloud.

    Song Qinrong nodded.

    "Otherwise, how could Fang Yueling, who had not found any paintings beside Zhao Shuying three years ago, suddenly turn around and attack Xiao Nuo who was holding a pirated copy of "Yaochi Leng"?

    "But now, Fang Yueling has returned the focus of her search to the Song family again. She probably got the news from some channels and confirmed that "Yaochi Leng" is in the hands of grandma." Song Qinrong said.

    Things have arrived??Don't want to come out.

    "We'll talk about it then." Song Qinrong replied casually.

    During this period, Mo Ke, as her editor, has been helping her sit on the crew and supervise the work on her behalf.

    She will indeed meet Mo Ke when she goes to the set today.

    Thinking of this, she walked to the desk and took out a stack of newly drawn manuscripts.

    ¡ª¡ª

    At nine o'clock in the morning, Fu Sichen's car arrived on time.

    Song Qinrong walked out of the room.

    Since Song Yiyi was kicked out of the Song family, Song Hongyang also took Song Xiao away.

    The Fang family suffered serious losses due to Fu Sichen's attack. Even Fang Yueling was so busy that she didn't come to the old house for several days.

    I have to say that without these ghosts and monsters, the old house is extremely quiet.

    Even the cynicism that I encountered almost every time I passed by the living room and dining room is gone.

    It gives people rare peace of mind.

    Song Qinrong was in a happy mood, and even rolled her eyes at Fu Sichen after getting in the car.

    Fu Sichen smiled softly and stroked the back of her neck with his slender fingers: "Are you sleepy? Just squint for a while longer?"

    Being stared at by him like this, Song Qinrong yawned out of nowhere.

    "All right."

    She shrugged helplessly.

    I have been too tired during this period and haven¡¯t had a good rest.  The drive to the set was long, so she simply closed her eyes, covered herself with the blanket in the car, and leaned back to sleep.

    The driver drove very smoothly. While Fu Sichen was busy working on the computer, he patted Song Qinrong's body from time to time to make her sleep soundly all the way.

    Until the time she got off the bus, Song Qinrong was still a little awake, as if she had just woken up.

    She rubbed her eyes, slowly raised her head, and suddenly saw an unknown object not far ahead, rushing toward her with long fangs and claws, and its sharp and exciting voice almost penetrated her eardrums.

    "Ah, ah, big! Big uh, Rongrong, why is it you?!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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