After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 4 Goodbye

"Si Fuqing!" Zuo Tianfeng shouted angrily, "I didn't care about your attitude towards your aunt yesterday, and you dare to come today, do you really want to rebel?!"

Zuo Qingya stopped crying and looked at Si Fuqing in a daze.

After a long while, she was also angry: "Okay, Si Fuqing, you act like a good girl when Grandpa is here, but when he's gone, you will show your true self. You really know how to act!"

If old man Zuo knew that Si Fuqing had such a character, would he still spoil her?

"Not bad." Si Fuqing clapped his hands, "That's a good reason, thank you."

She was worried that she couldn't explain why her temperament had changed so much.

Very good, she used to wear it.

"Don't make me say it again." Zuo Tianfeng was even more angry, "Take out everything in the bag!"

Si Fuqing shook the bag in his hand with a smile on his face: "If you have the ability, you can take it yourself."

Just like in the early morning, she just went out like this.

Zuo Tianfeng was so angry that he smashed a glass.

"Dad!" Zuo Qingya began to cry again, "You don't care about her what she did to me just now, who is your daughter."

"Why are you crying?" Zuo Tianfeng was terribly annoyed. "Go back and study quickly. I won't say anything about you if you have three points of your sister's ability."

Zuo Qingya stomped her feet and ran away.

"Go and have a look in her room." Zuo Tianfeng was cold and angry, and instructed the housekeeper, "What did you take away?"

The butler responded and hurried upstairs.

After ten minutes, he came down and said respectfully, "Master, I checked it again. The jewelry, bank cards and other valuables are all there. Only one book is missing from the bookshelf, but she bought those books herself."

Zuo Tianfeng frowned: "What book?"

"It's just a biography of an emperor." The steward said hurriedly, "The Biography of Emperor Yin, which is often sold in bookstores, is also a must-read in junior and senior high schools."

Zuo Tianfeng suddenly lost interest and waved his hand.

In fact, Si Fuqing took hundreds of thousands of dollars, and he wouldn't say much. After all, Mr. Zuo raised her for so many years.

Unexpectedly, I picked up a book.

Sure enough, it will never make it to the stage.

Just a book was taken away, Zuo Tianfeng didn't care anymore, hurriedly returned to the study to get a few documents, and went out again.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun sets in the west.

The red-golden light burst from the layers of white clouds, like a red fire burning in a white lantern.

The wind moved suddenly, and the clouds rolled like waves.

Si Fuqing was walking down the street, just wanting to put a bowl and sit down, and then knock on a wooden fish.

She is really poor.

After renting a small apartment ten kilometers away from the city center with the money in her personal bank card, she only had fifteen thousand left on her body.

It's a bit too miserable for a star to get to this point.

In a few days, she will be so poor that she can't even drink Coke.

Not so good.

Moreover, she had to find a way to see the body of the old man left.

Si Fuqing frowned, she checked the time, and went to the supermarket across the street to buy daily necessities.

Ahead, a solid black car was parked there.

No listings, not even signs.

Shen Xingyun came out of the next convenience store and opened the door: "Shi Yan, there is news."

"Huh?" The man sitting on the co-pilot didn't open his eyes, but responded lightly.

He was wearing a black suit, the buttons of the white shirt under the suit were unbuttoned twice, and the mouth of the shirt was bent at will.

On the right wrist is a silver-black watch, with slender fingers and fingertips as white as jade.

The man's sitting posture is very casual, but it still can't hide the innate dignity.

He is obviously a young and handsome face, but he has a formidable prestige, like an emperor who holds the power of life and death.

"Why do you think you have a word like an ancient person?" Shen Xingyun smiled, "Or do you mean that your Yu family has strict etiquette? You must abide by the rules of the ancestors?"

"But I see that those noble sons in Sijiucheng are not as strict as you. Do you think I will call your name Xiheng (heng, two tones), or your character Shiyan (yan, three tones)?"

Yu Xiheng still closed her eyes: "I'm used to it, call it whatever you want."

Shen Xingyun laughed: "I said before that you were strict with etiquette, but now it seems that you are not strict with etiquette."

Saying that, he pressed a number: "Shi Yan, I'll call over there again to confirm the time."

Yu Xiheng nodded, still closing her eyes.

The next second, his ears moved and his eyes suddenly opened.

It was a pair of extremely beautiful Ruifeng eyes, with narrow and long tails, their own divine light was introverted, and they were deep and secluded.

As far as the eye can see, there is a little girl of six or seven years old standing in the middle of the road at a loss.

Just ahead, a big truck suddenly made a sharp turn and was about to run over.

Yu Xiheng's eyes moved slightly, her fingers raised.

"Be careful!"

A voice sounded at this moment, a very familiar female voice.

These two words made his hand stop.

Yu Xiheng turned her head to the side, her calm gaze fell on Si Fuqing, who had started a step earlier than him, and then there was a slight fluctuation.

He saw her pick up the little girl and roll on the ground, and the next second, the truck roared past.

At a critical moment, the crisis was lifted.

Seeing that both of them were safe, he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again.

The hidden weapon between his fingers also disappeared instantly.

In front of the black car, Si Fuqing let go of the little girl and looked at his left hand.

The wound opened again, and blood was oozing out.

One word, miserable.

Si Fuqing touched the little girl's head with his right hand: "Don't run around next time, you know?"

The little girl was obviously frightened, but she couldn't return to her senses, and tears kept falling.

Si Fuqing: "..."

When others saw her in the past, they ran away, but she wouldn't coax children.

"Go find your family." Si Fuqing asked again, "Do you know the way?"

The little girl nodded ignorantly, but the tears flowed even more fiercely. She pointed to her hand, and her voice was crying: "Blood, sister, blood..."

"Small injury, it's alright." Si Fuqing stood up with his right hand on the ground and smiled, "Children, you must pay attention to safety, next time I won't be able to save you from my beautiful and lovely sister."

The little girl was dumbfounded again and looked at her blankly.

Si Fuqing stood up.

However, her legs froze for a moment because of the previous movement, and she couldn't help but take a few steps backwards.

"Snapped--"

An arm wrapped around her waist in time.

The man's thighs are warm, slender and powerful.

Si Fuqing could clearly feel the tightness wrapped under the suit pants and the explosive power hidden inside.

His body is extremely cold, like an ice soul and snow soul, without any temperature, as if the whole body is made of ice.

A second later, a male voice fell from above her head.

The voice is low, and the tail is cool.

"Can you still stand up?"

In the fourth chapter, the male protagonist finally has his name!