Zongling Biography

Chapter 689 Tang Si Nian in the Dark Night

Ji Sijiu frowned in displeasure, disgusted with this man's actions, and even more disgusted with his bloodthirsty smile.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an evil ghost in the world.

She looked sideways at the girl's dodging eyes, and replied with a smile: "It's too similar, it's too similar to a woman I met today, but if you take a closer look, it's not as beautiful as this lady. I just admitted my mistake, it's just a misunderstanding." , I have to apologize to the girl, I'm really sorry."

If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't understand the way men behaved, she wouldn't have said sorry, you little monster!
Zong Musui calmed down and said: "It's really rare for Sijiu to say sorry.

Si Nian, maybe I really admitted my mistake, let's turn the chapter! "

He and Zong Musui had a lifelong friendship. Of course, Zong Musui kicked Zong Muze off the altar so smoothly with the help of old friends.

Tang Sinian, a well-known ruthless character in the underworld, no matter how prominent his family background in the society, he will be given a little face.

Comparing him and Zong Musui, one is good and the other is evil, and when they are mixed together, they are naturally gray.

How can the world be black and white, only these two colors?
Those gray areas are just hidden!
Yi Qing came in with several big bags, and Ji Sijiu got up with a cold face, "I'm going to take a shower, you guys talk."

She had just walked a few steps, then turned to Tang Sinian and said, "Can I borrow yours? My fingers are a little stiff from the cold, and I want her to help me carry them up."

Tang Sinian nodded harmlessly, "Of course." Turning his head to look sideways at the girl, "Achuan, hurry up, don't cause trouble for me."

A Chuan replied respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Tang."

She was wearing knee-high boots showing off her snow-white legs. The tight red suspender skirt was as red as blood, and the silver-gray fur was draped over her shoulders. How could she look like a servant?

She is obviously a cheated lover.

Ji Sijiu called Achuan away on purpose, probably because she had something to say, Tang Sinian smiled and guessed, what could it be?

The sound of the lighter brought Tang Sinian back from his thoughts.

Zong Musui didn't like to meddle in other people's family affairs, but he still couldn't help persuading him: "Ah Chuan is good."

Tang Sinian smiled, eyes lowered, "A good servant."

He didn't speak any more. Instead, it was Tang Sinian who pointed to the stairs, "This girl knows how to do things, I like it."

Zong Musui looked at him sideways, and asked him what he meant with his eyes?
"Respect for my sister-in-law."
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When the two women arrived in the room, they moved their hands again, but it was Ji Sijiu attacking Achuan Shou.

As she expected, Ah Chuan was not as 'weak' as she had shown downstairs.

How could the two men chatting on the first floor not hear the loud noise on the second floor?
The man with pigtails behind Tang Sinian leaned over and asked, "Use it to see?"

But Tang Sinian got angry, "You are the only one who talks too much. If you don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb."

Zong Musui replied: "No need, there may be some misunderstanding, just let them solve it by themselves."

Immediately afterwards there was another crackling sound, Zong Musui closed his eyes helplessly, and shook his head helplessly.

"Can you take it so hot?"

Zong Musui shrugged, "What do you think?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really feel sorry for these antiques for you, it sounds like it hurts."

The two men were talking peacefully and happily, but the two women were busy chasing each other.

A Chuan read the sound transmission with his heart, "I really don't intend to play tricks on you, you trust me."

"Then why beat the drum for a day!"

As soon as Ji Sijiu entered the door, she saw the pendant on her bag, which was a miniature version of the drum. If I guessed correctly, this should be a sister's drum made by a "careful person". It is different from the one thousands of years ago, so there is only mourning .

(End of this chapter)