After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

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

Si Fuqing is a sloppy bag. If the text is not successful, the martial arts will not be successful. How can he manage the company?

It's useless in her hands.

When Madam Zuo heard this, she took it seriously. She found Si Fuqing's mobile phone number and dialed it immediately.

When Si Fuqing received the call, he was negotiating with the owner of the hardware store: "Boss, it's cheaper. Your pliers are a little rusted here. Five yuan doesn't prevent you from making money."

When the boss saw that the canvas shoes she was wearing were turning white, and it was a little girl again, he waved his hand helplessly: "Go, go, take it away."

Si Fuqing finally bought a bunch of tools with fifty yuan, and the first bargaining gave her a sense of accomplishment.

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

"Si Fuqing, you will come back later." On the other end of the phone, Madam Zuo spoke, condescendingly, "I have something to discuss with you at home, which is related to your grandfather."

"Want me to go there? Yes." Si Fuqing lifted his hair and smiled, "Please, I'll go back."

There was a "banging" sound on the phone, and then it was cut off, turning into a series of "beep beep" sounds.

Si Fuqing blocked the number and said lightly, "That's all I can do."

She put the phone in her pocket and narrowed her eyes.

The Zuo family will let her go back at this time, it must be related to the will of the old man Zuo, I am afraid it has given her a lot of things.

She suspected that Mr. Zuo did not die normally.

But at the same time, it is also surprising why Mr. Zuo treats her so well.

She needs to find a reason to see the body of the old man left.

Si Fuqing leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky, thinking about it. After an unknown amount of time, she heard a strange voice calling her: "Miss Si?"

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

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

He saw a pile of hardware props behind 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 from sadness, I even wanted to recite a poem for a while, sinful sin."

Feng San: "..."

"Don't worry about me." Si Fuqing waved at him, "Let me be sad for a while."

Before Feng San spoke, the rear door opened.

The man is tall and tall in a suit and leather shoes.

He sat quietly in the inner seat, the mottled light and shadow fell on his tall and straight nose bone, exuding a luxurious air, a dignity that was a little unreal.

Yu Xiheng looked at her sideways, her voice low and powerful: "Get in the car."

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

It's a bastard to have the cheap and not take it.

The fat sheep were delivered to the door, and it was a sin for her not to lick it.

The rear 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 light moon night cinnamon on him, which was refreshing and pleasant, and he slowly wrapped her up.

Like himself, low-key and mysterious.

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

"Ah? That's right." Si Fuqing pointed to the propaganda on the advertising screen in front, "I'm here as a mentor."

On the advertising screen is the promotion of "Youth", Lu Yan occupies the C position, followed by Xie Yu.

After the photos of several popular trainees are played, it is the mentor group.

The makeup of Si Fuqing killing Matt became a mudslide among the four mentors.

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

Everyone else can't wait to turn themselves into a fairy, how can they make themselves uglier and uglier when they come to Si Fuqing?

"Don't take it off." Si Fuqing held his chin and said slowly, "Isn't it enough to make the boss pleasing to the eyes, will others give me money?"

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

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiheng just opened her eyes and glanced at her a little, but didn't say anything.

indeed.

Whether it's for Emperor Yin's 27 years, or now, the beauties he's seen are not as good as Si Fuqing's.

There is also a kind of magic in her body, two or three words can make him relax.

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

But her remarks that day rarely gave him a good night's sleep.

The advertisement screen was still showing the promotional image, and Si Fuqing snorted: "What are the crooked melons and jujubes now, even with such poor strength, you can enter the entertainment industry."

Feng San: "..."

Are you scolding yourself?

Si Fuqing looked at the fans who took pictures in front of the advertising screen and recalled her past.

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

They are all busy honing their acting skills, where can I have the time to play and step on marketing?

It was an era of speaking with strength.

Immortals fight, peak duel.

Why did the Daxia entertainment circle not advance but retreat in the past three years after she left?

After doing the experiment for too long, she really hasn't acted or sang for a long time, and she still misses it a little.

"Boss." Si Fuqing suddenly turned his head, excitedly, "Can I sing you a majesty?"

Feng San, who was driving, was puzzled: "What is majestic and majestic? Battle song?"

Yu Xiheng raised her eyes, her dark pupils were deep, her tone was indifferent, but she added a cold tone: "Drive well."

Feng San: "???"

What did he do?

Feng San was surprised.

He was driving with one hand, and the other hand carefully typed the words "majestic" on his mobile phone.

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

A bright 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.

This time, it was Zuo Xianyu who called. She said softly, "Fuqing, you can come back. It's really urgent. If it can be solved well, you can bring up the conditions."

"Grandpa is going to be buried soon, and he doesn't want to see you so down."

Si Fuqing crossed Erlang's legs with a lazy smile on his lips: "Conditions, let me mention what you want?"

The people of the Zuo family could not wait for her to die.

The last time I cut her wrist, this time I can't cut her head?

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

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

Zuo Xianyu frowned: "She agreed to come here."

"Okay, Xianyu, you really succeeded in going out." Zuo Tianfeng was relieved, "Ready to give up the consent form of the inheritance. When she comes, let her sign it."

If you take things from the Zuo family, is Si Fuqing also worthy?

Feng San: Eternal Victim Tool Man

Qingqing: I am favored!

Yu Xiheng: Hmm

Wow, you look at the role of the male protagonist in this book, the other three are incomparable to 2333