Chapter 100 The violent side of Song Ci【Please subscribe】

Author: Index Han

Chapter 100 The violent side of Song Ci【Please subscribe】

"It's none of your business!" Song Ci replied directly: "What are you doing, Dad?"

Rarely, Song Ci showed a disgusted expression.

Not far away from him, there was a black-haired young man in a suit, wearing a valuable watch on his hand, and a green and high-water emerald ring on his finger.

He looked at Song Ci with a sarcastic look on his face, a little gloating about his misfortune, and held up his phone to take a photo.

Song Ci took a small cement brick and hit it on the other party's mobile phone accurately.

Bang, the camera is broken.

Taking out a few hundred dollars from his pocket, Song Ci patted his suit: "I'm sorry, Dad didn't mean it."

The opponent's face turned green.

He pushed Song Ci disgustedly, and then patted his suit, with an undisguised dislike for Song Ci on his expression.

The same goes for Song Ci, who also hates him.

"Your special."

"You'd better keep your mouth clean, otherwise my size 42 shoes won't bother you on your size 38 face." Song Ci glanced at him.

Yun Song, the guy who Song Ci has never dealt with, God knows how he came here, Song Ci is most annoyed by his yin and yang attitude.

At first, he didn't deal with her because of trivial matters. Later, some of the family's business overlapped and Lao Song took care of his father, so he and Song Ci stopped dealing with him even more.

He had been dealt with by Song Ci several times, and he knew that there would be no benefit except being beaten, and he would only be left with a strange feeling.

Later, I heard that he had taken over part of the family's business.

Everyone has people with whom they have bad relationships, and Song Ci is no exception. Yun Song is just one of them.

"Come on, try touching me. I can't blackmail you to death." Yun Song pointed at himself.

He is of the same blood as his father.

Song Ci was too lazy to argue with him. Even if he beat him, it would be okay. Our elders would not care about these things. As long as they were not serious, it would be fine.

There are always some people in life, just like a bloody plot, you can just meet them.

"Stop barking like a dog, I'm too lazy to waste my saliva." Song Ci looked at him and said, "Get as far away as you can."

He glanced at Song Ci several times before looking at the stall behind him, smiling inexplicably.

It can be seen that he is not holding anything back.

Just as Yun Song was about to leave, Tang Shi came back and put down the trolley: "Who is this?"

"A Shabi!" Song Ci said.

Yun Song didn't look at him, but looked at Tang Shi, smiled meaningfully, and then left with his secretary.

Song Ci turned on his phone, looked at the map, and zoomed in for a while.

"Baby, you stay busy first, I'll go do something." Song Ci and Tang Shi said, "I'll be back later."

Nodding obediently, Tang Shi agreed.

Although she didn't know what Song Ci was doing, when she came back just now, she heard Song Ci telling the other party not to bark, as Song Ci rarely cursed people.

That guy who smiles like a villain must not be able to deal with Song Ci.

Sure enough, the upper class society is wonderful and has many more stories than ordinary people.

Song Ci, holding his mobile phone, walked around the neighborhood and finally stopped in front of a small building. He looked at the parking lot and then smiled.

"If labor and management don't let you suffer a big loss, my surname will not be Song." Song Ci laughed arrogantly, feeling like a villain.

After checking the situation nearby, Song Ci returned to the stall. He finally knew why Yun Song came to Baiyun.

When Tang Shi saw him coming back, he handed him the mineral water without asking any questions.

"What else do you want to do today?" Song Ci asked her.

Shaking his head, Tang Shi was about to close the store. He should go home first and come back to do other things tomorrow. It’s not too early today.

They were all so tired that they couldn't do anything else.

"I will make pork rib soup for you when I go home." Tang Shi said, "And some juice."

"Wheat juice?" Song Ci asked her doubtfully.

"Then change it to milk tea!" Tang Shi replied.

Song Ci helped her move bricks today, so she had to reward Song Ci for his hard work. Looking at the tired look on his face, she knew that he was very tired.

If she hadn't been rushing to meet the schedule, Tang Shi wouldn't have worked so hard. She could just leave these things to the masters who came to work. She wanted to get it done as soon as possible and open the business as soon as possible.

Not making money every day is worse than losing money.

"Milk tea is fine, but I don't want tea." Song Ci looked at Gaoshan and meant something.

Tang Shi, who was blushing, knocked him. Of course, this request was not acceptable. There were other possibilities, but she couldn't give such a generous condition.

If you want to take it softly, you have to look at the situation. It will be possible in the future, but you can't take it now. It's okay to take it if you believe it, but it won't work if you take it orally.

"Let's go, you ride today and I'll sit in the back." Tang Shi put on his helmet, sat in the back seat, and hugged Song Ci's waist, just like he did in the morning.

By scratching him on purpose, Tang Shi wanted to let him know how obscene his behavior in the morning was.

Riding an electric bike and humming songs, Song Ci took Tang Shi home. He had left all the unpleasant things he had just forgotten and didn't want to go back to them.

He didn't say a few words in total. Song Ci didn't want to think about the people and things he didn't like.

"Let's go." Song Ci rode an electric bike, and Tang Shi just hugged him. The two of them were covered in dust, as tall as those who had just gotten off work.

I bought groceries on the road and rode an electric scooter back to the courtyard.

Without Mo Mo and Liu Piaopiao, the small courtyard seemed a little deserted. Not to mention Tang poetry, Song poetry was a bit unaccustomed.

"Tang Shi, there is no hot water over there. Can I take a bath at your place?" Song Ci asked with a smile.

Song Ci rolled up his T-shirt and pointed at his stomach, indicating that it was full of dust.

Tang poetry: "."

It has begun, it has begun, some people's beauty trap has begun.

His eyes lingered on his abdominal muscles for several seconds before Tang Shicai turned around with a blush and told himself not to look at anything inappropriate.

Don't look at it. If you look at it again, you will be fooled.

"Go and wash it! Bring clean clothes. I will wash the dirty clothes for you later." Tang Shi reminded him.

Originally, she was going to take a bath herself, but Song Ci said first that she was not easy to argue with.

After agreeing with a smile, Song Ci ran home to get a change of clothes.

Before entering the bathroom, Song Ci deliberately placed the towel at the door. Tang Shi didn't notice that she was washing rice for cooking.

As the sound of rushing water rang out, Tang Shi felt a little restless.

When I was picking vegetables, I didn’t know what to think. Sitting on the sofa, I could just see the bathroom door.

The bathroom door is not very good, and you can still see a vague outline.

Noticing some incongruity, Tang Shi pinched the beans she was holding little by little. She bit her lip and looked at the bathroom.

She didn't even know the beans were gone.

Looking at the dangling shadows, Tang Shi's face turned redder and redder.

He's not a baby elephant, so why does he still like to dump her? What kind of perverted hobby is this?

In the bathroom, Song Ci didn't think about this at all. He was squirming around, humming and rubbing bubbles.

"Huh, you can't watch it. If you watch it again, there will be big problems." Tang Shi wanted to slip away, but it seemed to have taken root and did not leave at all.

I don’t know if it’s because I can’t bear to part with it, or because I haven’t seen enough of Elephant Trunk Feifei.

Until Song Ci called out to her: "Mr. Tang, I forgot to bring the towel. Can you hold it for me?"

Tang poetry: "."

Only then did she realize that Song Ci's towel was hanging on the bathroom door handle. She wanted to reject him, but Tang Shi felt that it was a trivial matter and she couldn't ignore him.

I just took a towel and couldn't see anything anyway.

"Please open the door." Tang Shi thought for a while and stood aside with a towel.

The door was opened a crack, and Song Ci stretched out his hand.

From where Tang Poetry stood, you could just see the mirror inside. Although you couldn't see Song Ci, there was Song Ci in the mirror.

There was a slight shock of discovering the truth, as well as an unprecedented novelty, and such understanding.

Song Ci didn't expect that she had more tricks and could get a glimpse of the whole situation like this, so he thought she was embarrassed: "Thank you!"
To be continued...