After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess: 012 Yu Xiheng: Get in the car

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If Yuelan Jewelry and Jingcheng Real Estate were in the hands of Si Fuqing, they would be ruined within a year.

Si Fuqing is an idiot. He is not good at writing or military, how can he manage a company?

It will be useless in her hands.

Mrs. Zuo was convinced when she heard this. She found Si Fuqing's mobile phone number and dialed it immediately.

When Si Fuqing received the call, she was bargaining with the owner of the hardware store: "Boss, make it cheaper. Your pliers are a little rusty here. Five yuan doesn't stop you from making money."

The boss saw that the canvas shoes she was wearing were turning white, and she was a little girl again. He waved helplessly: "Okay, okay, take it, take it."

Si Fuqing finally spent fifty yuan to buy a bunch of tools, and her first bargaining gave her a sense of accomplishment.

So when her phone rang, she picked it up without looking.

"Si Fuqing, please come back later." On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Zuo spoke in a somewhat condescending tone, "I have something to discuss with you at home, and it has something to do with your grandfather."

"You want me to come over? Okay." Si Fuqing lifted her hair and smiled, "Please, I will go back."

There was a "bang" sound from the phone, and then it cut off and turned into a series of "beep beeps".

Si Fuqing blocked his number and said calmly: "That's all I have."

She put her phone in her pocket and closed her eyes.

The reason why the Zuo family would let her go back at this time must be related to Mr. Zuo's will, and I'm afraid they gave her a lot of things.

She suspected that Mr. Zuo did not die normally.

But at the same time, she was also surprised as to why Mr. Zuo was so kind to her.

She needs to find a reason to see Mr. Zuo's body.

Si Fuqing was leaning against the wall, looking at the sky and thinking. After an unknown amount of time, she heard a surprised voice calling her: "Miss Si?"

She turned around and saw a black car parked in front of her.

The car window rolled down and Feng San sat in the driver's seat.

He saw a pile of hardware props carried on Si Fuqing's back, including a hammer, and was silent for a second: "Miss Si, are you here?"

"Oh." Si Fuqing sighed, "Looking at the scenery with sadness, I even wanted to recite a poem for a moment. It's a sin."

Feng San: ""

"Don't worry about me." Si Fuqing waved her hand towards him, "Let me be sad for a while longer."

Before Feng San could speak, the rear door opened.

The man is in a suit and leather shoes, and has a tall and tall figure.

He sat quietly in the back seat, with mottled light and shadow falling on his straight nose bones, exuding an aura of luxury and dignity that was a bit unreal.

Yu Xiheng looked sideways at her and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Get in the car."

Si Fuqing turned his head, and two seconds later, he happily ran over and put the purchased tools into the trunk of the car: "Boss, you are so kind."

You are a **** if you don't take advantage of it.

It would be a sin if she didn’t pick up the fat sheep when they came to her door.

The back seat was huge. Si Fuqing was sitting on the other side, half a meter away from Yu Xiheng, but he could feel his strong presence.

There was a very faint moonlit cinnamon fragrance on his body, which was refreshing and pleasant, and slowly wrapped her up.

Just like himself, he is low-key and mysterious.

Yu Xiheng closed her eyes: "Do you have work tomorrow?"

"Huh? That's right." Si Fuqing pointed to the promotion on the advertising screen in front, "I am a mentor here."

On the advertising screen was a promotion placed by young people. Lu Yan occupied the c position, followed by Xie Yu.

After the photos of several popular trainees were played, it was the mentor group.

Si Fuqing’s makeup to kill Matt became a mudslide among the four instructors.

Feng San's forehead twitched: "Miss Si, you don't even take off your makeup when you go on the show?"

Everyone else wants to make themselves look like gods, so why do they make themselves look uglier and uglier when they come to Si Fuqing?

"No." Si Fuqing held his chin and said slowly, "Isn't it enough to please the boss? Can anyone else give me money?"

Feng San's expression changed, and his heart was in his throat. He was afraid that Si Fuqing's people would be gone in the next second.

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiheng just opened his eyes, glanced at her briefly, and said nothing.

Indeed.

Whether it was during his 27 years as Emperor Yin or now, the beauties he had seen were not as good as Si Fuqing.

She also has a kind of magic power that can make him relax in just two or three words.

Although thousands of years have passed since that urgent war era, his nerves have been tense up to now.

But what she said that day actually gave him a rare sleep.

Promotion pictures were still playing on the advertising screen, and Si Fuqing clicked his tongue: "It's all nonsense these days. How can you enter the entertainment industry with such little ability?"

Feng San: ""

Are you scolding yourself?

Si Fuqing looked at the fans taking photos in front of the advertising screen and recalled her past events.

When she was playing in Grain, the actors around her had to have acting skills and good looks.

We are all busy honing our acting skills, so where can we find the time to engage in marketing?

That was an era where strength spoke for itself.

The gods fight, the ultimate showdown.

Why has the entertainment industry retreated instead of advancing in the past three years since she left?

It’s been too long since she’s been experimenting, and it’s true that she hasn’t acted or sung for a long time, and she still misses her a little bit.

"Boss." Si Fuqing suddenly turned around and said with great interest, "Shall I sing a majestic song for you?"

Feng San, who was driving, was confused: "What is majestic and majestic? A war song?"

Yu Xiheng raised his eyes, with deep black pupils, and his tone was mixed with emotion and anger, but with a cold tone: "Drive well."

Feng San: "???"

What did he do?

Feng San was surprised.

He drove with one hand and carefully typed the words "powerful and dignified" on his mobile phone with the other hand.

I accidentally saw the sentence "I want to ask for more".

A bright and **** song.

Feng San’s face stiffened: “”

He silently put away his cell phone and drove seriously.

**

After returning to the small apartment, Si Fuqing received a call from Zuo's family again.

The caller this time was Zuo Xianyu. She said softly: "Fuqing, just come back. It's really an emergency. If it can be solved well, you can make whatever conditions you want."

"Grandpa will be buried soon, and he doesn't want to see you in such a miserable state."

Si Fuqing crossed her legs and a lazy smile appeared on her lips: "Can I make any conditions?"

The people in the Zuo family wanted her to die.

Last time I cut her wrists, but this time I have to cut off her head?

Zuo Xianyu was still gentle: "Yes, Fu Qing, my family is waiting for you. If you are free, let's have dinner together tonight."

After two or three sentences, the call ended quickly. Zuo Tianfeng couldn't wait to ask: "How was it?"

Zuo Xianyu frowned: "She agreed to come."

"Okay, Xianyu, you really succeeded in your attempt." Zuo Tianfeng was very pleased, "Be ready to give up the inheritance agreement, and let her sign it when she comes."

Does Si Fuqing deserve to take things from the Zuo family?

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Feng San: The eternal victim tool

Qingqing: I am favored!

Yu Xiheng: Yeah

Wow, look at the male protagonist’s role in this book, the other three combined can’t compare to 2333