The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 15 15. Sunrise and Fire

He Chongtian was even hotter than he looked. After the extremely hearty burning, Chen Xiangyin's wet clothes had dried by the fire.

She wears a coat that towers over the sky.

The coat was wide, dry and warm, wrapping her whole body.

The lifelessness and haze in my heart was gradually dissipated by a long and burning pleasure.

Human emotions are so wonderful.

She lit a cigarette and looked at the line of white light on the horizon outside the ancient town at the foot of the mountain.

He caught sight of He Chongtian's face. He was very close to her, and he smoked with her. He took a deep breath, and two sparks swayed in the darkness.

"Going down the mountain?" He Chongtian said in a rare soft tone.

"Wait a minute." She wanted to watch the sunrise.

He Chongtian looked at her with a look of disdain on his lips, "Tired?"

"No, are you tired?" Chen Xiangyin asked in a drawled tone.

He shook his head and said, "There is something else."

"There are so many things. Are you rich?"

"is acceptable."

"Is it okay to be able to buy such a big villa with dragon-patterned glazed tiles on the roof? But you are already rich enough, why are you still working so hard to make money?"

He Chongtian was stunned for a moment, and fell backwards with his arms on his back:
  "do not know."

"A sense of security."

"pride."

"Cool."

Fourth Company answered simply.

Chen Xiang laughed out loud: "Why do you need so much money to feel safe?"

"I'm lacking."

As the words went back and forth, the fiery red sun rose, the first ray of new life shining on the face and illuminating the earth.

The crane looked up at the red sun: "Why didn't you burn the red maple tree?"

"That red maple tree is like a flame, and it is also like today's sunrise. I like hot and strong things."

Chen Xiangyin stretched out his hand: "Lend me your phone and take pictures."

"I'll send you a MMS after taking the picture?" He Chongtian called up the camera function and handed the phone to her.

He clicked two pictures to freeze the sunrise and the flames, "No, help me wash them out."

I wanted to take two more pictures, but the phone rang.

Caller: Jiang Yuexian.

Jiang Yuntong's true favorite child, the girl who always stayed by his side and doted on him, was also the sister with whom He Chongtian had the best relationship.

Today is Thirteen’s funeral.

He Chongtian answered the phone and stood up, pointed at the clothes drying on the ground, and then pointed at Chen Xiangyin: "Put them on and let's go."

The person on the phone paused for a moment: "Why hasn't my brother come back yet?"

"Please help me for a while." He looked at his watch: "Three hours."

"Three hours?! Where are you? The next city is here too, right?"

"On the mountain." He glanced back at Chen Xiangyin, who was fastening her cheongsam. The cheongsam made her slim and graceful figure look even more charming, but she looked a little cold.

"Which mountain? Tell Zhou Zhengkai to come down quickly."

"The car can't drive up. I won't say anything anymore. I'm going there now." He Chongtian hung up the phone.

……

The early morning sun shines on the polished bluestone road, reflecting warm light.

There are few people on the streets of Biluo Ancient Town, and the breakfast shop selling steamed buns is steaming with steam. The boss opens the lid of the basket, and the meaty aroma wafts out from the crowded white fat buns.

Agarwood bought three of them for five yuan and ate them while walking. They were a bit hot and far less delicious than the ones from Chenji Baozi Shop.

The mute aunt said that she was a witness, which meant that she would see the whole process at the beginning of the catastrophe, which was crumbling like a leaky boat.

Thinking of this, fear and helplessness came to my mind.

Alone, without Shen Yueying, she has no roots in this world.

The mute aunt's final advice was: "make up for it everywhere", but she couldn't do it.

She couldn't even take care of herself. She just wanted to find Shen Yueying's body and bury it properly to avenge her.

Others are helpless.

She knows that this revenge is difficult to avenge, but she will not let anyone go.

She needs to fight the long game.

To fight a long-term battle, Shenji Tailoring must be re-operated. The store's revenue must at least ensure her food and clothing.

She needs to stay active and not allow herself to cowardly escape or fall back into the despair of ignorance.

…     Back in the shop, Chen Xiang Yinzi carefully took a hot bath and changed clothes.

With her long hair tied up, she soaked all the clothes Shen Yueying made for her in the shop in a water tank to wash away the dust.

Shen Yueying hand-sewn so many beautiful cheongsams for her stitch by stitch because she knew she liked them.

Chen Xiangyin moved the ladder and tidied it up vigorously. It was almost dark, but there was no big progress.

A handwritten advertisement was posted outside the door.

[Shen Ji Tailoring is looking for a part-time worker, one hour/ten yuan. Job content: Assist in renovation, including but not limited to wood painting, moving things, and cleaning. Note: Those who know carpentry will be given priority. 】

The requirements are not low and the budget is limited.

When it was getting dark, Chen Xiangyin called He Chongtian.

It was very lively there, with a lot of people shouting, and the sound of sad music mixed with the clicking sound of shooting.

She didn't care much about what He Chongtian was doing. The first sentence got straight to the point: "The missing evil spirit can be investigated from the missing persons."

"Well, I'll check it out."

"She is only over 40 meters tall. Her age is uncertain, but she is no more than 20, between 40 and . I remember her face. If there are photos, I can recognize her."

"it is good."

"Well, you're busy." He Chongtian hung up before waiting for a reply.

Continue to design patterns on paper, and the entire east wall of the first floor will be covered with murals.

Outside the door, several children were chasing and playing with a hydrogen balloon, and their laughter was extremely innocent.

Chen Xiangyin inadvertently raised his eyes and saw one of the girls. She had eyes with water-cut eyes, two pear dimples, and a pointed tiger tooth.

A bit like Yueying.

His eyes were filled with tears as he was stunned, and the hydrogen balloon floated into Shen Ji Tailoring.

Chen Xiangyin looked up and saw the red hydrogen balloon flying to the roof and shaking gently.

Several children were afraid to come in at the door and encouraged each other childishly.

"You go."

"You go!"

"You lost it."

"I can not."

Chen Xiang smiled gently: "Am I that scary? Come here." She waved to the little girl.

The others dispersed.

"Your balloon?" Chen Xiang asked.

The little girl was wearing a red coat. She clenched her fists, bent over and stamped her feet. She was so happy: "How do you know!"

Of course it was because everyone else ran away but she.

"Because you are the most beautiful, I think this beautiful balloon should be yours. What is your name?"

"Rourou." she said.

"Rourou." Chen Xiangyin repeated.

"Rong Rong!" shouted loudly.

Chen Xiangyin was amused and took off the balloon and handed it to her: "Rongrong, it's very late, go back quickly."

Rongrong licked her tongue excitedly, took the balloon with her little hand, pulled it and ran away. After running for two steps, she turned her head and shouted: "Sister, you are also very beautiful! Like a god!"

Chenxiang stared at her little red figure running away.

The loudspeaker of the phone rang, interrupting her melancholy.

It's Zhai Xinhou.

After answering the call, Zhai Xinhou's upright and sunny voice was full of energy from the phone.

"Xiao Chen woke up in the afternoon. The doctor said he quickly turned around and recovered quickly. Old Bu said it was you who helped him."

"It's best if it's okay." After all, she was the one who hit him.

"Old Bu, you say it yourself." The voice on the phone sounded from near to far.

Bu Xian answered the phone and stuttered: "Hello... hello? Miss Shen, I don't have your friend's contact information. I was abrupt last time. I'm sorry."

"It's also because we didn't say hello in advance because we were worried that we wouldn't be able to explain clearly in advance."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then he suddenly said excitedly: "I owe you once! If you need help in the future, you must tell me!!"

A middle-aged man's lame and embarrassing gratitude, but sincere.

I heard Zhai Xinhou's loud voice from a distance: "Huh? It's not like that! Old Bu! It's not like that!"

Zhai Xinhou took the phone back: "Miss Shen, I didn't scare you, did I? Old Bu is a very honest person, haha."

"It's okay." Chen Xiangyin answered the phone and drew with a pencil.

"Ahem." Zhai Xinhou lowered his voice: "Miss Shen, that friend of yours is He Chongtian, the leader of the Qinglong Group, right? When are we free, can we chat?"

Chenxiang smiled: "Of course, the police and the people are all members of the same family."

(End of this chapter)